Murong Yichuan pushed open the door and came to the outhouse, the fire in the outhouse had already risen, and the room was surrounded by a kind of warmth, he saw at a glance that there was a bottle of daughter red on the table, and a bowl of decanting soup next to it, although the fire had already risen, but the dish with the soup and water still had a layer of ice, and there was a water cup on the table mountain, and there was half a cup of water in the cup, and the water had also become a piece of ice. Da Wenwen saw that a little soup was spilled on the ground, raised his eyebrows, his face was displeased, and complained that Chunhong and other girls were not sensible, why didn't they clean up the tableware. Murong Yichuan pushed the door out angrily, and then summoned Chunhong to his approach.

Chunhong looked at the frost on King Fu's face, but she was also worried in her heart.

"Spring Red; Don't think that the princess can do whatever you want if she is used to you, why don't you clean up the house? King Fu stood straight and straight, looking at the trembling little girl in front of him with a majestic face.

Although Chunhong was apprehensive in her heart, she said boldly; "Back to Wang's house Chitose, last night the princess ordered the slave maid to clean up here, but you didn't let it, I can't complain about the slave maid for this matter."

"What else did this king do last night?" King Fu had already finished knowing how he had returned to his residence last night and what he had done, and he thought that his harm to Wanruo might not be just in bed for a while, so he was asking Chunhong something else. Great literature

Chunhong heard King Fu ask this, and she said 1510; "Lord, the slave can tell the truth."

"Speak." A thin layer of ice mist rose from King Fu's deep eyes.

Chunhong Road; "The slave maid hasn't seen the princess so fierce to the princess for a long time, the princess was so fierce to the princess last night, and she served you to drink the sobering soup and you didn't drink it, the soup almost fell on the princess's body, the slave maid served you to wash your feet, you don't have to, you have to let the princess serve you, if the slave is not mistaken, the princess should be the first time to treat the princess as a maid, and the slave and maid will not know about the future. There are also dishes on that table, but the princess personally cooked for the princess, the princess wanted to celebrate with the princess, who knew that the princess came back drunk, the princess did not know how many times she vomited when she made these dishes, but the princess lived up to the princess's hard work" Chunhong is face is uneasy, although she is afraid of the majesty of King Fu, but at this moment she must say the words in her heart in order to be like this, no matter what King Fu does to herself, she has to say it. Great literature

King Fu didn't have any other expression when he heard this, he said coldly; "The princess is sick, you go quickly, the imperial doctor will come."

Chunhong was very anxious when she heard that she was sick, so she hurriedly said that the slave and maid obeyed the order, and then hurriedly went to ask the royal doctor. Because the imperial physician Wang was a special imperial physician when he was in the palace, this time he asked the imperial physician to follow him.

After a while, the Imperial Physician of Kung Fu came to the residence of King Fufu and Wanruo.

"The minister sees the prince."

King Fu waved his hand; "Excuse me, let's check the princess's pulse." Chunhong hurriedly pulled the curtain up, revealing a Wanruo's face, and the imperial physician Wang carefully observed Wanruo's complexion, and then said respectfully; "Please stretch out your hand." As if she hadn't fallen asleep at the moment, she only felt that her whole body was as uncomfortable as if it had been burned by fire, and her mind was dizzy, she couldn't care about being angry with King Fu, so she had to obediently stretch out her hand and let the imperial doctor diagnose the pulse. Imperial Physician Wang carefully observed Wanruo's complexion while seriously giving Wanruo's pulse, and then asked softly; "Isn't the mother's water cup feeling dizzy? And the thinking is particularly confused? ”

As if there was no way; "Yes,"

"Did you feel abdominal pain or something?" Imperial Physician Wang asked again.

It's like a way; "I didn't feel sick to my stomach, I just felt dizzy, and I was a little bit dizzy."

Imperial Physician Wang nodded slightly, Chinese medicine pays attention to looking, hearing, asking, and cutting, he knew in his heart that Guò Wanruo's complexion and her pulse and some of the feelings she said, and then let Wanruo change his other hand, the pulse of the two hands is different, so he has to be foolproof.

It took a long time for Imperial Physician Wang to let Wanruo withdraw his hand, and then Chunhong lowered the curtain.

"Imperial Physician Wang, how is the princess's condition?" King Fu looked nervous.

Imperial Physician Wang replied with a stern face; "Back to the prince, Niangniang is suffering from cold, plus her long-term overthinking leads to her sleep disorder, so the four are chaotic, dollar appetite, and her fetal position is a little offset, it seems that she still needs to take some fetal pills, Niangniang's body is weak, this is now her extraordinary period should be a good bed rest."

King Fu stopped, looked through the curtain, and sighed deeply, his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"The prince doesn't need to worry too much, as long as the mother can take the medicine on time, rest on time, and don't bother to work hard." Imperial Physician Wang hurriedly said with relief.

King Fu nodded; "This king knows, Chunhong, who will you go down with to get the prescription."

Chunhong and Imperial Physician Wang hurriedly said goodbye, and then walked out quickly.

Murong Yichuan paced back and forth in the room full of melancholy, and he sighed vigorously when he looked at the overnight dishes on the table, it was he who had failed her hard work, and he had failed her hard work.

(This book is not outright pathos, but warmth permeated with pathos, poignant always, those who love this book will love fiercely, and those who don't love will not love, the world of freedom is naturally to take freedom.)