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The gongs and drums in the imperial city gate sounded one after another, and on the huge city wall, a group of soldiers shouted in unison: "Congratulations to His Royal Highness the Prince!" Outside the city gate, the people who finished Yan Lieyang left in a majestic manner.

What makes people think about it is that he brought a four-grade female doctor.

The imperial doctor below the third grade, the night embers have not been seen one by one, I heard that there is a female doctor in the palace, called Bai Xi, but I have never seen her person, the royal travel, with the accompanying imperial doctor is essential, but Wanyan Lieyang as the prince, with the fourth grade of the imperial doctor, is always a little tired, he should not be very obsessed with beauty on weekdays, so what is the relationship between her and him......

Wan Yan Jiang frowned, watching Ye Shen staring at the window with a slight distraction, and drank the bowl of bitter decoction in his hand in one gulp, and said unhappily: "What? The peach blossom is more beautiful than the main palace? ”

Hearing this, Night Ember retracted his thoughts without being discovered, and couldn't help but smile: "If the minister thinks so, he wouldn't have let the princess close the window yesterday." ”

Wan Yan Jiangshu smiled with satisfaction, since he didn't want to see the beautiful scenery, then he had another thought? couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "What are you thinking?" ”

In the blink of an eye, Ember smiled knowingly, and replied without any flaws: "The minister is thinking about the prescription for the princess to prolong her life." ”

Prolong life? This unreachable word was so far away and so untrue to her...... She wanted to be delusional, but every imperial doctor in the palace, including the previous chief imperial doctor, said that she had no cure, should she believe him? He looked at him suspiciously and eagerly, his eyes sparkling like broken stars, and hope and despair.

"Don't ......" don't mention it......

"At least forty years longer." Ember replied solemnly and indifferently. There was no hint of amusement in his jet-black eyes.

But how could she pay attention to this!

"Heh......" Wan Yan Jiangshu thought for a while, and smiled coldly, forty years, what a ridiculous number, if it is three or four years, maybe there is credibility, but ...... The more she thought about it, the more emotional she became, and her intuition told her that he was lying to her!

In the end, he became angry, raised his hand to choke his neck, and roared in a low voice: "Are you here to make fun of this palace!" Warning, stop making jokes like that! When Hongu is a three-year-old child? cough cough cough ......"

In fact, Wan Yan Jiang's body was very weak, there was no strength at all, and after saying such words in one breath, his body couldn't bear to start panting and coughing, and the strength in his hand was loosened a little, and the night ember did not dodge, facing her desperate and helpless eyes full of tears, and said: "The minister didn't lie to the princess, those quacks can't cure you, it doesn't mean that the minister can't do it, the minister's master, the world's first physician at the end of Xiang, once mentioned that like a princess, she has a cold body, shortness of breath, and occasionally a headache. The princess's mother should also have died of this disease, this disease is not incurable, as long as several strong medicines are mixed with each other, combined with cold medicine to take slowly and slowly, recuperate for half a year, at least ten more years old. ”

There seems to be some truth in this, after all, it is the golden words of the first divine doctor...... After thinking about it slightly, his hand gradually lowered.

Ember raised her finger and quickly clicked down several acupuncture points around her while she was defenseless.

Wan Yan Jiangshu suddenly felt weak and weak, and fell backwards.

"Princess, forgive your presumptuousness."

Wan Yan Jiang frowned, but he didn't even have the strength to be nervous and angry, and his tone was a little light: "What do you want to do?" ”

Ember looked at her calmly and replied, "The minister remembers telling the princess that you can't be overly emotional in the recent period, although the prescription prescribed by the minister is effective and risky, if you are in a nervous mood all the time, the medicine will backfire on the whole body, which is counterproductive." ”

Wan Yanjiang's eyes widened suddenly: "Are you taking risks? ”

Night Ember sighed lightly, without meaning to be afraid, and Shen Mo's eyes still looked at her: "If you don't take risks, like those mild medicines you drank before, for your increasingly aggravating condition, it means waiting for death." ”

Wan Yanjiang's eyes flashed suddenly, but the next moment he was sneering: "Yes, they are all looking forward to the death of this palace, and the mother concubine died as soon as the palace was born, and she had no support, and she was sick again, so it was better to die...... And why did you save Hongu? Wouldn't it be nice to pretend to be casual and continue to prescribe those useless medicines? There is no reward for saving me with all your might......"

Ember raised her eyes and smiled softly, "Because...... Chancellor likes princesses. ”

Like? Wan Yan Jiangshu raised his strange eyes, a little happy, a little puzzled, and a little indifferent: "I like this palace...... What the? ”

"True, brave, and outspoken." The intoxicating smile was still faintly revealed, and there was a little more doting in her eyes, "Does the princess still want to listen to the piano today?" ”

looked at him for a long time, and responded weakly: "Well......"

The string sound is in the ears, the slightest aftertaste, and only after Yan Jiang is sparse is he willing to let go of his whole guard and close his eyes to enjoy.

"When the princess naturally calms down, the acupuncture will unravel itself." Ember added suddenly.

After waiting for a while, Wan Yan Xuanshu's hand lifted his strength, and he couldn't help sneering: "Dare to point out points to this palace, you are really bold......"

"Princess...... I don't like those shrunken villains, right? Ember lifted her face and smiled softly, not even apologizing.

Wan Yan Jiang couldn't help but smile: "You are not a villain if you sneak attack?" ”

"For the sake of the princess's body, how can it be counted?"

is so reasonable, she can't help but wonder if he can find all kinds of reasons to convince you no matter what he does......

The sound of the piano in her ears couldn't help but intoxicate her, such exquisite piano skills are much stronger than the piano masters in the palace.

"Obviously an imperial doctor, why are your piano skills so good?"

Ember chuckled without any pause in the song: "What? The princess is so interested in the minister? ”

Wan Yan didn't twist: "Yes." ”

Night Ember didn't tease anymore, and continued: "Master said that as a man, to improve your cultivation, you must always understand the six arts of a gentleman. ”

The six arts of a gentleman, etiquette, music, archery, royalty, calligraphy, and mathematics, the sons of the sons of the general rich families know some, if they add Wen Taowu and have a good skin, the suitor must also step through the threshold and gush, and he is outside the palace, he is such a person.

Wan Yan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "You should have a good family background, why did you enter the palace?" ”

The tune faded, and Night Ember smiled faintly: "It is my father's last wish to enter the palace, for utilitarianism, it is the master's intention to be an imperial doctor, to cure diseases and save people." ”

Wan Yan Jiangshu felt a little bitter in his heart, and said with a light smile: "My life is up to the sky, not my ......"

"My fate is up to me." Ember raised her eyes and smiled lightly.

Wan Yan Jiangshu frowned, and looked at him even more puzzled.

"The minister entered the palace just to show filial piety, out of his own volition." After that, Wan Yan Jiangshu's eyes were a little gloomy, and the night embers looked at it carefully, "What is the princess sentimental?" Order, because there is no choice, no choice, there is no opportunity, and the opportunity is created by oneself, as long as you become stronger, the choice, there is. ”