"Long live my emperor, long live..."

On the Jinluan Palace, all the ministers bowed down one after another, and the princes in the front row bowed and stood. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The Son of Heaven sitting on the dragon chair was dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe, with a solemn face, and a pair of eyes looked at the courtiers sitting down.

He spoke slowly, his voice low and calm; "Get up."

The old emperor looked at Jun Mowen, who stood first; "The third prince's illness is completely cured." Everyone looked at Jun Mowen silently when they heard this.

"Father Xie cares, thanks to your blessing, the son is already very good." Jun Mo heard the gentle voice and stepped forward politely.

The old emperor smiled and nodded; "Okay, that's fine. Your eldest brother and sixth brother are very worried about you, but unfortunately you have been kept closed. Now, you brothers have a lot of contact. Mo Yan, Mo Qi, is what I said reasonable? ”

The two hurriedly stepped forward; "What my father said is very true."

The eldest prince's eyes flashed with gloom; "Yes, third brother, now that you are seriously ill for the first time, it is better to have a small banquet in my house, and also go to the bad luck of a long-term illness for you."

The six princes standing on the side also looked up at the emperor on the throne, turned their heads and smiled at Jun Mowen; "Third brother, since the eldest brother has said so, you will naturally go, third brother, right? The third brother should remember to bring that Miss Si, although she is a folk woman, she has also made meritorious contributions to the treatment of the plague, and it is not inappropriate to participate in such a banquet, so it is good to introduce us when the time comes. We also want to see the demeanor of the ghost doctor disciples. ”

This intentional or unintentional reminder is obviously for the emperor, he has been sick for a long time before, and it is good to be good for so long. It would be a joke to say that the disciples of the ghost doctor couldn't even cure their own illnesses for so long.

Looking at the emperor's gaze, Jun Mo's eyes sank; "I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint the sixth brother, Miss Si is still recuperating in the house, I'm afraid I can't attend, please forgive me."

"Oh? I've been sick for so long, isn't there a little sign of improvement? The emperor looked at Jun Mowen and his eyes flashed with a moment of inquiry and coldness.

Jun Mowen didn't seem to have investigated, and his face was full of worry; "Yes."

"It's not good to drag the illness like this, the third prince doesn't have to worry, I will ask a few imperial doctors to take a look at her." The tone was unquestionable, and he didn't give Jun Mowen the slightest chance to refute.

Jun Mo's face remained unchanged when he heard this, and the fingers in his sleeve moved slightly, and he leaned over to the emperor and said; "Thank you, Father."

In the morning, everyone in the court talked about some trivial matters in various places, and when they finally stopped, the emperor waved his hand annoyedly and dispersed a group of courtiers.

**********************************************

Downwards and backwards.

Jun Mowen stopped not far from the palace gate, at this time the sun was already scorching, but his posture was like a pine, and the golden silk thread on the purple court uniform was reflected in the sun, and the end was magnificent.

The palace maids who passed by lowered their heads with blushing faces, their eyes showing longing and admiration.

At this moment, a little eunuch ran over here, looking very hurried and anxious, and actually bumped into Jun Mowen directly.

The little eunuch reacted and quickly knelt down in a panic; "The slave should die, the slave didn't mean to collide with His Highness, the slave ...... Minion ......"

Jun Mowen just glanced at it; "If you have no intention, you should retreat."

In this palace, human life is like a mustard, and it is a capital crime to collide with the master slightly, and this little eunuch bumped into the prince, and he passed without anything. The palace maids looked at the gentleman with even more obsessed eyes, until they saw the handsome figure disappear outside the palace wall, and then reluctantly withdrew their gaze.

Now that the three princes have already reached the crown, they have never even received a concubine by their side, such a person with outstanding demeanor is a prince, I really don't know which lady in the capital has such a good fortune.

When no one noticed, Jun Mowen spread out his palm, and at some point there was a small note in his palm, which was sent to him by the little eunuch of Fang Cai, which was the eyeliner he had planted in the palace in his early years.

There was only a row of ordinary handwriting on the note; The emperor deliberately summoned Si Jichen, and the hospital would report that he was unharmed.

Will it be unharmed? Do I have to report whether I am sick or not?

It seems that the emperor is indeed interested in Si Jichen this time, and he must summon him. If you stop yourself again this time, I'm afraid it will backfire.

Jun Mo heard his inner thoughts and walked out of the palace, and from a distance, he saw a gorgeous and spacious sedan chair, the body of the sedan chair was wrapped in silk, and colorful tassels fell from the top of the sedan chair.

The sedan curtain was raised, revealing a face as bright as a peach and plum, a light pink soft smoke, and a golden silk sleeve lined with blooming peonies, making her more graceful and luxurious.

The accompanying maid carefully helped the woman out of the sedan chair, the woman raised her head, a pair of bright eyes to the gentleman, stopped at a distance of ten steps, she smiled honorably, bowed to this side, turned around and entered the palace gate without hindrance.

Jun Mowen's eyebrows couldn't help but lock.