"How did Your Highness get sick?" Asking Gonggong Zhang's palace Xiangru frowned lightly, as if he didn't believe that the little prince would get sick.

In Zhang's father-in-law's mind, it is reasonable for Gong Xiangru to have such a question. Because this little prince Li Dongyu has been studying medicine since he was three years old, it is no one else who teaches him, but this uncle Gongda. Therefore, this drama of the fake prince, in front of Gong Xiangru, seems to be a matter of iron nails. Grandpa Zhang was distressed and wanted to cover his face with his sleeve.

The streamer at the corner of his eyes flew over Gonggong Zhang's face, and a touch of doubt flew between the willow eyebrows, and Gong Xiangru walked to the bed and called in a low voice: "Your Highness?" ”

Even if he is an uncle and nephew, the palace is like treating the little nephew who is the prince, and he can't be indistinguishable between the monarch and the minister.

Hua Murong only listened to a very comfortable sound poured into his little ears, opened his confused little eyes, and saw a pair of gentle eyes like water, which was a bit like when his mother didn't lose her temper, but she was not as clear as her mother, a little melancholy, opened her small mouth, and shouted: "Mother." ”

Gong Xiangru was slightly stunned. In my memory, my little nephew never called my mother.

Is this kid sick and confused?

A line of pity crossed my heart. After all, this is the child left behind by his sister. Reach over and hold the child's little hand, gently hold the little wrist and check the pulse.

Hua Murong was held by this warm palm like a down, and the chill in the stomach convulsions suddenly disappeared for most of the time, and the little eyes were a little clear, and this time he looked carefully and saw that this was not the place where he and his mother lived, and it was not his mother who was sitting on the edge of his bed holding his hand, so the little body was full of excitement and woke up.

"Your Highness—" Seeing that he was about to move, Grandpa Zhang was more anxious than him, and walked to the head of the bed to make his eyes look hard.

Hua Murong finally held his breath and asked himself not to move.

Gong Xiangru, who was holding the child's pulse, frowned again at this time, and seemed to have deeper doubts in his heart. I didn't believe that my little nephew, who was studying medicine, would get sick easily. And now looking at this disease, the pulse is normal, not like there is a latent disease.

Loosening the fingers of the pulse, Gong Xiangru said to Gonggong Zhang, who was overly nervous: "Your Highness is fine, it may be that you are not careful in eating and drinking, and you can just eat a prescription to eliminate food." ”

Father-in-law Zhang's chick pecked the rice and nodded: It's okay if it's okay.

When Gong Xiangru was about to take a pen to write a recipe, he suddenly concentrated on the pen, turned back to the "little nephew" and said, "Which recipe does Your Highness want to eat?" Dissipate food, or hawthorn drink? ”

Xiao Mumu was dumbfounded. He is not that kid, he is a little miracle doctor, and he can't memorize a complete sentence of the three-character scripture.

Gonggong Zhang hurriedly stepped in to fight the peace field, and the palace smiled like a smile: "Lord Gong, I see that His Royal Highness is tired, it is better to let Lord Gong decide." Ask Miya-sama to go outside and write the recipe. ”

Hearing this, a faint and somewhat melancholy eye, after passing over Xiao Mumu's face, suddenly smiled at Xiao Mumu on his lips, and said, "Please take care of the dragon body Your Highness." The minister stepped back first. ”

Hua Murong only felt that this person's eyes were not only like his mother's, but his smile full of spring breeze and warmth just now was also very similar to when his mother spoiled him, so he felt for this person, not as disgusted as Li Dongyu's father and the ruffian named Yun Chenjing, his belly was black and his eyebrows and eyes were opened, revealing a childish smile: "Xie Lu Xie." ”

Mother said that those who are good to themselves must know how to say thank you.

Gong Xiangru was stunned in his eyes.

Father-in-law Zhang and the little egret couldn't wait to cover the stupid boy's little mouth together: What are you talking about!

Gong Xiangru walked out with Gonggong Zhang, looked at the unfinished rain outside, and asked, "Where is the emperor?" ”

The little nephew is sick, and as a father, no matter how much he manages every day, he should come and explore.

Gonggong Zhang carefully considered his words: "The emperor is not in the palace. Miya-sama may have just come back from outside, I don't know. ”

Gong Xiangru looked back at him, as if he was looking for some answer in his answer, and then he seemed to find it and didn't seem to find it, so he never asked again, only said: "Take good care of Your Highness." I will wait for the emperor to come back in Kyoto in the near future, and come to my house to find me. ”

Gonggong Zhang was quite surprised by his words, and wondered if he recognized the identity of the fake prince, so he hurriedly responded.

Hua Murong, who was lying inside, felt that the convulsive gastrointestinal pain was only for a while, and it didn't hurt anymore after it passed, Xiao Yan didn't understand what the situation was, so he could only ask the little egret with a serious expression: "Is there something wrong with your little master?" ”

The little egret looked down at his feathers, as if there was no way to answer his doubts for a moment.

The rain was pouring down. When Gong Xiangru finished writing the prescription, the medicine boy helped him hold up the umbrella and prepare to go home. Outside, a man suddenly came rushing by. Gong Xiangru recognized this person's Tsing Yi dress, who was the secret guard of Yunchenjing, and couldn't help frowning, and asked, "Is there something wrong with your master?" ”

The man knelt down at him and whispered, "Master Yun asks the palace lord to wait in the palace." ”

When Gonggong Zhang heard this, his face turned pale by more than half. Because he knew who Yunchen Jing was following Li Zimo to pick up. Since the palace is waiting here, eighty percent, the little master is in trouble.

The heavy rain turned the mountain road behind the palace of Bai Changguo into a quagmire. Carrying a large wild boar with a large and a small pig, four pig trotters stepped on the muddy road like a quagmire, and it was difficult to walk an inch.

Whew, the pig's nose gasped, the pig's face turned purple, and breathing became more and more difficult. In the end, the trembling pig's legs couldn't hold on, and when the big and small ones on their backs were put down on the grass under the big trees to cover some rain, the big wild boar fell to the ground, and after a black mist passed, it turned back into a pink and weak little piglet.

The little piglet in the stomach, like Hua Xiyan's mother and son, who was poisoned in the palace, endured bursts of convulsions and gasped for air.

The poison was menacing, and even he, a spirit pet, didn't expect to be hit. Fortunately, he can dissolve the poison in his body, but it takes time, so he can only wait for the poison to pass for a while, and then quickly carry the person down the mountain.

Behind the stone, which was only a foot away from Hua Xiyan, Hua Shu'er's eyes saw that the little piglet seemed to be in pain and couldn't move, and walked out with her personal maid Longan.

Hearing the sound of footsteps approaching, the little pig Nini opened the pig's eyes hard, only to see Hua Shu'er approaching step by step, revealing a delicate face, the pig's eyes narrowed, and the pig's teeth gritted with the intention of making a threatening sound.

Hua Shu'er snorted lightly, lifted a **, and pointed her toes on the fat belly of the little piglet. The strength of this kick was just right, and the position was just right, and the pain made Nini cramp all over her body and rolled all the way down the grass.

"It's just a pig, a beast that doesn't make a climate, and you dare to go against me?" Hua Shu'er raised the handkerchief and patted the tip of the little pig's shoe, smiled coldly, and set her eyes on Hua Xiyan's mother and son.

Hua Xiyan and her son didn't move while lying on the ground.

This book was first published by Xiaoxiang Academy, please do not reprint!