When passing by Qianqing Qianhong, Yun Wuwu took a special look at the two maids.

"Hello girl," Qianqing was a little scared, but she still blessed Yun Wuwu.

"Hmm," Yun Wuwu was satisfied with the consequences he had caused, and rolled his sleeves and entered the door.

The news of Qi Bei's illness soon spread, and even alarmed the current saint.

Yun Wuwu had long known that Qi Bei was an invincible god of war, but he didn't expect this god of war to be so important in the eyes of the emperor.

"It's not a good thing to pretend to be sick," Yun Wuwu lay on the table and looked at Qi Bei, who was sitting in front of the desk and writing.

"With you, it's nothing good or bad," Qi Bei took the brush, writing something one by one, and looked up at the bored Yun Wuwu from time to time, "It makes me really sick." ”

Yun Wuwu sat up straight and stared at Qi Bei in surprise: "Since ancient times, there has only been a reason to find a doctor to treat a disease, and I have never heard of anyone wanting to get sick!" ”

"Do what you want, nonsense!" Qi Bei took the pen for a moment, raised his eyes, and his deep eyes were surging.

Yun Wuwu pouted, this person's temperament really changes.

"Then what kind of illness does the Seventh Prince want to have? Broken hands and feet or limb loss? ”

The green tendons on Qi Bei's forehead twitched twice: "These diseases are too common. ”

"You want an uncommon disease, I think, malaria? Infected with the plague? Poisoning? ”

Qi Bei frowned and thought for a while: "I want the kind that can get sick at any time!" ”

Sick at any time, a disease flashed in Yun Wuwu's mind, and then looked at Qi Bei, feeling that it was really difficult for him to pretend to be this disease.

"Qi Yu Wangye, the imperial doctor came to the palace, saying that he was diagnosing the prince," Qianqing reported outside the door.

Qi Bei glanced at Yun Wuwu and said to the door: "This king will come later." ”

The imperial doctor waited respectfully in the living room, and after a while, he saw Qi Bei coming over.

"See the Seventh Prince," the imperial doctor glanced at Qi Bei, and saw that his face was ruddy, calm and relaxed, not like he was sick, "The emperor heard that the prince was seriously ill, so he specially asked the old minister to come and have a look." ”

Qi Bei's face was expressionless, and after sitting down, he put his hand on the armrest: "Hmm." ”

Seeing this, the imperial doctor hurriedly stepped forward to diagnose Qi Bei's pulse.

At first, the imperial doctor was still very calm, but the more he went to the back, the more he felt puzzled, he tugged at the beard at the corner of his lips, one moment surprised, and the other felt strange.

"According to Imperial Doctor Zhang, what disease does this king suffers from?" Qi Bei said unhurriedly, with a slight doubt in his eyes.

Imperial Physician Zhang withdrew his hand and thought for a while before concluding: "The pulse of the prince is very strange, slow for a while, fast for a while, and slow for ...... Forgive the minister's words, the prince's pulse is as weak as ...... when it is slow The Dying! ”

Qi Bei got up suddenly, so frightened that Imperial Doctor Zhang immediately knelt down.

"Nonsense, this king's health is very good," after speaking, Qi Bei turned around, "The imperial doctor should go back, this king's illness, this king will find someone to heal." ”

Imperial Physician Zhang hurriedly packed up his things and almost escaped from the Seven Kings' Mansion.

"Hehehe......" Yun Wuwu, who was hiding behind the screen, couldn't help it, she covered her lips, her eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and her eyes were shining, "I didn't expect you to lie so well, it's really insightful." ”

Qi Bei walked around to the screen, and with both hands, trapped Yun Wuwu between the screen and his chest.

"You're not allowed to learn!"

Yun Wuwu looked at the cheeks that were close at hand, her heart was pounding, and after a while, she knocked off Qi Bei's hand as if she was tired of it.

"You have to take care of it."

The air after the rain was filled with the smell of earth, and after Yun Wuwu bathed, he lay down by the window with his hair scattered, staring at the dense bamboo forest outside in a daze.

Qianqing walked in and added a coat for her: "Girl, beware of catching a cold." ”

Yun Wuwu didn't seem to hear it, and a pair of eyes as bright as amber didn't blink.

After a while, she came to her senses, grabbed her coat and looked at it, turning her head to look at the person standing next to her.

"When did you come?"

"Not long ago," Qianqing lowered her eyebrows, and there was a smile in her eyes when she looked at Yun Wuwu.

Maintaining the same action for a long time will inevitably lead to numbness in the legs, Yun Wuwu moved his legs, very uncomfortable: "Is there something wrong?" ”

Qianqing shook her head: "The prince has ordered, during the time that the girl stays in the palace, the slave maid will take care of the girl's diet and daily life." ”

"Oh," Yun Wuwu changed his position and continued to lie by the window in a daze.

Qianqing was very helpless, obviously the woman in front of her was extremely delicate, but she revealed a lazy atmosphere from time to time, as if she was born with no sense of the world.

"How did the girl let the prince hide Imperial Doctor Zhang today?" Qianqing laughed and found the topic, "I heard that Imperial Doctor Zhang is one of the best divine doctors in the palace, and he can hide from him, the girl is really extraordinary." ”

Yun Wuwu raised the corners of his lips, and a rare light flashed in his eyes: "Actually, it's very simple, the prince practices martial arts, and he can change the pulse with a little internal force." ”

Most of the imperial doctors in the palace relied on pulse diagnosis to treat diseases, and they believed in the touch under their fingers, so things were not so difficult.

The pulse of a normal person is neither sinking nor buoying, gentle and powerful, as long as the pulse of Qibei is different from that of a normal person, it is a symbol of illness.

Since he wanted a less common disease, Yun Wuwu asked him to control the pulse beating slowly and quickly, three to less than one breath when slow, and five to more than one breath when fast, in short, it was later than the late pulse, and more than the number of pulses. (Note: One breath is three solstices, and the pulse beats three times between breaths.) ）

Although Imperial Doctor Zhang is a miracle doctor, the patients he can contact are either high-ranking officials and nobles or concubines in the palace, but all kinds of diseases in the world are different, no matter how powerful he is, I am afraid that he will be helpless to meet this kind of pulse in Qibei.

Qianqing nodded as if she didn't understand: "The slave is stupid, and I only understand a little bit when I hear the girl explain like this." ”

"It's normal," Yun Wuwu asked, pointing to a small bamboo forest outside the window, "Who planted this bamboo?" ”

I didn't expect Yun Wuwu's topic to change so quickly, Qianqing looked at the bamboo outside the window and was stunned for a while, before he smiled and said: "This was planted by the prince more than ten years ago, and the prince said that there is a person who likes bamboo very much." ”

Yun Wuwu got up, retracted his gaze, and his expression became indifferent.

She likes bamboo, and her mother also likes bamboo, so who is this bamboo in Qibei planted for?

"Is there a knife?"

"Huh?" Qianqing sighed, and then hurriedly went to find the knife, "Girl, wait a minute, the slave will go and get it." ”

Looking at Qianqing's departing back, Yun Wuwu sneered, no matter who planted the bamboo for, she had to cut it today!

After a cup of tea, Qianqing's intestines were repentant.

With a pair of clear eyes, she looked at the girl in front of her who was chopping bamboo one by one, and was very anxious.

This is the prince's favorite bamboo forest, Yun Wuwu cut this bamboo, how to explain to the prince when the time comes!

Yun Wuwu slashed happily, one knife harder than the other, and soon the thick bamboo with the mouth of the bowl was cut down by her to the ground.