Fu Ruolan pressed Menghua's hand: "Have a good rest."

"Yes." Menghua grinned and said with a cheeky smile.

"Haosheng takes care of Menghua, don't leave the medicine three times a day." Fu Ruolan instructed the palace maid while taking Menghua's pulse.

The pulse is steady, and the body is just a little weak.

Fu Ruolan patted Menghua's hand: "It's been a good life these days, tell the palace maids what you want to eat, and let them prepare."

"Yes." Menghua didn't know what to say except for agreeing.

Seeing that Menghua had been settled, Fu Ruolan left and went to the prince's room.

The prince's body is much weaker than Menghua, and although he is awake, he is still in a state of half-dreaming and half-awake every day.

The personal eunuch beside the prince couldn't help but ask Fu Ruolan: "Doctor Ruo, when will the prince be cured?"

"The prince's illness has injured the foundation, and the fastest is one or two years, and the slow is more than five years."

This prince is seriously ill, and even if he is better, his body is not as good as before. In the past, I might have pulled a bow and rode a horse, but I am afraid that I will not be able to do it in the future.

But Fu Ruolan's words made the prince's personal eunuch feel half cold, if the prince is really like this, I am afraid that all the future prospects will be ruined.

The crown prince of Wuxi was originally cultivated as a future prince, and now the prince's body is not as good as before, and I am afraid that there will be no hope in the future.

Seeing the surprise on the eunuch's face, Fu Ruolan was not surprised at all.

Fu Ruolan's movements did not change at all as she was applying needles to the prince, but when she accidentally saw the clenched fist on the side of the prince, her hand paused.

I thought that the prince was still asleep and should not be able to hear them.

But looking at it now, I'm afraid that Fu Ruolan made a mistake and let the prince hear their conversation, and I'm afraid it will be a big blow to the prince's heart.

Fu Ruolan exhaled slowly, thinking that it would be better to know something sooner or later.

Now it seems that the prince is much stronger than he imagined, and he is obviously very uncomfortable in his heart, but he still endures it.

"This acupuncture is required every day, and I will come to the prince for acupuncture at this hour every day in the future." Fu Ruolan pulled out the needles on the prince's body one by one: "The prescription given to you just now, remember to grab the medicine." Boil for an hour, boil into a bowl of medicine, and take it after half an hour after three meals a day. ”

Fu Ruolan explained in detail, and the prince's personal palace maids and eunuchs all wrote it down one by one.

When Fu Ruolan left the prince's bedroom, the prince was still pretending to be asleep. It's just that the already moist eyelashes didn't escape Fu Ruolan's eyes, and she sighed leisurely in her heart.

Nine times out of ten, life is not easy, and you can talk to others.

As soon as Fu Ruolan walked out of the Chengyang Palace, she heard a few palace maids discussing something in the corner, she didn't want to listen, but it also passed into her ears.

Several little palace maids were discussing how miserable Chunxiang's death was, and when she was dying, she still stared at her eyes without a look, and it was terrifying to watch.

"That's not what she deserves, it's a relief to die." The palace maid said timidly.

"I heard that Chunxiang's home was connected to the nine clans, and even the neighbors sat in that ......"

"It's terrible...... said the palace maids, their faces became much more ugly.

Fu Ruolan's footsteps did not stop, and the voice of the palace maid's discussion fell farther and farther behind her.

The authority of the royal family is not to be challenged, and even if the queen is wrong, Haruka will never be allowed to challenge the authority.

Fu Ruolan returned to the room and felt empty, Menghua was recuperating, Nan Yuchen pretended to be in the room because of some things to deal with in Qingyu Pavilion, but in fact he had already left the palace.

Staying in the room in a panic, Fu Ruolan thought about it and went to Changchun Palace.

White strips of cloth are hung everywhere in Changchun Palace, and the seven queens will be buried in a few days.

"Dr. Ruo." When the palace maid saw Fu Ruolan coming, she owed a bow and bowed.

Fu Ruolan nodded: "Princess Li Yuan?"

"The princess is in the queen's bedchamber." The palace maid was also full of sorrow: "Go and have a look."

Fu Ruolan nodded in agreement and came to the queen's bedroom. Through the window, she saw Li Yuanzheng sitting on the edge of the bed in a distraught, holding the queen's favorite gold-inlaid jade phoenix hairpin in her hand.

At this time, no matter how comforting words she said, it was useless, and Fu Ruolan hesitated whether to go in or not.

"Dr. Ruo." A childish voice sounded.

Fu Ruolan raised her eyes and found that Li Yuan was looking at her.

Now Li Yuan must be very uncomfortable in his heart, Fu Ruolan knows that he can't help much, and he also wants to go in to accompany Li Yuan.

"Princess." Fu Ruolan bowed to Li Yuan and prepared to salute.

Li Yuan hurriedly held Fu Ruolan's hand: "If the doctor doesn't have to be polite to Li Yuan, Li Yuan has already regarded you as an aunt in his heart, and he can't stand your worship."

"......" When Fu Ruolan heard Li Yuan's words, she felt a little uncomfortable, and felt even more sorry for Li Yuan.

Seeing that Fu Ruolan didn't speak, Li Yuan knew that she must still be taking care of etiquette.

Li Yuan took a deep breath and plucked up the courage to say, "If you are a doctor, can Li Yuan hug you?"

Her queen mother died, and she was very sad. But she is a princess, and no one can give her warmth.

The palace maids around her can only take care of her, but they have always regarded her as their master.

Fu Ruolan wanted to refuse, telling her that it was not in accordance with the rules. But seeing Li Yuan looking at her with tears in his eyes, Fu Ruolan felt her heart tremble.

She felt so sorry for Li Yuan, she wanted to hold Li Yuan in her arms, and she did so.

Two people, one big and one small, hugged each other, and the picture was exceptionally harmonious.

Li Yuan snorted, choked and said, "Doctor Ruo, your arms are so warm, Li Yuan likes it so much."

And Fu Ruolan held Li Yuan in her arms, feeling that she was so small and soft. Even though he was still a child, he had to endure so much.

Fu Ruolan thought that since the death of her mother, she had become a lonely person in this world.

The hardships of the world and the indifference of others are even more terrible than she imagined. If it weren't for the stubborn and hard temperament she had since she was a child, I am afraid that she would have been bullied to death by those cousins.

"Good." At this moment, Fu Ruolan really regarded Li Yuan as her own child, holding it in her arms and coaxing it softly.

Li Yuan, who originally thought that her tears had been exhausted, could no longer control her tears, and the tears melted down her cheeks like bursting embankments.

Fu Ruolan felt that her clothes were wet with tears, and her heart was about to melt: "Cry, cry, just cry, cry out, cry out and you can become strong."

"Doctor Ruo, I don't have a mother, Li Yuan has no mother." Princess Li Yuan cried uncontrollably, and her voice echoed throughout the room, tearing her heart.

Fu Ruolan stroked Li Yuan's soft hair and gently coaxed her: "Cry, finish crying out your tears, don't cry anymore in the future."