"What if the king doesn't have the scale in his heart?" Meng Jing was expressionless, looking at Chu Ci with some detachment.

It was not a frustration or disappointment, but in short, his face was extremely bad, and his fist hidden under his sleeve was clenched tightly.

Chu Ci raised his eyes, glanced at him coldly, turned around again, pinched two prescriptions and walked to the burning incense burner on the side, lifted the lid, tore the prescription little by little, and threw it in, "Then I can only mourn for those soldiers at the border...... The god of war they believe in is not worth their belief in at all. Their god of war, just for a little male and female love, regards their lives as child's play. ”

"Are you pushing this king?" Meng Jing approached her quietly from behind her, his long arms wrapped around her shoulders, lifting her chin, forcing her to face herself.

This posture is a bit ...... It's like drinking a glass of wine on the wedding night, and it's really ambiguous.

Chu Ci didn't know how he could have thought of this picture. She shook her head, a hint of irritation on her face, looked at him, her eyebrows furrowed tightly, and was about to explain—

Meng Jing looked into her eyes, spoke first, and said word by word, "...... Five coins for gallant stars, five coins for blood exhaustion, and eight coins for myrrh...... Nine strychnine (slightly fried), keel (astringent tongue) three coins ......"

Every time he recited a medicine, Chu Ci's eyes opened a little wider.

This......

Meng Jing only glanced at it, and memorized all the contents of the two prescriptions.

"You...... Shame on you! She looked at her like a monster, her face turned pale with anger, and it took a long time for her to spit out these four words.

Meng Jing lowered her head, easily took her earlobe, smiled a little, and said with a hot tongue, "You are the king's, and your prescription is naturally the king's ......."

Chu Ci was made trembling by him, and wanted to break away from his half-embrace, but his strength was insufficient.

It wasn't until she didn't have half the strength in her body that he let go of his embrace on her, threw away the medical box, carried her to his body, and strode towards the bed.

Chu Ci was not physically strong, and he was not his opponent at all.

I can only whimper, and let him take what he wants.

……

It wasn't until seven days later that Meng Jing left the Rejuvenation Hall from the main entrance contentedly.

2nd floor room.

Chu Ci buried herself between the futons, she was afraid that she would never have the face to see anyone again.

Of course, that's not the point.

The point is that Meng Jing's family has been so tightly entangled these days that she doesn't even have a chance to prevent pregnancy.

Pounding the bed hard, she was extremely upset and "snorted".

He mourned in bed for a long time, and then resigned himself to changing clothes and washing.

After everything was cleaned up, she went to Li Tiedan's ward on the first floor under the meaningful eyes of everyone in the Rejuvenation Hall.

Fortunately, the patient has recovered well from his wound and is now able to take some liquid food slowly.

got Chu Ci's affirmation, Tie Danniang's knees were weak, and she had to kowtow again to thank her. Chu Ci's scalp was numb, and he hurriedly supported her, and said, "Don't be polite, observe for a few more days, and you can take him back." ”

Tie Danniang's eyes suddenly turned red, and she sobbed, "Doctor Chu is really the Guanyin Bodhisattva who saves suffering!" ”

Chu Ci smiled awkwardly, "You're polite, it's my duty to save lives and help the wounded......"

Regent's Palace.

Thanks to Chu Ci's rescue, Chunxiao was able to pick up a life from the ghost gate.

However, after that day, the relationship between Meng Jing and Concubine Yun was a little delicate.

The two mothers and sons seem to be estranged, and they seem to be separated. Living in the same house, they can't even touch each other.

Just when the relationship between their mother and son would be stranded in the future after Meng Jing, Concubine Yun asked Yun Hui to invite him to go to the Crane Selection Hall.

Meng Jing has been by Concubine Yun's most difficult ten years, and she has not been by her side. For this biological mother, I have always felt guilty in my heart, and as soon as I heard that Concubine Yun wanted to see him, she immediately paced to the Crane Selection Hall after processing the official documents in her hand.

"I don't know what the mother and concubine have to call her son to come to?" After saluting Concubine Yun, Meng Jing asked softly.

Concubine Yun motioned for him to sit down.

Then, with a calm face, he looked at him and said, "Even that Chu Divine Doctor can't cure your hidden disease, have you ever thought about what to do in the future?" To whom will this regent be passed on? ”

Meng Jing raised his head and looked at Concubine Yun with some coldness. He counted everything, but he didn't count it, his mother, his biological mother, had already seen him dead.

His fists tightened, his back straightened, and the corners of his slightly drooping mouth hooked up a curvature without any temperature, and asked rhetorically, "What does the concubine mean?" ”

"This palace thinks that An'er, the sixth prince of the Yu Palace, is extremely sensible and clever, and it is excellent to pass it on to you."

"Meng An?" Meng Jing laughed lowly, with a bit of self-deprecation, "Mother concubine, don't you forget, Meng An is already sixteen years old." ”

A sixteen-year-old boy who came to be his son?

Can you still face him? It is estimated that it would be good not to stab him, the imperial uncle, in the back!