Leng Qinglang sneered lightly: "The person who stepped into the coffin with one foot, what's okay?" ”

Fang Pinzhi sighed: "Is that Jin Er wrong?" ”

"What's wrong?" Leng Qinglang asked nonchalantly.

"A few days ago, Jin Er and I saw a person on the street, and he passed by in a car with the princess of the house. Jin Er was very surprised, and said that he knew that person, and he was clearly the eldest son of the house. But it's strange, Brother Ling is obviously terminally ill, how can he still move around? ”

Leng Qinglang was taken aback: "Can you see clearly?" ”

"The villain doesn't know, Jin Er said that there should be no mistake. What's more, how can other men ride in the same car with the princess? ”

Leng Qinglang gasped, and couldn't help but think of the book of Daolin poems that appeared on Murong Qi's desk inexplicably, and his heart was flustered.

Leng Qinghuan's medical skills are beyond doubt, even Deputy General Yu is a half-dead person, she can save it from the hands of Hades, so the poison on Leng Qinghe's body should not be able to hide from her, right?

In addition, Leng Qinghe suddenly proposed to move out of the house, and actually went to the cemetery to ask for his own hardships, and now that he thinks about it, it seems that after Leng Qinghuan returned to the province. It's not easy to put so many things together.

Leng Qinghe must have slowly gotten better, and the last time my aunt went to visit the cemetery, she must have been deceived by him.

Thinking of this, I broke out in a cold sweat.

Absentmindedly sending Fang Pinzhi away, Leng Qinglang sat alone, pondered for a long time, gritted his teeth, and instructed Zhao's mother: "Go and ask the doctor to come over, just say that I am not well." ”

Mother Zhao immediately asked with concern: "What's wrong with Madame?" What's uncomfortable? ”

"When people ask, you say that I have been weak in the past few days, coughing, and fainting."

Mother Zhao had just sent Fang Pinzhi away, and she was secretly sweating for her in her heart, listening to her instructions, there must be some kind of moth, so she couldn't help but ask: "What does this mean, madam?" ”

Leng Qinglang hated Zhao's mother for asking questions to restrain herself, and said coldly: "If you want to go, just go, just do what I tell you." ”

Zhao's mother didn't ask any more, and was ordered to invite Langzhong to the house.

Lang Zhong came over, carefully asked for pulse, and couldn't see what the reason was, so he only prescribed some medicine to clear the lungs and relieve cough, but he didn't get better after taking it for three or five days in a row.

After Murong Qi heard about it, he went to sit in the wisteria building, cold and suspicious, made a terminally ill appearance, and said a lot of depressing love words, which made Murong Qi feel a little indebted in his heart, and invited two Lang Zhong from outside the mansion to check on her condition.

Lang Zhong's statement is the same, at most, it is internal heat and lack of fire, and there is no focus on it.

Leng Qinglang said vaguely that he was in pain, and even stood up and went to a toilet, he had to be supported by Zhao's mother, and he couldn't help it. Originally, it was just a cough, but then it became quite lively, and almost the entire palace knew about it. The side concubine Niangniang has an incurable disease.

She didn't deal with Leng Qinghuan, a well-known thing, so it was not easy for Murong Qi to open his mouth to Leng Qinghuan and beg her to heal. Leng Qinghuan pretended to be stupid and stunned, as if he didn't know.

Zhao's mother sent someone to the Prime Minister's Mansion to deliver the news, and the Jin family got the news and came to visit once, and when she saw that her daughter had lost a lot of weight, she cried and cried and felt distressed for a while, so she went back.

After two more days, he invited a Taoist priest into the house, saying that Leng Qinglang was afraid that he had collided with something, and he had a deficiency disease, and the doctor could not diagnose it.

Murong Qi didn't believe in these strange things, but he didn't insist on opposing them for the sake of the Jin family's love for his daughter.

This kind of thing, somewhat mysterious, is the first time in the palace, everyone in the palace feels strange, and some people quietly run to see the excitement.

Doudou discussed with Diao Mama, and naturally asked Leng Qinghuan curiously, what was wrong with her, and why did she still commit ghosts and gods.

Leng Qinghuan smiled "hehe": "Do you believe in any collision?" ”

Older people are always suspicious, and Diao Mama said: "It's not for sure." ”

Doudou also looked thoughtful: "Her illness is somewhat similar to the appearance of the eldest prince when he was sick, no wonder Aunt Jin is in a hurry." ”

Leng Qinghuan squinted his eyes slightly: "This kind of thing, according to the routine in the script, the Taoist priest will definitely talk about it for a while, for example, my eight characters collided with Leng Qinglang;

Or, her wisteria building feng shui is not good, it is best to move to my Chaotian Que, you can suppress the yin qi in her body, and her body can heal;

There is also the most vicious trick, perhaps, the Taoist priest is like a dog, smelling the smell and coming to the sky, and then doing a little thing, in our yard to find something like a straw villain. ”

"Then isn't this a clear indication that you're coming for you, Miss." Doudou pursed his lips and smiled: "You have even thought of a way for them." ”

No one believes it, just think Leng Qinghuan is ridiculing.

Just talking and laughing, there was really someone at the door, it was a guard, please Leng Qinghuan go to Wisteria Xiaozhu for a trip, and said that the Qi prince is invited.

A few people in the courtyard looked at each other, did they really come while talking? The princess is a clever plan, and it also alarmed Murong Qi.

Diao Mama "bah" twice: "Bad and not good, the princess and mother quickly spit two mouthfuls and go to get rid of bad luck." ”

Leng Qinghuan didn't want to fight crookedly, so he reluctantly got up and dusted off his clothes, and went directly to Wisteria Xiaozhu with the comers.

In the wisteria building, Leng Qinglang was still leaning crookedly on the bed, Murong Qi was sitting on the chair next to him with a calm face, and the Jin family and the invited Taoist priest were standing aside.

The atmosphere in the room is very subtle, and there is a sense of oppression that the mountain rain is about to come and the wind is full of buildings.

Leng Qinghuan entered the house, not in a hurry, and not politely, and sat down on the chair next to Murong Qi.

"The prince called me, but what advice do you have?"

Murong Qi said coldly: "Qinglang has been a little unwell these days, the princess has superb medical skills, please come over and check her pulse." ”

"My three-legged cat's kung fu, even if my sister dares me to cure it, I don't dare to treat my sister. Who doesn't know that my sister is the prince's favorite heart. In case there is something wrong with my medication, which makes my sister have a headache and brain fever, I can't afford to take it. ”

"You don't need to prescribe a prescription, just help her diagnose her pulse and see what the cause is."

Leng Qinghuan glanced at Murong Qi in surprise, not quite understanding what kind of medicine he was selling in this gourd.

Murong Qi's face was expressionless, stiff like a coffin board, and no one could figure out what he was thinking.

"Okay." Leng Qinghuan agreed happily and rolled up his sleeves: "I have to say it first, I heard that my sister is an incurable disease, even the Taoist priest is alarmed, and I may not be able to see what the problem is." ”

Leng Qinglang stretched out a slender wrist, and while Leng Qinghuan cut her pulse, she activated the nano ring and did a lung examination.

"My sister's heart and lung function are very good, and there is nothing wrong with it."

Leng Qinglang retracted his hand, and then looked at Murong Qi.

Murong Qi raised his hand and threw a book in his hand to Leng Qinghuan: "Then look at this book, what's wrong?" ”

Leng Qinghuan took it in his hand, opened it and saw that it was the hand-copied "Daolin Poetry Collection" that he gave to Murong Qi, and smiled slightly, he already knew the tricks of Leng Qinglang and the Jin family.

Before he could find out, these two took the initiative to send it to the door.

Today, just calm down for the time being, come to an urn to catch turtles, and plan the plan.