Cining Palace.

The imperial physician wearing an official uniform on one side knelt in a row on one side.

Mo Huan was like a little hamster, leaning his head to the other side, but his eyes were rolling wildly, constantly scanning the old woman on the couch, the general, the emperor, and a graceful and luxurious beautiful girl.

But seeing the old woman on the bed, frowning and stroking her forehead, her face was painful and anxious, judging from the dress and the respect of everyone, she was the ancestor in the emperor's mouth.

"Huang Eniang, I'm sorry, my son is late and makes you suffer." Chen Yi held the medicine bowl, blowing cool air, and fed the soup spoon to the ancestor.

"Yi'er, don't blame yourself, the stubborn disease of the mourning family, even Imperial Doctor Sun is helpless, even if you are by the side of the mourning family, it is only in vain to increase the distress. You've been in good health for half a year, right? The old ancestor gently patted Chen Yi's hand, gentle and kind.

"Back to my mother, my son is very healthy. Stenger promised that when the Double Ninth Festival was held, he would come to discuss the relevant matters in person. Chen Yi replied indifferently.

"The war in Loulan has dragged on for too long, and it is best to be able to keep Dawu safe on the terms of negotiation, after all, the foundation of my Dawu is not stable, and the war is tight, so it is bound to work and lose money and money, and it is the people of Li who suffer."

The ancestor spoke, the words were correct and round, although he was sick in bed, he was still clear and calm.

The slightly round face and slightly blessed figure are more intimate, but the pride and fortitude between the eyebrows interpret a kind of heroism and pattern of the mother's world.

The same words, two people separated by mountains and seas, and time and space, couldn't help but make Mo Huan raise his head deeply and look at the ancestor carefully.

But she didn't expect that the light in her eyes, faintly, collided with someone's gaze, and no matter how closely she looked into it, she was stunned.

"Although the imperial grandmother is recuperating with peace of mind, there is no need to worry about these things in the court, after all, there is me and the imperial uncle."

The emperor, who was placed on the side of the bed, also gently took the hand of the ancestor and comforted him.

The tongue coating is yellow, the headache is raised, the eyes are covered from time to time, they do not want to see the light, the foundation is not stable, the people are suffering, and they are ......upset.

Mo Huan observed these symptoms, and Mo Huan observed the ancestor's every move, and had a preliminary understanding of her stubborn illness in his heart.

Every time you fail to be elected or your living expenses and rent are not settled, the above symptoms will recur, and your own healing of it is very simple.

"The people's daughter is silent, if you have something to say, please ask the emperor and the ancestors to agree." After Mo Huan took a long breath, he suddenly knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the bed.

“……。” Everyone was stunned for a moment.

"Who is she?" The old ancestor had never seen someone so bold, such a short-haired woman, who could interrupt the emperor's court without any rules, and couldn't help but bow slightly and look at Mo Huan.

"Who brought her in? Hurry up and bring it down for me. Chen Yi found that the person who knelt down was Mo Huan, with a black line on his face, and hurriedly ordered his subordinates to expel Mo Huan.

"May I ask my ancestors, is it that every time you have a stubborn illness, you are bound to have a splitting headache, upset, and no appetite, accompanied by the phenomenon of not wanting to see the light, nausea, and phlegm?"

As soon as Chen Yi's words fell, Mo Huan had not yet reacted to take her away, so he took the preemptive action, spoke quickly, and spit out a long list of questions eloquently.

"Bold! You are a woman, how can you speculate about the illness of your ancestors? Come on, don't drag me out yet! The beautiful girl who had not said a word before suddenly turned her head and looked at Mo Huan with a cold face.

"Ancestor......." This time, before Mo Huan could speak, several palace maids and the eunuchs outside took Mo Huan's arms and dragged him out.

"I often have the same symptoms, and I have a way to cure my ancestors." Although Mo Huan was dragged out of the door, he stubbornly stared at the people on the bed and shouted loudly.

"In the inner garden of the palace, how dare the people joke about the stubborn illness of the ancestors! I can really help my ancestors. ”

"Skilled doctors are helpless, what are you? Throw it out! The beautiful girl's apricot eyes, like the size of a camel bell, glared at Mo Huan angrily.

Finished! If a good intention fails, it will die again.

No wonder the aunt in the courtyard always said that she would not make a bird.

It's really fateful, you can't stop it!

These two sentences have now come true: there are many more and more, but there are no three and four, the first three times did not die, and the fourth time must be finished.

The game of life seems to be going to be game over.

But it's time to give it a go!

"The ancestor spared his life, the people told the truth, I really have the same stubborn disease as you, I really have a way. General, you forgot, Stengel said, for the rest of my life, he will protect me thoroughly, if I die now, during the Double Ninth Festival, he won't see me, I don't know, how does he feel? ”

"Wait!"

"Wait!"

"Do you dare to threaten the emperor and the ancestors?"

……。

Silence! Deathly silence!

It's really over! Walk through, just to die! Sadly, it's a starving ghost again!

Running all the way from the desert to the capital, going to the palace to restore his life, the dead general, just like not thirsty or hungry.

Alas! It's a pity that my Kende duck, Xue Mei Niang, milk tea, see you in the next life!

"You say, you have the same ailment? Do you know that if you hurt the body and bones of the mourning family, you will be guilty of the nine clans. ”

Just when Mo Huan was about to despair and was ready to die, the old ancestor spoke leisurely.

Zhao Rong saw the importance of this girl from the word "wait" between the emperor and Chen Yi, and in order not to lose the royal dignity, she could only open her mouth to complete the matter.

"The folk girl has a hundred courages, and she doesn't dare to deceive the ancestors, we are 21 ......, our hometown, there is a local method, which is particularly effective for this stubborn disease, and the folk girl promises that even if it cannot be cured, it will not damage the ancestors in the first place."

When Mo Huan heard this, there was still a drama in his life, so he struggled to shake off the palace maids and eunuchs who were dragging him, went straight to the couch, and knelt on the ground to whisper.

"Okay, the mourning family will give you a chance today, if it is cured, it will be greatly rewarded, if it is not cured, I will not cure your sin, but if you hurt the mourning family's sweat, you are the only one who asks."

Since Stenger had something to say, he had to spare her life. Old Ancestor Zhaorong lay down on the pillow again and commanded weakly.

"Ancestor, by all means." The emperor was the first to speak to stop it.

"Ancestor, don't be careless about this matter." The beautiful girl knelt down in a panic and wept.

Mo Huan's hope that had finally risen was shattered again, so he stared at Chen Yi unconsciously, always feeling that he would speak for himself.

"Since she said she had a way, we might as well give it a try."

Sure enough, the general was very powerful, and his trust in her was like a surging river, endless.

"But if the old ancestor is a little wrong, I will throw you into the desert to feed the wild wolves!"

Chen Yi stared at Mo Huan with a cold face and said intimidatingly.

"I'll vouch for my life!"

If there is hope for life, and since this local method has been tried countless times, why should we question it?

Cining Palace in the middle of the night, but white candles are like day.

Mo Huan's legs, with a thin soft cotton cloth, gently stroked the head of Zhaorong's ancestor, and after pillowing on the cotton cloth, he casually stuck a few drops of white wine on the silver cup, and pressed his two index fingers on Zhaorong's forehead and squeezed it gently.

"It may be a little painful, but the ancestor endures it first. If the hand is too strong, just speak. ”

Mo Huan tried his best to control his strength, slowly squeezing Zhao Rong's temples.

Under the bed, Chen Yi and the emperor, as well as the beautiful girl, kept looking at the couch, and the small movements that kept flowing exposed their uneasiness and worry.

A group of imperial doctors also stood on one side, constantly whispering.

"Huh?" Zhao Rong only felt that the place where she was squeezed by this girl was like a fire.

"Huang Eniang!"

"Ancestor!"

With a soft snort from Zhao Rong, the emperor, Chen Yi and others rushed forward in a panic.

"Bear with me first, Ancestor, it'll be fine soon." Mo Huan looked at the messy footsteps with his peripheral vision, and felt the beads of sweat on his forehead dripping, so he had to pretend to be calm, pressed Zhao Rong's hand, and did not stop.

"No problem!" Zhao Rong knew that her son and grandson were there, and if she was a little uncomfortable, this girl was also a capital crime, so she answered again first, so as not to cause unnecessary panic.

Mo Huan sat outside the door, looking up at the sun erupting from the sky, unable to tell what it was like in his heart.

"The old ancestor has woken up!"

A palace maid came out of the door and shouted softly to Mo Huan.

"Okay, go and bring me the porridge that I cooked the way I said." Mo Huan spoke lightly and entered the room.

"Poof!" When Mo Huan saw Zhao Rong, he almost laughed out loud.

The rest of the palace maids quickly knelt down.

"Take the Bronze Realm!" Zhao Rong saw the clue and immediately ordered.

I saw the old woman in the mirror, old and wrinkled, with a cloak and a few unknown purple patterns on her forehead, which was shocking.

"Come on, take Mo Huan down for me!" Zhao Rong casually smashed the bronze mirror on Mo Huan's head and shouted.