"Back to the emperor," Imperial Physician Liu wiped his sweat tremblingly, "Weichen has been practicing medicine for decades, and there has never been a misdiagnosis!" Even if Weichen has the courage to do so, he will not dare to play with the king! ”

Hearing this, the man's majestic eyes tightened.

He didn't say a word, walked to the edge of the soft collapse and sat down, his fingertips gently falling on Su Xi's white wrist.

The half-drooping eyes are covered with emotions that are unpredictable to ordinary people.

He pondered for a moment and then ordered Imperial Physician Liu to prescribe a sobering prescription, and then retreated.

Mai Sui took the prescription and sent Imperial Doctor Liu away.

In the dormitory of Nuoda, only Ling Juncheng and the sleeping Su Xi remained.

He had been sitting on her soft edge, looking at her deeply with his eyes down, and the doubts that lingered between his brows were palpable.

Until Mai Sui brought in the boiled decanting soup, he personally fed her to drink.

After a moment's pause, he strode out of the dormitory.

A pale blue curtain covered the earth, and tonight seemed dreary than every.

Bamboo pavilion.

Concubine Wen was draped in three thousand green silks, wearing a light yellow floor-length skirt, and sitting behind the guqin with her hands on her chest and her body.

There was a purple clay pot on the bamboo stove beside her, and the mist that came out of the mouth of the pot was swirling in the air, and her arrogant face was empty.

She spread her slender and slender fingers and stroked the strings, and her drooping eyes were wrapped in a boundless cold.

"Bang dang!"

The two closed doors were kicked open, and they staggered directly out of the door frame.

A long body appeared at the door, and even from a distance, he could feel the cold and danger that could kill people directly.

The man's half-squinted eyes looked straight at her, his fist clenched tightly in his cuffs.

"You're finally here," Concubine Wen didn't seem surprised by his appearance, she raised her eyes to look at him lightly, and then lowered her eyes to stroke the strings. "I thought that the emperor would never set foot in this bamboo pavilion in his life."

He strode towards her, stopped about five steps away from her, and coldly opened his lips: "What did you say to her today?" ”

"Does the emperor feel sorry for her?" Concubine Wen raised her eyebrows casually and said casually, "I didn't know that you who are so cold-blooded and ruthless would have a time when you are emotionally attracted to a woman." ”

Ling Juncheng clenched his fists, and his unsmiling coldness was prohibitive.

"Since you know that I care about her, you should know that you can't provoke her," every word was filled with a strong killing intent, "You hold a grudge against me, and she doesn't know anything." ”

Concubine Wen held the corner of her lips and smiled, and slowly got up.

"She doesn't know anything?" She looked at Ling Juncheng with a serious expression: "That's why I want to tell her!" If she knows that the emperor she likes is a hypocrite and still likes it, it proves that she is sincere to you. ”

"A person who can ignore your past and like you as always is worthy of your liking, isn't it?"

When the words fell, she hooked the corners of her lips slightly, and her eyes were full of fearless provocation.

Ling Juncheng's eyebrows flickered abruptly.

"If you can't let go of the hatred in your heart until now, kill me!" With a twist of his wrist, a dagger appeared in his outstretched palm, "But don't hurt her." ”

When he said this last sentence, there was a lot of helplessness.

Some things can never be explained clearly, because no one will believe them when they say it.

Why not use the most straightforward way to solve the problem?