Everyone sneered at her over and over again, while hypocritically expressing concern about Zhuo Chen's physical condition, every word could be said to be slapped on Mo Shihuan's face, or Zhuo Chen blocked the words for her, she might have been squeezed into the crack of the table at this moment.

It wasn't until Mo Shihuan thought that the emperor said that Zhuo Chen's body had not recovered well and needed to recuperate, that the emperor withdrew from everyone, and she also left after explaining a few words herself, and finally ended with Mo Shihuan's noisy headache.

The mountain rain is coming, at this time, if you stand at the highest point of the capital, you can see the black clouds hanging down on the side of the mountain outside the city, and a gust of wind sweeps into the window from outside the courtyard, blowing to the corner of Mo Shihuan's clothes.

"Miss, drag in and tell the slave to bring you hot ginger soup."

A maid stood outside the door and knocked on the door, Mo Shihuan handed Feiying a look, and Feiying immediately signaled to open the door and take the ginger soup.

Mo Shihuan's hand covered the side of the bowl and tested the temperature, picked it up and blew it, and handed it to Zhuo Chen.

"The ginger soup is filled with a warm tonic medicine, you can drink a little to relieve the discomfort of your body now."

"It's raining!"

I don't know which servant shouted outside.

The two of them looked out the window together, only to see that bean-sized raindrops fell on the stone road outside the window, and the ground was wet into a darker color, and then a slightly damp wind rushed into the house, and the sky was a lot darker for a while.

Zhuo Chen held a bowl of hot air and smiled bitterly: "Birth, old age, sickness and death are all fate, no one is to blame, don't listen to them talk about you, it's not your fault."

Mo Shihuan looked at the rain curtain outside the window, and he didn't know how long it had been since it had rained so heavily.

She came back to her senses and looked at Zhuo Chen, her fingertips twitched, and her eyebrows frowned slightly: "I don't believe in this destiny, if that's the case, then if you are sick and suffered, just go to the temple to burn incense and worship the Buddha, and see what doctor to report to what official."

Mo Shihuan clenched his fingers, and his eyes flashed a little light, which seemed too bright in the dim room.

"Listen, even if it's really fate, I can change it for you!" Saying that, she spread her white palm, "There were so many people around just now, I didn't even check your physical condition carefully, you stretched out your hand for me to see." ”

Zhuo Chen obediently took his hand out of the quilt and put it in front of her.

The maids who had come to serve in the house saw that the light in the house was not good, so they lit lamps for them.

Under the light, Mo Shihuan touched Zhuo Chen's beating pulse and checked it little by little in her heart, her tightly knit brows stretched out little by little, she withdrew her hand with some joy, "It's no big deal, you drink the ginger soup quickly, it should be cold in a while." ”

Zhuo Chen was already sweating at the bottom of the bowl after drinking a bowl, and the rain outside the window gradually became smaller, Mo Shihuan took the bowl and put the bowl on the small bedside table: "The rain in Kyoto has always been urgent, and it was pouring down just now, and now it seems to be not raining."

There was a chirping bird, Zhuo Chen got out of bed and went out of the corridor to breathe, and suddenly dared to have a whim, and the sword of the flying eagle was a set of swordsmanship.

A shaved bamboo leaf rested steadily on the edge of his sword, Zhuo Chen put the knife back into its sheath, paused for a moment, and returned the sword to the flying eagle.

Mo Shihuan watched the layman's excitement on the side, and she poked the flying eagle who had been watching silently: "What do you see?"

Feiying took back the sword and said: "It's not a unique opinion, my subordinates just think that His Highness has just practiced a set of swordsmanship and improved a lot, and it seems that he has some doorways in the use of breath."

Mo Shihuan was overjoyed when she heard this, she pulled Zhuo Chen back to the bench in the corridor, and took the pulse again.

The bluestone road in the palace has not yet dried, Zhuo Chen is walking towards the emperor's Taiji Palace, which is corrected and folded on weekdays, and the leader is Hu De'an, who has been following the emperor, Zhuo Chen asked him why his father asked him to enter the palace now.

The old eunuch was very sleek, just saying that His Majesty wanted to see him, and didn't say anything else, Zhuo Chen sighed, thinking that he had just recovered from a serious illness, and now quietly calling him over is mostly to show his father's concern for his son.

"Gonggong Hu, how is my father's health recently?"

The old eunuch took care of his body and didn't walk fast, and replied with a smile: "Your Majesty is very good, you can see for yourself when you get to the palace, but you, you should pay more attention to your body."

Saying that he had arrived at the gate of Taiji Palace, the eunuch lifted the curtain for him and went in, only to see the emperor writing calligraphy, and when he saw him coming over and put down the pen, he looked at him carefully: "How is your body?"

Zhuo Chen saluted, saying that he was no longer in trouble.

The emperor was delighted, and after a while of greetings between father and son, he gave him a lot of supplements and precious tonics before leaving, and asked him to go back to recuperate.

In Mu'an Villa, Zi Yunlan listened to the information that his subordinates had sent back to Zhuo Chen, and was carefully fiddling with the bonsai pine in his hand.

"That's all Concubine Shu said, is there anything else?"

The subordinate shook his head to indicate that Concubine Shu had said this, and he asked, "What else do you need your subordinates to do next?"

Zi Yunlan waved his hand and smiled, "I don't need you, I have my own way to do it." ”

After returning from the palace, the things given by the emperor were delivered to the Liangwang Mansion one by one, and two "uninvited guests" were also invited by the way.

Baili Yue in the water pavilion of Liangwangfu and the "divine doctor" she brought over were confronting Mo Shihuan.

Mo Shihuan sat on the chair and drank sweet wine without saying a word, and Baili Yue on the opposite side was also very annoyed when she saw that she was blocked by Mo Shihuan and was not allowed to go in to see King Liang.

Baili Yue hugged her chest and pointed at her very arrogantly: "I was invited to His Royal Highness King Liang, don't be ignorant, let me in quickly."

Who knew that Mo Shihuan was annoyed when she said this, "Oh? Was it invited by His Royal Highness King Liang? Since it's not, what are you sowing here? ”

Seeing that the situation was not right, the "divine doctor" next to him hurriedly changed his words and said that they had found a divine doctor to treat His Royal Highness King Liang.

Bai Liyue restrained a little and looked at the people around her: "She is the doctor I found, with superb medical skills, and she is here to see His Royal Highness King Liang."

Coming to see a doctor?

As soon as Mo Shihuan heard some words, her attitude suddenly reversed, and she immediately stood up from her chair: "Come to see a doctor?" Why didn't you say it earlier, I thought she was here to kick the gym when I saw her posture. ”

Baili Yue felt a little headache, and politely apologized to her, but in fact, she still looked down on the woman in front of her in her heart, no matter how powerful she was now, it was just a three-legged cat kung fu for fun, and she felt that she was far worse than the miracle doctor she hired.

The atmosphere in the water pavilion eased a little, and Mo Shihuan believed Bailiyue's words, and was very interested in the "divine doctor" in front of him.