A completely unfamiliar face.

He thought about it seriously, but he didn't think who this person was.

Fang was in Changchun Palace, only caring that his daughter was bullied by the concubine, and he wanted to hold grievances for his daughter, and he naturally ignored others.

"What is this?"

Yan Yiyi: ""

Gorilla: ""

“”

After a long time, after looking at Yan Yin's pale and bloodless face, Yan Yiyi tugged on the collar on Yan Zheng's chest, and complained in a milky voice: "Father, Brother Yan Yin is your thirty-third prince." ”

Thirty-three princes?

Yan Zheng seriously recalled in his mind that his group of sons, it seemed that he could only remember the first ten princes.

As for the princes in the back, he has not asked since he was born.

These people under the age of thirty have never even seen each other.

Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, his son, who came out of nowhere, was so old.

However, Yan Zheng's face was not very happy, on the contrary, it was faint.

Because he felt that his son did not have the fragrance of the girl in his arms.

No matter how big the son is, he can't compare to the little milk dumplings in his arms.

Yan Yiyi secretly said that the great tyrant was really too cold-blooded, seeing that his son was injured like this, covered in blood, he could still be expressionless, he didn't even ask, even a stranger couldn't be so cold-blooded, right?

Look at Yanyin again.

This may also be the first time he has seen his father in all these years.

I don't know if I've seen it before, in short, maybe I'm looking forward to it, his dark eyes are facing the big tyrant, and it originally brought some hopeful light, but as the big tyrant just asked, he didn't care about him anymore, and he quickly hung his head in disappointment.

Yan Yiyi began to feel sorry for her son again.

hugged the big tyrant: "Rot, Brother Yanyin is injured, let's send the imperial doctor to show him the injury first." ”

"Well, then go back to the Heart Cultivation Hall first and call a doctor to take a look at him."

Yan Zheng has always been obedient to his daughter's words.

It just so happens that you can also take your daughter back to the Heart Cultivation Hall by showing him the injury.

The Temple of Nourishing the Heart.

The Great Tyrant does what he says.

At first, Yan Yiyi thought that it would be enough to call a doctor over.

Who knows, there are hundreds of imperial doctors, kneeling in the center of the main hall.

Yan Yiyi: ""

Yan Zheng put his daughter on his lap and hugged her to look at the group of imperial doctors kneeling below.

"Yiyi, come, take a look, see which doctor you like, and let the doctor show the injury to that one."

“”

"Father, it's Brother Yanyin!"

Yan Yiyi is not satisfied, Ya's great tyrant.

Is this because her son has a long life?

Why does it hurt your heart?

When her son heard this, his thin body staggered hard, and his face, which was full of wounds and bruises, was also turning white at the speed of a tornado.

alas

Damn it!

Let him call the imperial doctor to come and show his son the injuries on his body, he is good, and he called a group of imperial doctors for her to choose like a monkey!

Yan Yiyi was so tired.

His eyes looked over the kneeling physicians one by one.

The looks, demeanor, reminders and appearances of this group of imperial doctors, and even their clothes, are all different.

There are older ones, whose beards hang down to their chests.

There are also gray-haired, old-fashioned dragon clocks, trembling all over, and it looks like they are about to die.

There is also a young appearance, looking at the white and tender face, it should be no more than seventeen years old before he came to the hospital.

Of course, what makes Yan Yiyi more difficult to ignore is

Kneeling on the far left, one is blind, crawling on the ground with his hands, touching there

Yan Yiyi: ""