The man seemed to be polite, but he seemed rude. Calm and confident. The piercing gaze of the Emperor of Dongyue followed his dark mask, plain white clothes, and ...... The dry hem of his clothes, the emperor squinted slightly.

The rain outside has been beating on the roof and never stopped, but this person who waded through the rain was refreshing and neat, and obviously had extraordinary skills.

Emperor Dongyue asked, "Why do you think that I will definitely let you see the princess?" ”

"With 'fatherly love.'"

The weight of these two words instantly fell heavily on Yan Li's heart. Yes, Father's love. Yan Li loves his daughter very much.

"Beigong Changli, where are you from?"

"Walking around, there is no fixed place to live, no hometown."

There is no hometown......

That's it.

It doesn't matter where he comes from, as long as he can really heal Ling'er. Yan Li waved his hand and asked Gonggong An to bring people over. He bet the last of his patience and hope on this man who seemed to be a little different from ordinary people.

Under the guidance of Gonggong An, and a few guards, Beigong Changli walked through countless doors along the corridor of thousands of turns, and came to the Luoyan Pavilion where Tang Qianshu was.

There is a tall sycamore tree in the courtyard of the Luoyan Pavilion, which is sheltered above the pavilion at the end of the cloister. Now in the heavy rain, pink flowers have fallen all over the top of the gazebo and the wet courtyard.

Beigong Changli thought that the seventh princess, who was said to have a strong temperament and a strong personality, was now angry with outsiders or made other radical moves.

But when he stood at this end of the courtyard through the continuous rain, he saw a cyan figure sitting quietly in a wheelchair under the gazebo covered with sycamore flowers. She was close to the edge of the pavilion, her back tense as if she was trying to do something......

Beigong Chang's eyes narrowed unconsciously behind the mask, and he looked more closely through the rain curtain.

Outside the Sycamore Pavilion are a few bamboos that have been pressed down by the rain, and a pink Sycamore flower is falling slightly on top of the tender green bamboo inside the pavilion......

The reason why the seventh princess's back was tense was because she was trying with all her strength to grab the flower with her hands. But no matter how hard she tried, her weak fingers could not hold the flowers in her hands.

Sixi, the slave who was waiting for her, stood behind her and watched, and did not step forward to help.

Beigong Changli bent slightly from the corner of his mouth, and continued to walk forward behind Gonggong An without squinting.

Outside the pavilion, Father-in-law An saw that the seventh princess was trying her best to get the flower, and Sixi was standing still behind her, and immediately ran over to greet the princess, and hurriedly took out the sycamore flower on the bamboo branch and put it in her hand.

"Princess, take it." After finishing speaking, he turned around and angrily reprimanded Sixi, "Bold minion, standing so close, can't you see that the master wants that flower?" Something that doesn't have any energy in the eyes! ”

Seeing this, Sixi immediately knelt down: "The slave didn't dare, it was the princess who insisted on taking it herself for rehabilitation......"

Tang Qianshu looked at the wet flowers that fell on her palm, and tried to grasp it many times, but her fingers could not keep up with her heart.

After seeing so many doctors, this body is still not improving, does she really want to live in a wheelchair for the rest of her life? It is inevitable that I will be sad in my heart.

How people who like to run can lose their legs. How can a bird that is good at flying not have wings?

If she wants a sound body, she dreams of it.

Gonggong An said at this moment: "Seventh princess, the emperor invited the divine doctor of Beigong Changli to treat the princess this time. ”

Everyone who came to see her said that it was a miracle doctor, but the result was not a big disappointment? Tang Qianshu turned around, and Sixi took advantage of the situation to push her wheelchair in a different direction. At this time, the curtain at the entrance of the pavilion was lowered by the palace maid.

What Beigong Changli saw was the scene when she turned around, and the pink gauze curtain fell.

The corners of his mouth behind the mask bent, and he waved through the curtain: "In the lower North Palace, see the Seventh Princess." ”

Tang Qianshu's mood was depressed, why didn't she lose confidence in these so-called famous doctors? Their diagnosis is either cookie-cutter or even her medical skills are inferior. But apart from these doctors, where can she pin her hopes?

Sixi pushed her behind the curtain, and the people outside set up a table for pulse diagnosis, and the table was covered with brocade mats.

Tang Qianshu watched the man walk towards him through the curtain, saw that he was wearing a gray mask on his face, and asked in white, "Won't such a loud sound of rain affect Mr.'s pulse?" ”

"No, it won't." Beigong Changli sat down on the chair outside the curtain, and pressed the pulse on Tang Qianshu's wrist through the light veil, and his eyes behind the mask drooped slightly, and he took the pulse quietly.

The temperature on his hand came through the tulle, similar to the feeling of the sycamore falling on his hand, but his hand was warmer. These hands are very beautiful and slender, and they are somewhat similar to Song Ziqian's hands.

Tang Qianshu's wrist twitched suddenly, and he raised his eyes and looked at him suddenly.

As if sensing her panic for a moment, he slowly lifted his gaze to look over.

The two looked at each other through the curtain.

The rain outside the eaves was still dripping, and a few sycamore flowers fell down the sink of the eaves, and fell on the wet floor with a clear sound.

Beigong Changli was the first to speak: "Give me seven days to let the princess's hands pick any flower." ”

Tang Qianshu seemed a little absent-minded. How could she see clearly whether it was Song Ziqian's hand through the gauze tent? She had already left the world with Song Ziqian, and she could no longer verify any of his ideas.

She often wonders, now that Song Ziqian is in the original world, is he lamenting the failure of his experiment, or is he regretting that he killed her with his own hands? He...... Do you miss the time they used to live together?

No way.

Maybe he's looking for another test subject, exchanging a fake feeling for a person lying on his operating table defenselessly.

Thinking of his desperation, how could she not live better here?

Tang Qianshu lazily lowered his gaze and asked, "Well, hands can pick any flower, and then what?" ”

"Then when the sycamore flowers are gone, the princess's feet will be able to move freely." The words of the man behind the mask are extraordinarily indifferent, making people want to be hopeful but not suspicious.

Is it really not convincing for a person who just took her pulse to say such a diagnosis?

As soon as Tang Qianshu had such a thought, she suddenly felt a gentle force pass through his fingertips into her pulse, not big, but clearly felt that the warmth of this power penetrated into the meridians that spread throughout her body.

She was stunned.

Beigong Changli took his hand back at this moment, and slowly put away the things he used to diagnose his pulse.

"What do you want? City? Money? Or fame and fortune? Tang Qianshu asked.

Beigong Changli stood up at this moment and took two steps back: "When the princess's hand can pick up the sycamore flower, she will naturally make a request, otherwise she will not dare to accept it for nothing." ”

So many doctors have shown her, but it is the first time she has met a doctor like Beigong Changli. Listening to him speak, it seems to be very indifferent, but the purpose is quite strong.

Saying that the hand that treated her first was not only to give him his own chance, but also to bait her, if the hand could be cured, how could she not strongly want her foot to be cured?

With such a long line to catch a big fish, it is clear that perhaps he will ask for something bigger than others.

Tang Qianshu looked directly at him through the curtain: "Do you want me to make a personal promise?" ”

Scold.

Before her words fell, the masked man laughed in a low voice that didn't give face, and bowed when he was done: "I'm sorry." The princess thought too much. ”

is so insincere, is he apologizing!

Tang Qianshu glared at his weird mask, who knows if he has an extremely ugly face behind the mask, if she can run and jump, she is not worthy of him? Not to be outdone, she replied.

"I'm really thinking too much, and I think I'll promise you if you say that."

"......" The man was not annoyed, he didn't seem to hear what she said on purpose, and stood quietly and silent.

"Since it's not, after seven days, I hope you and I can get what we want."

"Naturally, you will get what you want, because what you want has never been missed."

Beigong Changli's faint words were almost lost in the sound of the rain, but they were heard clearly. She didn't know what his identity was or what his purpose was, but this person must not be simple.

Tang Qianshu was a little curious, what did he want?