"That's why I have to trouble you to come here and show the prince what is going on." Gangneung said.

"Then let's go in and have a look." Wang Zhonglian stepped forward with his legs carrying the medicine box.

He was just about to push open the door, but was stopped by Jiang Ling: "Imperial Doctor Wang, the prince's temper is not very good, especially when he doesn't wake up, if he wakes up, it is estimated that we will not have good fruit to eat." ”

"What then? Waiting here? Wang Zhonglian's face became extremely ugly, he hurried over, sweating profusely, wouldn't he just let him stand outside this door and wait?

"Of course not, we have to make a light noise when we go in, you quietly check the pulse of the prince, let's come out, don't wake up the prince." Gangneung made a silent gesture and whispered.

Wang Zhonglian understood in his heart and nodded.

I saw that Jiang Ling gently pushed open the door without making a sound, and motioned to Wang Zhonglian to take off his shoes to reduce the sound.

After the two took off their shoes at the same time, Jiang Ling led Wang Zhonglian, and the two entered the room lightly, looking like thieves, Jiang Ling also turned back to Wang Zhonglian from time to time to make a silent gesture, signaling him to slow down.

The two finally came to the bedside without danger, Jiang Ling gently lifted the curtain, An Chengluo lay flat on the bed with his eyes closed, his expression was serene, and his complexion looked good, not like there was anything wrong at all.

Wang Zhonglian frowned when he saw it, and his doubts were even more serious.

Wang Zhonglian lightly put An Chengluo's wrist and took his pulse, and the longer it was, the deeper his brows wrinkled.

After a long time, he took his hand back, carried the medicine box and motioned to Jiangling, and the two crept out of the room again.

Jiang Ling gently closed the door again, for fear that the sound outside would disturb An Chengluo, and the two of them breathed a sigh almost at the same time.

"Imperial Physician Wang, how is it?" Gangneung hurriedly asked.

After thinking about it for a while, Wang Zhonglian said: "Looking at the prince's complexion is very healthy, but it may be a little qi deficiency, I will prescribe some medicinal soup for the prince to refresh and calm the nerves and nourish the qi, you let the prince take a dose every day, observe for a few days and then see." ”

"Thank you, Imperial Physician." Wang Zhong of the Jiangling Dynasty bowed down and bowed, as long as he could alleviate his prince's current drowsiness, let alone let him send medicinal soup to the prince every day, it was okay to let him send water to the prince to drink, but if he really asked him to send water, it is estimated that even if he was given a hundred guts, he would not dare to let An Chengluo drink it.

As soon as Jiang Ling's words fell, he was startled by the sudden sound in the room.

"Let this king in."

Jiang Ling and Wang Zhonglian glanced at each other outside the door, and both of them smiled bitterly.

It's over!

What if you don't wake up the prince? Is it so loud that they speak at the door?

Jiang Ling pushed the door in, and Wang Zhonglian followed closely.

"Lord Wang, are you awake?" Gangneung asked cautiously.

An Chengluo didn't respond, and his eyes fell on Wang Zhonglian behind Jiang Ling with a gloomy expression.

[Sympathy value: 81%]

Compassion points? Does this king need your sympathy?

This old guy didn't stay in the Tai Hospital, why did he come to the palace?

Wang Zhonglian lowered his head, but at this time, he only felt that a cold gaze was staring at him, he hurriedly took half a step forward, and said respectfully: "I have seen the prince in my humble position." ”

"Why is Imperial Doctor Wang here?" An Chengluo asked coldly.

"Humble ...... Humble to ask the prince for a peace pulse. Wang Zhonglian looked quite embarrassed and said: "The prince's body is very strong, and there is no major problem. ”

An Chengluo raised his eyebrows and said, "Are you saying that this king's two crippled legs are very strong?" ”

Wang Zhonglian was shocked by this question, everyone knew that An Chengluo's two crippled legs had almost become a taboo for him!

Whoever mentions it before him will inevitably be a capital offense.

"Lord Wang! Humble office does not mean that. Wang Zhong was so shocked that he threw the medicine box in his hand to the ground, and knelt on the ground with a bang, but he suffered from his old bones, and he was still tossed like this at his age. The chill from the floor made him feel as if his blood had stagnated.

"Oh, that's the king's two legs are still as useless as ever." An Chengluo said coldly.

Wang Zhonglian's heart was bitter, and the sweat oozing from his forehead was even more than when he had just hurried over, and it fell down the cuffs of his robe hanging on the ground along his pale cheeks.

I didn't know how to reply.

How did such a deadly drudgery fall on him?

"Lord Wang, it was his subordinates who made their own decisions and asked Imperial Doctor Wang to come and treat the prince." Jiang Ling bent his legs and knelt beside Wang Zhonglian.

"Why?" An Cheng fell to the road.

"The subordinates saw that the prince's work and rest time in the past two days was not right, and they were very worried about your body, so they had to invite the royal doctor here." Jiang Ling said fearlessly.

Wang Zhonglian secretly threw a grateful look at Jiang Ling, how could he not know that Jiang Ling's actions at this time were all excusing him, even if An Chengluo wanted to surrender his guilt, then as a personal guard, Jiang Ling's punishment would definitely be much lighter than him, after all, Jiang Ling was An Chengluo's henchman, and naturally he was not comparable to such a small imperial doctor.

An Chengluo thought for a moment and muttered: "This king also feels that his spirit has been poor recently, can the imperial doctor see anything?" As he spoke, he looked at Wang Zhonglian again.

Wang Zhonglian quietly looked at An Chengluo's gaze, and said tremblingly: "Humble and courageous, I have already diagnosed the pulse of the prince, and there is no big problem with the prince's body, as for why there is such a drowsiness, I am afraid it is related to the fact that the prince is too tired." ”

"If the prince has anything to worry about recently, it is better to let it go first, and let the Jiang guards accompany you to the street in your spare time, as long as you don't do that energy-consuming thing, plus the humble duty to prescribe a few doses of medicinal soup for the prince to nourish the spirit, you can alleviate the symptoms of the prince's drowsiness."

"But this king usually sleeps and eats, at most he raises flowers and plants in the yard, and there is nothing to do with it." An Chengluo sneered: "Could it be that King Ben can't even do such a thing as raising flowers and plants now?" ”

Wang Zhonglian hesitated: "This ......"

Everyone knows that since An Cheng fell to the leg injury, he no longer pays attention to the affairs of the court, and rarely interacts with others, let alone the ministers and officials, even his own brothers, I am afraid that they will not see each other twice a year.

Except for occasionally entering the palace to greet Concubine Ling, An Chengluo almost never stepped out of King An's mansion.

No!

To be precise, I have almost never stepped out of this middle garden.

In this way, where does he have to work hard?

Wang Zhonglian suddenly felt like he was stuck in his throat by a big duck egg, and he couldn't say anything.