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Yan Ruyu pursed her lips and tossed for a long time, the prescription didn't change at all, what kind of stuff is this?

Do you have to pretend to do everything in the palace like this?

Is it that the longer the discussion goes, the more they can show that they are concerned about the emperor's illness?

She guessed right, the doctors really thought so.

The medicine people in the medicine hall gradually improved, pondering that their "rigor" level was almost the same, and these people poured the medicinal juice that was "carefully concocted" for the emperor and went through multiple poison testing procedures into a delicate small porcelain bowl and offered to the palace people.

Yan Ruyu looked at all kinds of eyes leisurely, and silently complained in her heart: It's all the same medicine, the emperor's has to change to a delicate white jade bowl, can this be so special that it is not hot or bitter?

Does the emperor have to change it for gold, can it not stink when pulled in?

No matter how whimsical and empty her heart is, her face is still serious.

Bored sitting and drinking tea in the Tai Hospital, Yan Ruyu heard someone whispering.

"Why isn't she nervous at all?"

Hairy and nervous? There is nothing wrong with the medicine, wait for the news!

With the support of strong self-confidence and excellent psychological quality, everyone else was sweating nervously, Yan Ruyu also made tea leisurely and steadily, opened the tea jar and saw that there were a few chrysanthemums in it, so he decisively pushed it to the white-bearded doctor next to him.

This one was a little flattered.

Yan Ruyu glanced at his wrinkled face lightly: "This one is more suitable for you." ”

The old guy told someone yesterday that she couldn't get married, right?

Drink your chrysanthemum tea!

The little eunuch's message finally came from outside the door: "Your Majesty has rested after drinking the medicine, you have worked hard for many days, and you should slow down!" ”

In other words, His Majesty didn't vomit after drinking the medicine this time, and finally fell asleep with peace of mind?

"Great! Since the last time I woke up in a coma, His Majesty has not slept well for several days! ”

"Yes, yes! Great, great! ”

The imperial doctors were overjoyed, but Yan Ruyu looked at them with mentally retarded eyes.

Can't you sleep with some soothing medicine?

If there are no sleeping pills, won't you get a little bit of ancient drugs?

What a big deal!

He Guifei tentatively sent a secret guard to look at it a few times, and found that Yan Ruyu really had no intention of trying to get close to His Majesty, and Rao Shi couldn't help but marvel at how stupid this woman was.

The dark guard deliberately appeared in front of her and asked her how long His Majesty would recover.

Yan Ruyu touched her chin and thought for a moment, and said, "Change the decoction again, about three months." ”

She stretched and said, "In three months, I'll be free!" ”

Listening to the secret guard's relay, He Guifei sneered and put down her hand to trace her eyebrows.

"She really thinks that if she heals His Majesty, she will be able to turn over the salted fish?"

After three months, His Majesty's illness will be completely cured, and the use value of Yu Zhaozhao will be gone.

A cold light flashed in He Guifei's eyes.

The secret guard pondered and added: "She also said, let Niangniang remember to say a few kind words in front of His Majesty, she doesn't want to go back to the cold palace, it's best, Niangniang turns a blind eye and lets her leave the palace." ”

Leave?

Jokes, she will be willing to give up?

The women in this palace have seen the imperial power and wealth, which one will be willing to leave?

Who do you want to deceive with this kind of nonsense?

He Guifei leaned on the couch gracefully and waved her hand: "Keep staring, if she doesn't make any other small moves, if she tries to plan to move towards His Majesty......"

There was a cold light in her eyes, and she made a gesture of obliteration.