Thinking of this, Zi Yanwen Qian lowered his eyes, his eyes were gloomy, it has been three years, his moon has been gone for three years, silently, and he has left like this, it has been three years.

Sighing, Zi Yanwenqian raised his head, his eyes were full of vicissitudes, he couldn't imagine that he would end up lonely and old in a glorious life.

The wife who got the hair was depressed and sick, and the children who loved her were on one side.

The huge prime minister's mansion, except for the servant slaves, is the only one left to stick to it, lonely and miserable, waiting for the children who don't know the return date and don't know where to go.

Lowering his eyes gloomily, this man who had been strong all his life finally showed weakness.

"Xiangye"

When Zi Yanwenqian was sad, a faint call suddenly sounded from behind him, Ziyan Wenqian retracted his thoughts, wiped away the water stains from the corners of his eyes, and his expression regained his majesty again.

After straightening out the slightly messy robe, Zi Yanwenqian turned his head to look at the person who came, "What's the matter?" ”

The butler bowed his waist and said respectfully: "Xiangye, the Holy Tilt King is here"

Zi Yanwenqian's eyebrows tightened, and a touch of anger crossed his slightly cold eyes, "Returning to the Holy Tilt King, the prime minister has been unwell recently, and it is inconvenient to meet guests. Ling, this prime minister is old, and he can no longer share the worries of the dynasty, please ask the holy king to be good again"

When the words fell, Ziyan Wenqian flicked his sleeves and left with a calm face.

The butler sighed lightly, and said no more, but returned to the front hall and conveyed all the words of Ziyan Wenqian to the person in the main seat. Helian Jue was neither surprised nor annoyed when he heard the butler's words, as if he had long been accustomed to such words, so he only turned his head to look at the person beside him, and hooked his lips a little helplessly.

The man sitting next to him, dressed in a purple dress, bright and noble, with a white jade mask covering half of his cheeks, and his lips hooked under the mask with a vague smile.

"Since the prime minister is unwell, he should find a doctor for treatment as soon as possible, it is better to let the prime minister be diagnosed and treated, what does Steward Zhou think?"

Steward Zhou was slightly stunned, looked the man up and down, but couldn't guess the man's identity, and immediately arched his hand and asked cautiously, "I don't know who the son is?" ”

The man raised his lips, opened the folding fan, shook it, and said chicly: "Because I know a little about medical skills, I have a good reputation, and I am known as the 'Divine Doctor'"

Steward Zhou was a little shocked, he had naturally heard of the name of the divine doctor, his identity was unknown, his whereabouts were uncertain, a silver needle could cure all diseases, but he didn't expect such a talented person to be the man in front of him who was so young that he could only be called a teenager.

Facing Steward Zhou's shocked gaze, the divine doctor hooked his lips and looked at Steward Zhou with a smile, and the gloom in his eyes flashed.

Steward Zhou came back to his senses and hurriedly retracted his gaze, "The old slave has lost his temper, the old slave will go to tell the Xiangye, please ask the prince and the Holy Tilt King to wait for a while"

Arching his hand to the two, Steward Zhou left quickly. After a while, Steward Zhou turned back and said respectfully: "Let the son wait for a long time, Xiangye is invited."

The doctor nodded, threw a smug look at the person beside him, elegantly brushed the hem of his clothes, and got up to follow the housekeeper above.

Helian Jue had no choice but to hold his forehead, was Yue laughing at him for being disliked by his father-in-law?

Walking through the winding pavilion, the divine doctor followed Steward Zhou to the Academy, and Steward Zhou took the person to the master bedroom, stretched out his hand and knocked on the door, "Xiangye, the divine doctor has arrived"

"Well, come in," the man in the room replied in a low voice

"Doctor Boy, please come in" Steward Zhou pushed open the door, let the Doctor Son into the house, stretched out his hand to close the door, and respectfully retreated.

The doctor hooked his lips enough, his gaze passed through the master bedroom, and fell on the person who was writing in front of the bookcase, and his eyes overflowed with soft light.