Chinese As soon as these words came out, everyone knew that his mind had been decided, and there was probably no room for retraction.

However, they didn't know at this time that even though Feng Qi was a temper in the past, it didn't mean that he would still be able to say one thing in the future.

Zhan Xiaoyao and Yunfei planned to follow Fengqi and Linyue back to the imperial capital first, and then make plans.

Lin Yue picked his eyes and looked at Xuantian, who was standing on the side, looking like a fairy wind and bones, and couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth, "Chu Feimo, when did your master become an immortal, remember to send a letter to inform me, let me and Feng Qi witness another trace." ”

One thing is one thing.

Feng Qi and Lin Yue each got into a carriage, and Gong Lan waited with the car, escorted by a group of confidants and important ministers, and hurried to the imperial capital.

The carriage did not have royal signs, and the group was each wearing ordinary robes, and they were not deliberately publicized, so until they arrived at the imperial capital, they did not attract too many people's attention.

Feng Qi and Lin Yue stayed in this palace, and the only people who came with them on this trip were the left and right prime ministers, Mu Xi, Chuan Ying, as well as Zhan Xiaoyao and Yunfei.

"Yes."

Although they only stayed in Phoenix Mountain for one day, they were delayed for several days on the way back and forth, and the palace must have suppressed a lot of political affairs, so even though they wanted to catch up with Fengqi more and had a lot to say, they couldn't stay here longer.

Feng Qi hadn't been to this palace for a long time, and Lin Yue had never been here, but Chuan Ying was obviously familiar with this place, and quickly arranged for someone to clean up the dormitory of the main courtyard, as well as the courtyard where Zhan Xiaoyao and Yunfei temporarily lived.

"Is the Lord unwell?" Kawakage frowned subconsciously.

"Not me." Feng Qi shook his head, but his expression seemed a little annoyed.

In fact, on the day he returned to Phoenix Mountain, he should have asked the doctor of Lingxiao Pavilion to check Linyue's pulse to make sure that his body was fine.

Thinking of this, he couldn't care about being annoyed, and turned his head to look at Lin Yue, who was talking to Yunfei, "Yue'er." ”

"Yunfei, you and Xiaoyao are tired from traveling, let's go rest first." Feng Qi said, "Let people send dinner to their own yards, and I'll talk about it tomorrow." ”

They had been on the road for a few days, and they were indeed a little tired, and they should have had a good rest on the first night they had just arrived in the imperial capital.

Lin Yue was just about to reach out to take it, but Feng Qi crossed over with a hand and intercepted the cup of tea.

"Pour her a glass of warm water." Feng Qi said, taking a sip of his tea.

Warm?

Lin Yue held the warm water, didn't speak, quietly and slowly drank a glass of water to the bottom, Gong Lan took the empty teacup, "Do you still want it?" ”

Gong Lan nodded, put the teacup aside on the table, and there was a sound of footsteps from far and near outside the door.

"Lord, here comes the doctor."

"Sir, don't be polite." Feng Qi's tone was gentle, "Please come over to check the pulse of Neiko." ”

The old gentleman raised his head and glanced at Lin Yue, who was sitting in the chair, and Gong Lan, who was standing on the side, and he didn't need to ask much, he knew who his "inner son" meant.

Where is the discomfort?

She turned her eyes to look at the old gentleman, and stretched out her wrist before she could speak, "The gentleman will know when he is diagnosed." ”

Will you know after diagnosis?

How can you go to a doctor and not talk about physical symptoms?

The old doctor didn't speak, opened the medicine box, took out a folded white handkerchief from it, turned around and covered Lin Yue's wrist, and then put his finger on the wrist pulse and silently checked the pulse.

Moreover, he obviously knew in his heart that putting a handkerchief on a woman's wrist was a method used by many wealthy ladies when diagnosing their pulses.

Lin Yue nodded, "How is the fetus doing?" ”

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