Liang Han turned over, feeling that what she said was reasonable, but remembering the scene where the sisters beat each other, he glared at her dissatisfiedly:

"If you want to let them fight each other, you can do it in the court, why do you have to let them get hurt?"

Lu Ye smiled:

"How many people are opponents at first, and then they become confidants and friends when they fight. Let them suffer some skin injuries first, increase emotional exchanges, and then see who Mo'er and An'er can knock down in the court. ”

There was something about the show in her tone.

It seems that I can't wait.

Liang Han snorted coldly, covered the quilt and ignored her.

Everything wakes up, the warbler flies and the grass grows, and the imperial city in mid-March is full of people.

In a quaint annex.

Mo Xingchu's fingertips rested on Lu Jinghua's wrist through the handkerchief, and after a while, he withdrew his hand and wrote down a prescription.

"It's time to change the previous recipe, it's new, and it's still going to be fried three times a day."

He put down the brush, and someone next to him took the prescription.

"Ahem......"

Lu Jinghua coughed weakly a few times, and his face was as pale as a piece of paper:

"I'm causing trouble to Dr. Mo, but finally the weather is warm, and my illness has worsened."

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

"It's just that Dr. Mo hasn't told me why I'm sick?"

She looked like a patient who simply wanted to know her condition, her eyelids drooped weakly, and she looked harmless.

Mo Xingchu knew that this was testing him, and he was afraid that he would find out the deepest hidden poison in her body.

"The eldest princess's illness is congenitally insufficient, and she is carried in the womb of the mother, and the lung qi is damaged, which will aggravate the condition."

He took out the set of rhetoric that the imperial doctor of the Tai Hospital often said, and his face was always plain, and he couldn't tell that he was lying.

The suspicions in Lu Jinghua's heart gradually disappeared, and they all touted Dr. Mo's medical skills to a very high level, which turned out to be nothing more than that.

It seems that what the master said is right, the things she took can't be seen by the imperial doctor in the palace.

Otherwise, he would not have risked pretending to be seriously ill in order to get her out of the palace.

A waiter lowered his head and held a fruit bowl, put it in front of Mo Xingchu, and when he stepped back, he gave Lu Jinghua a look.

"This is fresh citrus, which was only delivered this morning, and Dr. Mo will try it." She feebly raised her hand and pointed to the yellow, fruity oranges in the fruit bowl.

Because Cui He and the two families spoke for her, she, the eldest princess, was finally no longer ignored.

The palace also began to send things here from time to time.

Whether it is for face engineering or not, but after all, she is not short of food and clothing.

"I don't like sour food."

Mo Xingchu got up to leave as he spoke:

"Today's pulse diagnosis is complete, so I'll go first."

"Doctor Mo, slow down." Lu Jinghua stood up tremblingly, and asked with caution in his eyes:

"Now that the candidates in Chunwei are taking the exam, and the list will be released in the future, can I have the honor to invite you to watch the champion Lang fight on the street together?"

The tone is cautious, for fear of rejection.

There is also a clear expectation that others can see at a glance.

It's like an ignorant woman who wants to invite her sweetheart.

If she hadn't known that she was acting, Mo Xingchu might have really thought that she really had her mind about him.

Looking at the fake smile on the corner of her mouth, she suddenly got a little tired.

"The eldest princess should find someone else."

"I don't like to go out, so I don't accompany me."

After he finished speaking coldly, he walked away without stopping.