Fuquan led her back again, and when she entered another door, the room was a little dim, and there were no candles. Shu Yao's gaze adjusted for a while, only to find that Emperor Zhao was sitting in front of her, looking at her fiercely.

She was startled, and hurriedly knelt down to salute, but heard his Lang Lang laugh, and said, "Mr. Mo Li doesn't need to be polite!" ”

Fu Quan hurriedly stepped forward to support her, and her salute couldn't go on.

In the dim light, Shu Yao looked at Emperor Zhao, he was really thin and unpresentable, if it weren't for a pair of eyes with starry light in the dark, he would have doubted whether it was a person or a ghost sitting in front of him. People have become like this, and how many illnesses and tortures they have experienced, Shu Yao can imagine it.

She looked at Emperor Zhao and said:

"Does the official family have an old illness?"

Emperor Zhao raised her eyebrows, she didn't know this? Did Shen Junzhuo not tell her, or did he ask this question on purpose? In any case, he was still kind and pleasant, and said:

"I had an arrow wound in my early years." After a pause, he asked:

"Isn't it okay now?"

Shu Yao nodded and said:

"That's when the lesions were left. The official family has not slept well, night sweats, and dull daylight? ”

That's right, she did have two hits, and the discomfort he tried to hide was undoubtedly revealed to her. Emperor Zhao was a little sneering, noncommittal, and only looked at Fuquan who was standing behind Shu Yao:

"Miss Li's holy hand is benevolent, deserve a reward! I went outside and got my picture of eight birds and gave it to Miss Li. ”

Fu Quan responded, busy going out to get things. There are only Shu Yao and Emperor Zhao left, and Emperor Zhao said politely:

"Mr. Moli, please take a seat."

Shu Yao smiled, found a place to sit down, and said:

"Officials don't have to be so polite, it's right for courtiers to do this."

Should it? Would she think that this was what she deserved, and not in exchange for something? Emperor Zhao looked at her meaningfully, and saw her pair of autumn eyes in the dim light, revealing sincerity and calmness.

His heart suddenly moved, and he didn't dare to look at her eyes anymore, so he avoided her eyes in a panic, and just when Fuquan came in, he ordered a palm lamp.

Fu Quan gestured outward, and a palace maid came in and lit the lamp trees in the room.

Fuquan handed the painting in his hand to Shu Jiao, who was about to kneel down and thank him, when Emperor Zhao waved his hand and said:

"Don't be grateful, think of it as a little affection between ordinary friends."

Shu Yao was stunned for a moment, and Fu Quan, who was standing opposite, had already smiled and stuffed the scroll into her hand. Shu Yao hesitated for a moment, that's it, it was Emperor Zhao's intentions, too much prevarication was a small family, and he lost his honesty, so Shu Yao accepted it generously.

The next thing is to diagnose the pulse, Shu Yao carefully diagnosed, adjusted the previous prescription slightly, handed it to Fuquan, and explained how he decocted the medicine and what to avoid, and it took a while to finish.

Without anything else to say, Shu Yao said goodbye to Emperor Zhao. Emperor Zhao nodded with a smile and watched her exit the hall.

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Shen Minghe didn't expect that he and Shen Junzhuo would meet like this one day. He came back from drinking outside, pushed open the door with a wine burp, and suddenly saw a person sitting in the room, his eyes were flowering, and he felt that it was the grandfather of the old country, and he woke up half of the wine under a spirit.

After a closer look, I saw clearly that it was Shen Junzhuo sitting there.

He exhaled, put the small wine jar in his hand on the table beside Shen Junzhuo, and said:

"Why is Brother here? When did it come? ”

A brother instantly reminded Shen Junzhuo of a lot. When he was a child, he went out with his brother, at that time he was short, and he had to be hugged by people when he got on and off the carriage, and other people's families were all people who carried such a small master, and only he was always hugged by his brother himself.

He runs fast, many times he doesn't look at his feet, and when he falls, his brother helps him up and softly persuades, sentence by sentence, don't cry, brother buys you sugar gourds to eat......

He also climbed on his shoulder, sat on his shoulder to watch the sunrise and sunset with him, and listened to him talk about Pangu, Nuwa, and Houyi......

What a gentle and generous man his brother was, and he made up for the lack of kindness from his father.

(End of chapter)