It's just that someone went to report that His Royal Highness the Empress Dowager had woken up, and it didn't take long for Yingzheng to come over with Xu Yan and Xia Wuhe and others.

"How do you feel?"

As soon as Ying Zheng entered the door, he asked with concern, "Quick, let Xia Wuhe diagnose your pulse." ”

"Father, my sons are much better."

Xu Yan smiled and greeted her father, holding his wide and thick hand, her eyes full of admiration, "I'm just a little hungry, just waiting for food to come." ”

"Didn't they keep it ready for you at all times?"

Ying Zheng glanced at the slaves and maids in her room dissatisfied, "How do you take care of the princess?" ”

"Father, I don't blame them, I want to change my taste, so I asked Taiguan Chu to make a new one."

Xu Yan hurriedly spoke for her own people, "Don't be angry, beware of being angry." ”

"I see."

As soon as Ying Zheng heard his daughter say this, the anger that had just risen instantly disappeared, "What do you want to eat?" Why don't you let the Taiguan Cheng here do more? ”

"Just clear soup noodles."

She sneered and pointed out the door, "Na, it's all delivered." ”

"If the father wants to eat, the son will arrange for someone to do it?"

"That's it."

Seeing this, Ying Zheng shook his head and smiled, "Father is just worried that you won't be happy to eat alone, and wants to accompany you." ”

"Now that it's all done, my father doesn't want to eat again."

"Ninth sister, my father has enough meals tonight."

Yin Yan next to her hurriedly revealed her father's old background, "I heard my father's hiccups before." ”

"Poof."

Xu Yan was amused, and then said angrily, "Father, didn't you say that you should eat less at night?" ”

The words fell and looked at Xia Wuhe: "Imperial Doctor, you quickly get some hawthorn pills for your father, and give your father to eat." ”

"Your Royal Highness, you have already given it to Your Majesty."

Xia Wuhe was also a little helpless, since Her Royal Highness the Empress Dowager researched a variety of new dishes in the palace, His Majesty accidentally ate a lot.

Fortunately, there are hawthorn pills developed by their Taiyi Mansion, which can relieve the bloating discomfort caused by eating too much.

"Father, do you feel unwell now?"

Xu Yan still asked with concern, "You don't usually control your mouth like this, why are you ...... today?"

"Ahem, isn't this the Taiguan Cheng in your palace researching a new dish today, it tastes really delicious."

Ying Zheng is also quite embarrassed, it has been a long time since he has been so overdose as today.

I didn't expect to eat a few more bites today because I didn't pay attention for a while.

Hey, it's not a good thing if the food is too tasty, it's easy to overdo it.

"The minister won't let you eat it."

Seeing the embarrassment on her father's face, she didn't hold on to the matter anymore, and looked at her little sister speechlessly.

This girl, when will she be able to grow snacks?

My father has eaten too much, can he say it in front of so many people?

Fortunately, she is the daughter of her father, and she has been spoiled since she was a child, otherwise she doesn't know what she will be disliked.

A bowl of clear soup noodles under her abdomen, Xu Yan finally felt that the strength in her body had returned.

"Xia Wuhe, you have to work for the lonely diagnosis of the pulse."

After eating, he sat for another half an hour before he stretched out his hand and asked Xia Wuhe to take a look for himself.

"This is the duty of a minister."

Xia Wuhe hurriedly said, "Your Highness, don't be polite to your ministers." ”

As he spoke, he had already taken out a pulse pillow and put it under her hand, so that he could calmly check his pulse.

Ying Zheng watched his movements, expecting the news of the recovery of the nine daughters.

Over the years, I have been accustomed to the days when I was accompanied by nine daughters, and it is really unpleasant to suddenly lose the time she has been with.

About a quarter of an hour passed, and Xia Wuhe finally finished the diagnosis process.

Facing His Majesty's burning gaze, he clasped his fists and saluted with a little weakness: "Your Majesty......" (end of this chapter)