[Quick wear] The male partner always has his own ideas

Luan Jiang still didn't say a word, he stared at Luan Yimu quietly, trying to find the feeling in her eyes just now.

but.

Luan Yimu was very uncomfortable being watched by him, and she unconsciously grabbed the quilt with her hands, her smile was forced no matter how you look at it: "Brother Huang, what...what's wrong? But there's something on my face?"

"It's nothing." Luan Jiang withdrew his scrutinizing gaze, with a bit of concern on his face, "Eleventh, how do you feel?"

Seeing the concerned expression on Luan Jiang's face, Luan Yimu breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and his tone softened a bit: "I'm fine, Brother Huang, don't worry too much."

At this moment, Zhu Liangcai's voice came from inside and outside the room: "Your Highness, Imperial Physician Liang and Imperial Physician Zhang are here."

"Come in."

After Zhu Liang came in with Liang imperial physician Zhang imperial physician, Luan Jiangang walked away from the bed and gave up his seat to the two imperial physicians.

To be honest, Luan Yimu's current appearance does look like a seriously ill person.

Imperial Physician Liang and Imperial Physician Zhang looked at each other, Imperial Physician Zhang immediately took a few steps forward understandingly, and felt Luan Yimu's pulse.

After a while, Imperial Physician Zhang frowned slightly and got up and backed away. He looked at Imperial Physician Liang with a subtle expression.

Seeing this, Imperial Physician Liang stepped forward, and gently placed three fingers on Luan Yimu's wrist. He didn't show any strange expression like Imperial Physician Zhang did, but came to Luan Jiang and bowed respectfully. She lowered her waist, "Your Highness, can we talk outside?"

"En." Luan Jiang responded, he first glanced at Imperial Physician Liang, then at Luan Yimu who was nervous, and then went out.

While walking, Luan Jiang was thinking, Imperial Physician Liang and Imperial Physician Zhang looked so strange, did Luan Yimu really suffer from some incurable disease?

Seeing several court ladies and eunuchs waiting outside, Imperial Physician Liang asked again: "Can Your Highness dismiss the court ladies and eunuchs?"

"You guys go down." After waving the maids and eunuchs away, Luan Jiang looked at Imperial Physician Liang, frowned slightly, as if worried, "Emperor Liang, how is his body on Eleventh?"

Imperial Physician Liang and Imperial Physician Zhang looked at each other again, and then Imperial Physician Liang smiled wryly and helplessly, "Returning to Your Highness, Eleventh Prince's pulse condition is calm and gentle, neither floating nor sinking, and has an even rhythm. This shows that Eleventh Prince The prince is in good health, not a sign of illness."

Hearing this, Luan Jiang seemed extremely unbelievable, even his tone was full of shock: "What?!"

Unlike him, Zhu Liangcai had an expression of "I knew it would be like this". He said, this Eleventh Prince is a man with a wicked heart. Look, the Eleventh Prince actually wants to use the pretext of being sick to get His Highness's favor. Sympathy, pity, really shameless!

After being shocked, Luan Jiang questioned again: "Is there a mistake in judgment?"

Imperial Physician Liang didn't think there was anything wrong, he only thought that the Seventh Prince cared too much about the Eleventh Prince, and said, "Returning to Your Highness, I and Imperial Physician Zhang have never made mistakes in the matter of pulse, otherwise how can we be worthy of His Majesty's trust?"

This is almost saying that Luan Yimu is pretending to be sick.

Luan Jiang still couldn't believe it, and his expression seemed to be in a daze: "But how is it possible...?"

Imperial Physician Liang and Imperial Physician Zhang didn't answer the call. They were imperial physicians, and they were only in charge of taking the pulse, and the rest of the matter had nothing to do with them.

"Your Highness, you don't have to be like this. The Eleventh Prince has indeed deceived you."

Randomly discussing and accusing the prince, Zhu Liangcai's words are a bit outrageous, but he doesn't care so much, who made the eleventh prince do such disgusting things.

"Zhu Liangcai." Luan Jiang's tone was a bit warning, after all, he is now a good brother who "protects" and "cares" about his younger brother.

It's a pleasure to talk for a while, but it turns into a dog to regret it.

Zhu Liangcai hurriedly knelt down and pleaded guilty: "Your servant is guilty."

Luan Jiang looked a little tired, he waved his hand, "I don't mean to blame you, get up."

Doctor Zhang, who saw everything in his eyes, lowered his head slightly.

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Inside the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Hearing this, Emperor Luan stopped writing, raised his head slightly, his slightly cold eyes fell on the kneeling person below, and said in a low voice, "You said, Luan Yimu pretended to be ill and lied to Xiaoqi, which made him hurt. Mind?"

The kneeling person was none other than Imperial Physician Zhang who took Luan Yimu's pulse earlier, he quietly lowered his eyes, and replied very respectfully: "Reporting to Your Majesty, it is indeed so."

"What a Luan Yimu, what a feigning illness." Emperor Luan threw his pen and several memorials off the desk, his complexion became a little darker, and his eyes were as dark as a dark night, "If that's the case, then Let him be well ill for a few days."

"Yes."

"I don't want Xiao Qi to know about his illness."

Physician Zhang kowtowed, and his tone was extremely firm and serious: "The slave will handle it easily, and I will definitely live up to your Majesty's trust."

"Go down."

When Emperor Luan was the only one left in the inner hall, he looked at the three characters "Liang Shuqing" on the rice paper and laughed softly. The tenderness disappeared completely in an instant, completely losing the warmth, "An Yi, you have a good son."

An Yi, who was hiding in the dark, heard what his master said, but he never even frowned.

After all, in his opinion, it was just following the orders of the master, and even if they were related by blood, they were no higher than the orders given by the master.

"It's just his life..." Emperor Luan twirled the emerald wrench on his thumb, with a hint of hostility in his eyes, "I really want to take it away."

An Yi's voice is hoarse and deep, as if it has been ground by that gravel, although it is not harsh, it can make people panic, not to mention the murderous intent in his tone: "Master needs to go to An Yi Do it?"

He just breathed slightly as he spoke.

Probably because he mentioned the child that he put on the top of his heart, Emperor Luan's expression and eyes turned into a soft and tender look, "Keep it. When Xiaoqi doesn't like it anymore, it's not too late to kill him."

"Yes."

In response, An Yi was completely hidden in the shadows, as if he had merged with the air.

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Here, the little eunuch who was serving by Luan Yimu's side received the medicine from Imperial Physician Zhang, decocted it himself, and then carefully carried the medicine to the inner hall of the Siguo Hall.

Those maids and eunuchs didn't take good care of them before, but when they saw the Seventh Prince coming, they kept going to his highness to show their affection. They really are a group of servile people!

Angrily, the little eunuch walked into the inner hall with the medicine in hand, and caught a glimpse of Luan Yimu about to get up and get out of bed.

The little eunuch was so frightened that he quickly put the medicine bowl in his hand on the nearby table, then hurried over to support Luan Yimu, with an anxious expression on his face, "Your Highness, why did you get out of bed? How are you resting?"

Luan Yimu, who was supported by him, looked helpless, she shook the other arm, and said, "Little boy, I'm really fine. But if I lie down again, I'm afraid something will happen."

"How could Your Highness curse himself like this?" Xiaonianzi disapproved of her words all over his face, "Your Highness, you should lie back on the bed, as long as there is nothing wrong, it doesn't matter if you can take care of her for a few more days."

After hearing this, Luan Yimu had no choice but to return to the bed while talking: "Okay, okay."

Only then did Xiaonianzi turn around and bring the medicine over.

Looking at the brown soup with a strong bitter smell, Luan Yimu frowned, "Little boy, can I not drink this medicine?"

For some reason, Luan Yimu always felt that Luan Jiang and the two imperial physicians looked weird before, which made her feel that something was wrong when she looked at this bowl of medicine.

"No." Xiao Nianzi vetoed her words seriously, and explained, "This is a medicine specially prescribed by the imperial physician for His Highness to take care of his body. If His Highness doesn't want to drink medicine, he has to think about his own health."

Luan Yimu frowned even tighter, but she still didn't say anything to refuse. She took the medicine bowl and was hesitating when she caught a glimpse of Xiao Nianzi's serious eyes and suddenly remembered the Beside her, the little assistant who was also so nervous and caring about her, his eyes darkened, and in order to hide his emotions, Luan Yimu had no choice but to drink the medicine in one gulp.

This smell...

The feeling of nausea hit her throat in an instant, Luan Yimu clutched her throat, leaned on the bedside and retched, tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.

The young man at the side was terrified, hastily and carefully patted Luan Yimu's back, "Your Highness, are you alright?"

Luan Yimu failed to reply to his words, all she could think about was nausea and vomiting, but the medicine had already slipped down the esophagus into her stomach, the unpleasant and extremely bitter taste seemed to be It also spread from her mouth all the way to the esophagus.

Another bout of retching.

Just when Xiaonianzi wanted to rush out of the inner palace to find the imperial physician, Luan Yimu finally got better, she sat up slowly, her eyes looked as if she had just cried.

Seeing Luan Yimu like this, he blamed himself so much that he was about to cry. When he spoke, his voice seemed to be shaking: "Your Highness, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have forced you to drink medicine... "

Luan Yimu regained her composure, saw that he was about to cry, and comforted him, "You don't need to blame yourself, young man. I know, you are doing it for my own good."

"Then, how does His Highness feel now?" Xiao Nianzi heaved a sigh of relief, but he was still very worried.

"It's okay, I feel..." It's okay.

While talking, Luan Yimu suddenly stopped, she pressed the center of her eyebrows, rubbed her temples again, her expression was a little ugly.

The young man was extremely nervous, "Your Highness?!"

"Little boy, I suddenly feel a bit of a headache, and I'm still groggy..." Luan Yimu's voice became much lower, and her fingers rubbing her temples became more intense. She was a little puzzled, "Is this just now?" Was it caused by that bowl of medicine?"

"I think so." Xiao Nianzi was also a little puzzled, "The imperial doctor said it was a medicine for calming the nerves and nourishing the mind, maybe the medicine has started to work?"

Although Luan Yimu didn't really believe it, he couldn't find anything wrong: "Probably."