"Why do you feel sick in your stomach? When I'm not watching, do you not eat on time?" Feng Mohan's face remained heavy.
There are traces of his words. The emperor loves to serve herbs and indulge in refining. Once she gets busy, she often sleeps and forgets to eat. She is the princess. Where can the servants dare to speak more
"I'm really fine." Liu Yusheng stood up, suddenly dizzy in front of his eyes, and almost fell over with a staggering pace.
"Auntie Huang!" Feng Mohan hurriedly held the person up, seeing her like this, gritted his teeth, picked up the person and walked into the small hall, "Auntie Huang, I will call the royal doctor to see! If you feel unwell, just Close your eyes and rest!"
Chenxiang and Perilla's legs and feet slowed down a bit. When they ran over, they saw the emperor holding the princess and rushing to the small hall, his complexion changed slightly, and he hurried to follow.
"Xiao Feng'er, don't shake, let me down," Liu Yusheng frowned as he patted Feng Mohan's arm, and his stomach acid began to surge again, "Sway again... I'm going to throw up!"
"Throw up if you want to, it's okay." Entering the small hall, put the woman on the soft couch in the hall, Feng Mohan's face looked two whiter than the woman, "Auntie, wait, wait, doctor Coming soon! I will order someone to investigate. If anyone dares to harm you, I will punish him!"
Seeing the boy speaking incoherently and sweating his forehead with anxiety, Liu Yusheng couldn't laugh or cry, waved his hand to say something, his eyes suddenly went dark, and he lost consciousness.
In a daze, it seemed to sink into a dream.
In her dream, she was very familiar with the scene.
Her space.
The fragrance of the medicine is tangy, and the spring water is clear.
The most strange thing is that there are two light spots floating above the Lingquan Pond.
The size of rice grains, and their bodies are wrapped in fluorescent light, rotating, seeming to chase and play with each other.
There was a condensed mist in the Lingquan, which rose up one by one, slowly surrounding the light spot.
The entire Lingquan Pond slowly, the radiance flourished.
In the medicinal field next to it, the medicinal plants grew one by one, with dense leaves.
Liu Yusheng was a little silly for a while and stood blankly.
I don't understand why suddenly, her space will give birth to such a vision.
Looking back again, the light spot moved in front of her, bouncing up and down, touching her cheeks.
Brings a little bit of refreshing coolness, calms her chest, and relaxes her whole body.
"What are you two? Are you a space elf?" Liu Yusheng smiled, reaching out his fingertips and tapping two small light spots.
Not only was the little light spot not surprised, but rushed to stop at her fingertips, like a little doll eager to fight for favor, making people laugh.
Liu Yusheng, who was amused with Xiaoguangdian in the space, didn't know it at all. When she was asleep, Feng Mohan almost turned the palace into a quarrel.
"Presenting my will and closing the gate of Nanling Prince's Mansion. Anyone who dares to go out during this period will be killed!"
"Keep all the people in the kitchen! Give me a trial! Who is bold enough to murder Princess Nanling, find the culprit, and carry out the punishment!"
"Tell the old people in the hospital, come to the palace in a moment, be a step late, stick a hundred!"
The people of Nanling Prince's Mansion were kneeling everywhere, and all the doctors who came here desperately were too frightened to come out.
Princess Nanling suddenly fell into a coma, and the emperor Longyan was furious, which was enough for them to complain.
The most troublesome thing for them was the identity of Princess Nanling, who was on the cusp of King Nanling's heart. If the princess should make any mistakes, and the prince will come back someday, Nanling Chaotang will be upended!
The doctors tremblingly diagnosed the pulse of the sleeping woman. Feng Mohan stood next to the soft couch and condensed the woman, motionless, his hands under his wide sleeves trembling constantly.
If something happens to her, he will ask everyone to bury her with her!
"The emperor! Return to the emperor—"
"How!" Feng Mohan grabbed the coat of the imperial doctor, and his strength hung him up.
"Go back, go back to the emperor!" The old imperial doctor dangled his feet in the air, daring not to struggle, and hurriedly replied, "The minister found out that the princess is the image of the slippery pulse. The princess is happy or happy!"
Feng Mohan was startled, "What did you say, say it again?"
"The emperor, the ministers have confirmed repeatedly that the princess is indeed a happy vein, and is already pregnant, just over one month!"
Nearby, other imperial doctors also said, "Return to the emperor, the princess is indeed a happy pulse!"
"The emperor, the ministers also diagnosed the heart pulse! The reason why the princess felt unwell and even fell asleep is probably because of her pregnancy. Let her rest for a while, and then people will wake up."
Putting down the old doctor, Feng Mohan took a few steps back, sat down slowly on the chair, and turned to look at the unconscious woman.
When everyone didn't understand the emperor's thoughts, and they were frightened, they saw the young man slowly laughing, and the hostility in his eyes faded.
"Ximai, I'm pregnant, okay, okay! Hahaha! This time, all the royal doctors will go to visit, and I will be rewarded again when I look back!"
"Thank you, the emperor!" The doctors sighed secretly.
As long as you don't hit their boards and don't want their heads, it's already a big reward.
The emperor is smiling now, and he can't change the fact that he was violent before.
The sentence is still in my ears.
If it wasn't for their medical skills that were still useful to Princess Nanling, the emperor might not have been talking about a hundred sticks.
Chenxiang and Zisu were forgiven, and they had gotten up from their knees. At this time, they also glanced at each other secretly, with lingering fears in their hearts.
The princess was in a coma just now, and the emperor's appearance of frequent loss is still permeating even after thinking about it.
The one who always greeted people with a smile in front of the princes and concubines, like a young man who had just grown up, had such a side.
All over his body, his eyes were fierce and scarlet.
Perilla glanced at the boy without a trace. The emperor's nervousness towards the princess was extraordinary.
Princess, do you know
"Come here, prepare a carriage!" The two maidservants were still terrified, and the young man suddenly ordered again.
Later, I saw that the young man picked up the sleeping princess and walked out.
"The emperor!" Perilla chased after two steps, boldly, "I don't know where the emperor will take the princess? The princess is unwell, and is now asleep. The servants think it is not suitable to move, and the emperor shouldn't wait for the princess to wake up..."
"The princess is happy. As the emperor nephew, I have the responsibility to take care of it before the Nanling King returns to the dynasty." Feng Mohan kept walking. "You two are the princess's personal servants. Clean up and merge into the palace!"
"The emperor, this, this can't..." Zisu said anxiously.
The boy looked back, his eyes cold.
Let her suffocate her throat and dare not say anything further.
The carriage drove along, but the driver did not dare to drive the carriage too fast, lest it bump the woman in the carriage and provoke the emperor's anger.
Perilla and Aloes are also in the carriage, both of them dared not raise their heads with their eyebrows down.
The woman was placed on the long and spacious seat in the innermost compartment, still in a coma, ignorant of external affairs.
Feng Mohan was by her side, holding his hands sideways on the periphery of the long seat, and he didn't think he was sore after holding his arms for a long time.