The emotion in Wen Xian's eyes was very light.
In these beautiful narrow eyes, there is no nostalgia for this child, but only love and distress for this woman.
to be honest.
Wen Xian really couldn't say against his will that he didn't want to part with this child.
He is willing, he is very willing!
He wished that this child had never come to this world.
Wen Xian gently held Fu Yue's fingers with his hand, and said, "Haven't you asked for a Ping An pulse today? I just met an imperial doctor from the imperial hospital on the way here, so I asked her to drop by. Outside, let her ask for a peace pulse?"
Fu Yue nodded obediently.
Anyway, it's useless if she refuses, it's better not to be a demon.
After the imperial physician came in.
Fu Yue found out that it was a familiar face, isn't this the girl that night!
After the imperial doctor took the Ping An pulse, her expression suddenly changed, and there was undisguised panic in her eyes, and she knelt down with a plop.
"Your Majesty, this, this—"
Wen Xian raised his heart suddenly, "What's wrong?"
The imperial physician hesitated to say anything, and the cold sweat on his forehead kept breaking out, "Damn me, I misdiagnosed Your Majesty a few days ago."
Fu Yue silently lit a piece of wax for the imperial physician in her heart, but her face remained calm, "What's wrong? Be clear, I forgive you for your innocence."
Physician Bai bowed deeply, and said in fear: "Your Majesty, my humble minister, my humble minister has diagnosed... You have never been happy."
Wen Xian: "???"
Fu Yue who mastered the script: "..."
There was another burst of chaos.
Almost all the people in Tai Hospital were reported to Chaoyang Palace.
It's still the same batch of imperial doctors.
One is changed, but the saying is "Your Majesty, you have never been happy."
Fu Yue didn't say much.
Wen Xian was the first to raise his sleeves, and threw the teacups on the table towards the group of imperial doctors, and his clear voice sounded slowly, "A bunch of trash! I can understand a misdiagnosis, why are all of you misdiagnosed?"
The imperial doctors knelt down one by one.
The older and most experienced imperial doctor in the lead explained: "Reporting to Lord Feng, Your Majesty's pulse condition is very strange. Last time I was diagnosed with a happy pulse, but now I don't know why it is not. I am so terrified because of my lack of knowledge. .”
Fu Yue knew it was time for her to make an appearance.
She stretched out her hand to hold a piece of Wen Xian's sleeve, and said: "Don't blame them, it's probably because of my physical condition, pulse disorder is also a common thing, there's no need to be so angry, isn't it just right that I'm not pregnant? "
Wen Xian looked back at Fu Yue, and then hummed softly.
Well-behaved and what-like.
Fu Yue waved at the group of imperial doctors, signaling them to back down.
After the door closes.
Fu Yue opened her lips and was about to say something, but was taken aback by Wen Xian's next move, and the words stuck in her throat.
Fu Yue was sitting on the couch.
Wen Xian half-knelt down, reached out to hug her, and then laid his head obediently on Fu Yue's lap, his hair was soft and smooth, itching to the touch.
"I am so happy."
Fu Yue: "????"
This is a little different from what she imagined!
Fu Yue asked honestly, "Happy? What are you happy about? Don't you think I'm lying to you?"
Wen Xian laughed.
Those beautiful narrow eyes are like an abyss, and the eyes looking at Fu Yue are full of tenderness, which makes people want to be intoxicated.