After Zhang Yuanlu went out, the box next to Yan Tinglan's hand jumped up.
Yan Tinglan pressed it down casually and pressed it with a paperweight.
"Dog host, let me out!"
It was a divine creature that could travel through all realms and intimidate all directions, but it had no power to resist its dog host and was easily locked in the box by him, unable to get out.
Spiritual power is completely useless, so frustrating!
Yan Tinglan sneered in his heart, remained unmoved, and continued to review memorials.
"Dog host! Why are you locking me up?"
"Host, host!"
"Hey, there has to be a reason for locking me up, right? How did I make you unhappy?"
The footsteps are approaching.
Hearing the footsteps, the Wanjiezhu trapped in the box stopped hitting the box.
"Your Majesty, the Queen requests an audience." Zhang Yuanlu came in.
Yan Tinglan stood up and said to Zhang Yuanlu, "Bring some snacks and make a pot of flower tea."
"yes."
Yan Tinglan went out and saw Zhu Fuli coming with Sishu and Siqi, and leading her into the imperial study.
Sishu and Siqi stood outside consciously.
"Ali, can you please not go back at noon? Stay here with me and have lunch." Yan Tinglan pulled her over and kissed her forehead.
"Um."
Wanjiezhu, who was locked in the box, heard his gentle tone, which was exactly the same as the one he used to coax the subjects of his mission in the previous world. What else could he not understand?
No wonder he ignored it again, it turned out he found out that it had deceived him!
"Ali is so nice." He kissed her again.
Zhu Fuli couldn't remember how many times she had heard him say this.
"What kind of books do you want to read? You can read whatever is here."
Zhu Fuli walked towards the row of bookshelves in the imperial study, glanced around, and finally saw a book called "Meridian Collection".
She took it down and flipped through it. "There are a lot of medical books here. Do you know how to treat it?"
He nodded, pulled her wrist over, and placed his fingers on her pulse, "Yeah."
"The pulse is strong and floating, and he has caught a cold. Did Ali kick off the quilt this morning?"
Zhu Fuli glanced at him and said, "Yeah."
His body was hot, and when he held her in his arms to sleep in the hot summer, she felt like she was being held in a big furnace.
She kicked the quilt away after he got up this morning, but after falling asleep she was too lazy to move and did not cover the quilt back.
"I'll ask Siqi to make some medicine for you to drink to prevent colds." He held her hand instead, "Do you want to read this book?"
"Um."
He held her in his arms and sat on the big chair in front of the imperial desk. The chair was not crowded for two people. "Ali, sit next to me and watch."
Zhu Fuli nodded.
Yan Tinglan picked up a pen and wrote a prescription.
Zhang Yuanlu brought in snacks and tea and placed them on the table.
"Let Siqi go to the Imperial Hospital to get some medicine." Yan Tinglan handed the written prescription to Zhang Yuanlu.
"Yes." Zhang Yuanlu took the prescription and walked out. At a glance, he found that the handwriting was different from that of the emperor.
When did the emperor ask the imperial physician to prescribe medicine? Which imperial physician's handwriting is so powerful?
"Ali, take whatever you want to eat." Yan Tinglan put the memorials aside, made room for the snacks in front of her, and poured her a cup of scented tea.
"Don't kick the quilt next time. It will be uncomfortable if you catch a cold."
"You're too hot."
Yan Tinglan didn't expect that it was his own problem, so from now on he would just cover her belly after getting up.
In her previous life, she had a weak constitution and rarely felt hot, so she developed a habit that made him subconsciously cover her neck.
After making arrangements for her, Yan Tinglan went to review the memorials.
When Zhu Fuli was flipping through the book, he glanced and saw that the handwriting he used to mark the memorials was different from the handwriting he used to write the prescription just now.
Noticing her gaze, Yan Tinglan took the initiative to explain: "The handwriting of the prescription is my own, and the handwriting of the commentary is Yan Tingyuan's."
"oh."
Yan Tinglan turned his head and kissed her. Even her indifferent expression made his heart beat fast.
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