The palace maid's words were moving, and Linghu Lan glanced at the mortal world out of the corner of her eye.
Hongchen's face remained expressionless, but his eyes shone with extraordinary brilliance.
Clearly, they were not indifferent.
The palace maid added, "The Regent has been in a coma for seven days. His Majesty is currently holding court and will come to see the Regent after court."
As they were speaking, someone brought over the medicine.
Linghu Lan picked up the glass and drank it down without even frowning.
Then……
He spat it out.
wipe!
This "medicine" is even more bitter than Coptis chinensis; it's so bitter it should definitely apply for a Guinness World Record.
"Good medicine tastes bitter. Regent, please take your medicine on time. Seven days later, I will come again to treat you. I will take my leave now."
He maintained proper decorum and self-restraint in the world, exuding a sense of detachment.
Linghu Lan raised her eyes. "Wait a minute, are you unmoved by me?"
Linghu Lan was puzzled. She had strong feelings for Hongchen, but Hongchen looked at her with no affection and even a hint of rejection.
They had practiced dual cultivation techniques together, so there was no reason why they could recognize each other at a glance in other planes, but were so unfamiliar in this one. Could she have mistaken her for someone else?
This is not scientific!
His gaze lowered slightly.
"A doctor's heart is like a parent's. The Regent is so seriously injured that this humble monk cannot remain indifferent. I only wish that the Regent will recover soon and assist His Majesty in upholding the nation."
Linghu Lan smiled slightly.
"Would you be willing to take charge of the Imperial Medical Academy?"
The warm light in Hongchen's eyes seemed to have gone out.
"I am but a humble monk, lacking virtue and ability, and dare not take charge of the Imperial Medical Academy. I only wish to cultivate myself in Baoguang Temple and pray for His Majesty and the Regent."
Linghu Lan stared at him intently; Hongchen was telling the truth.
He truly has no feelings for the world, and his decision to come down the mountain to treat patients this time was probably out of necessity.
"Since that's the case, I won't force you. I will respectfully welcome you to the palace in seven days."
Hongchen breathed a sigh of relief.
He bowed respectfully and slowly retreated.
"Wait a minute!"
The mortal world has come to a standstill, and his eyes are filled with unfamiliarity.
Linghu Lan looked at him and said, word by word, "From now on, you have the right to be exempt from formalities in this palace. You don't need to bow to anyone, including His Majesty and me!"
Hongchen was very puzzled and couldn't understand why the Regent treated him this way.
"This humble monk dares not!"
"You dare to defy me!" Linghu Lan laughed and said to the palace maid, "Pass down the order!"
Although the palace maid was puzzled, she figured that the regent had taken a liking to Master Hongchen's beauty. It must be said that after so many years of cultivation at Baoguang Temple, Master Hongchen had developed a unique charm that set him apart from ordinary flowers and plants, which was very captivating.
Such beauty could only be appreciated by the Regent.
The palace maid smiled and went to relay the order.
He felt no joy in the mortal world, and calmly said, "Thank you, Regent. This humble monk takes his leave!"
"goodbye!"
This time.
Linghu Lan did not say anything more.
Hongchen exited smoothly, walked down the steps, and headed towards the palace gate.
After walking a few dozen steps, he turned back and glanced at the Regent's Palace.
But the regent stood at the door, watching him leave.
At that moment, a strange emotion flashed through Hongchen's heart.
This regent was not the same as the Jiang Yun he remembered; he had a rather strange demeanor.
He performed a Buddhist salute and saw the Regent wave to him, as if bidding farewell to an old friend.
Hongchen dared not think any further, turned around, and walked out of the palace gate without looking back.
...
Linghu Lan sighed silently, "Lovers meet but do not recognize each other, yet I still remember the days when we knew each other."
The sigh in my heart had not yet subsided.
Then a palace maid reported: "Your Majesty, His Majesty is holding court, and the ministers are arguing incessantly. His Majesty is finding it difficult to handle the situation. We implore Your Majesty to come to His Majesty's rescue!"
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