Perhaps because he felt guilty, he stared at the area around her lower eyelid without blinking. The color was indeed much darker than the rest of her eyelid!
His tone...wasn't that cold anymore. "In that case, quickly go and make the medicine. If Ying'er can wake up before tomorrow, I won't hold you accountable for your lack of talent and knowledge!"
Xiao, Zhang, Miao, "..."
If you want to cure the disease, just cure it. Can you not be sarcastic and say things that hurt people?
Originally, the three of them, under tremendous pressure, finally convinced Prince Yan that Miss Jiang was fine and that they just needed to inform the people behind them and ask them to follow their instructions. However, after walking out of the yard, the three of them looked at each other and shook their heads.
"I can't say it, this kind of precious experience must be experienced together so that we can empathize with each other."
When the other imperial doctors saw the three of them, they came forward to inquire about the situation.
Doctor Miao stepped forward, his face filled with mystery. "No comment, no comment. You'll find out when you get there."
So, when Jiang Ying cleared his mind and his soul had recuperated enough in the space, he opened his eyes in a daze and saw a dozen imperial doctors standing in the corridor, each holding a bowl of hot, black medicine that was still smoking.
Jiang Ying: "...The palace is overflowing with medicinal herbs. Are we using them for a medicine-making competition?"
"Puchi" was the sound of the emperor who couldn't help laughing.
At this moment, he had already taken the time to check on the imperial concubine and the fetus. As Jiang Ying said, the treatment was very successful. In the past, when he put his palm on the imperial concubine's belly, he would feel that one side of the belly was big and the other side was small. The key point was that one side moved violently while the other side had no reaction at all. He just tried it, and the two children were as quiet as babies.
This shows that they have achieved a delicate balance in the womb.
In this way, the child will not bother the imperial concubine, and her spirit will be restored, which is also good for the child.
Now that his major concern had been resolved, the emperor was in a good mood to watch the fun again.
He drank his tea slowly and said jokingly, "What kind of medicine-making competition is this, Jiang? This is all your fault. You fainted and frightened our Prince Yan. So, he hurriedly summoned more than a dozen imperial physicians to the palace to see you. It would be fine if he had mobilized so many people, but he actually thought that these people's words were exactly the same. Could it be that they studied from the same medical book?
"Or was it a pre-planned trick to fool him?
"So, I had each imperial physician prepare a brew of medicine, prepare it, and let it cool down before testing it in bowls. I wanted to see if they were truly from the same lineage or if they were just making up lies to deceive him!"
After listening to every word, Jiang Ying subconsciously slipped out of Yan Zhuo's arms.
She opened her eyes wide, looking at him half in disbelief, half in amusement, "Your Highness, I never realized you are such a highness."
This method of bullying is more than just tricky.
When Yan Zhuo saw her wake up, he felt relieved. Even though he was being teased, he enjoyed it.
He pulled her hand in a strange manner and said, "What do you think of me? They keep talking as if they are reciting a book. I will test them to see if they have recited the recipe correctly. Is there anything wrong? Otherwise, what if I really give it to you to drink and something happens to you? Ying'er, I am doing this for you, and you are still teasing me."
In full view of everyone, the Dog Prince spoke sweet words to her with affection, and Jiang Ying was very disgusted.
Especially the imperial doctors standing in rows, their eyes were filled with resentment, and they almost wanted to curse her.
Jiang Ying felt a chill on his neck and stopped talking about it. He pointed at Yan Zhuo's half-bent knee and asked, "Your Highness, is your leg...injured?"
Hearing this, Yan Zhuo wanted to curse the little heartless person.
But his eyes rolled, a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he suddenly lost his composure and threw himself into Jiang Ying's arms, "Yingying, my legs are numb, please...help me up!"
Calculating, he maintained that difficult posture for several hours in order not to move her.
Is it possible to not have stiff bones?
However, Jiang Ying had only just recovered, especially since Yan Zhuo was so large, he pounced on her like a giant golden hair...
Okay, let’s all fall into the mud together.
Just when Jiang Ying thought she was going to be unlucky and serve as a meat cushion for Yan Zhuo, the man actually still had the energy to switch their positions, so after a while, it was she who was pressing on Yan Zhuo, instead of Yan Zhuo pressing on him.
In the distance, a row of imperial physicians holding bowls and the emperor holding cups all widened their eyes.
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