It was late at night, and Lu Zhan took the old white-bearded man and flew around the Fourth Prince's mansion, and finally landed firmly in the Fourth Prince's house.

Song Jin and Wan Xi had been waiting with their necks stretched out.

The person finally came. Song Jin was about to come forward to meet him, and the old man with white beard strode towards Song Jin.

Without saying a word, he grabbed Song Jin's arm.

Song Jin...

"Uncle, you are..."

As soon as Song Jin opened his mouth, he scared the old white-bearded man, his eyelids trembled, and he looked at Song Jin.

"What did you call me?"

Song Jin...

She shouldn't have spoken.

He bit his lip and looked at Lu Zhan.

The old man with white beard looked at the fourth prince's virtue and raised his hand to slap his head, "What do you look like? Still biting your mouth?"

Song Jin immediately turned his head and snatched it.

Wanxi rushed to the old man with one step.

Wanxi had no chance of having an attack, Lu Zhan immediately said: "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, misunderstanding, just make it clear."

After saying that, Lu Zhan pulled the white-bearded old man to one side, "This one is not your highness."

The white-bearded old man looked at Chen Yue in front of him, and then listened to Lu Zhan's words, thinking, "You made human skin masks? It's very realistic!"

As he said that, he was about to pull Song Jin's face.

Song Jin...

Lu Zhan grabbed the white-bearded old man again.

"It's not a human skin mask, why do you tell you? This body is indeed the body of the Fourth Prince, but the soul in this body is not the Fourth Prince."

The white-bearded old man...

He looked at Lu Zhan with a look of a psychopath.

Lu Zhan stared at him and said that his highness and Song Jin exchanged souls with a thunder.

The white-bearded old man...

After hearing Lu Zhan's words, he raised his hand and grabbed his beard.

Pull one off.

Song Jin...

I couldn't help but shout: It hurts so much!

The old white-bearded grinned in pain and said, "I thought I was dreaming."

Lu Zhan smiled bitterly, "We hope that it is dreaming, but it is true."

"Where is Your Highness?"

The old man with white beard carefully put his beard in a sachet he carried with him.

Wanxi was stunned.

Could it be that the old man plans to press his beard back after going home?

Otherwise, why should I put it away?

Wanxi thought to herself and followed her master to Chen Yue's house.

Lu Zhan pointed to the person who was lying with his eyes closed on the bed, "This is the body of Miss Song, but now it has been occupied by my highness."

The white-bearded old man...

It was so terrifying in the middle of the night!

It's more terrifying than digging graves in the cemetery!

It's really... I'll see you for a long time!

"Why don't you let me do it? Are you planning to let me change their bodies back?"

Lu Zhan immediately smiled, "Stop kidding, you are a doctor and not a Taoist priest, so how can you have that ability?"

The white-bearded old man...

Lu Zhan immediately smiled, "Today, Miss Song's body is having a menstrual cycle. My Highness is still doing well in the evening, but after less than a quarter of an hour of menstruation, he will not wake up, have no fever or speak nonsense, and just fall asleep like this."

The old man with white beard stepped forward, grabbed Chen Yue's wrist, and took a vein.

Song Jin looked nervously.

That's her body!

The Buddha, the Buddha, the God of Wealth, and the God of Wealth, are blessed by all kinds of gods. She must not be sick in this body!

After seeing the pulse of the left and right wrists, the old man turned up Shen Yue's eyelids and opened his mouth to take a look.

After a moment of silence, the old man said, "Not sick."

"Then why don't you wake up?"

Lu Zhan and Song Jin said in unison.

The old man turned his head and looked at the Shen Yue's face, and he felt like he was a ghost.

I wrinkled my eyes and turned my head and didn't look.

Too annoying.

"I can't say why I didn't wake up for a while, but from the pulse, his symptoms are simply sleeping. As for when to wake up, it's hard to say. It may be related to the menstrual period, or it may be that it is interchanging physical discomfort."

After saying that, the old white-bearded man stood up and walked out.

"I'll go back and study it again. Tomorrow afternoon, you will take that person away."

Lu Zhan wanted to ask again, but was blocked by the white-bearded old man, "Now, everything I say is useless. All I can see is this."

After saying that, the old man turned to see Chen Yue's body occupied by Song Jin.

"They exchanged. How do we do our business? What did Song Dingzhong say?"

Song Jin looked at the old man in surprise.

This old man actually knows her father?

Lu Zhan said: "At present, I can only let Miss Song replace His Highness. Song Dingzhong came to Kyoto soon. Later, His Highness married in as the daughter of the Song family, followed Miss Song and gave me some advice at all times."

"That's the official concubine! Is it easy for Song Dingzhong's daughter to be Chen Yue's official concubine?"

Song Jin shook his head subconsciously.

How easy it is!

It's harder than climbing to the sky!

Lu Zhan said, "There is no better way, Your Highness and Mr. Song are planning."

pity……

His Highness is now sleeping, so Mr. Song can only plan it himself.

The old man looked at Song Jin deeply, stared at a face that had eaten a fly, and turned around and left.

What a hell, hell!

Lu Zhan sent the old man back and waited for him to return. Song Jin was giving her a loose body.

He took off his outer robe and only wore the clothes inside.

Chen Yue didn't know how long he would sleep.

Take off your robe and sleep more comfortably.

Take care of your own body.

After everything was cleaned up, Song Jin left the house, "What should I do now?"

Chen Yue was unconscious at that time, and she almost became scared.

She thought Chen Yue had passed away with her body.

Lu Zhan said that they had a friend of miracle doctors, maybe there was a way.

But now, my friend from the miracle doctor cannot awaken Chen Yue. This is really...

Song Jin sat at the table, holding his chin and sighed.

Lu Zhan stood there.

"Your Highness is sleepy and Mr. Song has not yet entered Beijing, so you can only pretend to be sick."
To be continued...