When Wen Yin woke up again, she was already in the Yangxin Hall.

I glanced slightly towards the side of the bed, and I saw a person sitting with my back to the corner of the curtain that had been lifted up. At this moment, his eyes were closed, his knuckles were slightly bent and pressed against the center of his eyebrows. He probably had something depressed and difficult to explain, and his eyebrows were deeply furrowed.

As if feeling the gaze of his eyes, the person sitting next to the bed subconsciously looked up and saw that she was curled up in the quilt and looking at him with her eyes open, her white face still showing a sick look without any color.

"Are you awake?" With a start, Zhu Jing immediately raised the side curtains, leaned over and reached out his hand to her, covering her forehead, and said in a hoarse voice, "Are you feeling better? Are you still feeling unwell?"

Wen Yin's eyes briefly glanced at the stubble on his chin and the unignorable green and black under his eyes. When his palm came over, she made a dodge movement with her face to the side, because she was ill.

She had little strength, her dodge movements were not obvious, but her irresistible meaning was obvious.

Zhu Jing's extended hand froze.

His eyes were lowered and lingered repeatedly between her cold brows and eyes, his finger bones slightly flexed several times as if he was about to retract them, but after a while, he finally explored her again.

"You have to calm down with me, and wait until you recover." He sighed, and his dry and warm palms covered her cool cheeks, rubbing them slightly, "This is my fault, it's me.

...I have no choice but to say it. Don’t keep it in mind, can it be done?”

Wen Yin's fingers under the quilt suddenly curled up.

He apologized, but he was actually expressing his apology to her in a vague way for what happened during the day.

Seeing her licking her dry and bleeding lips, Zhu Jing asked in a low voice but she was thirsty. Although she did not reply, he still said in a low voice: "Wait a minute."

After carefully tucking the quilt for her, Zhu Jing stood up straight and closed the curtains.

Turning around, he waved in the opposite direction with serious eyes.

It turned out that several imperial doctors from the Imperial Medical Office had been waiting in this Yangxin Hall. Seeing the Holy Master calling them over, all the imperial doctors hurriedly stepped forward.

"I'm awake, but I'm still in low spirits. Please give me a good diagnosis later."

Zhu Jing's eyes swept over these imperial doctors one by one, and said in a calm voice Sen Han: "Every day I ask for safe pulse, and the prescriptions you prescribed are also being used, but the person is getting worse. It's the fault of quack medicine."

There are still people who harbor evil intentions, and we will talk about it later. But I will leave it at that today. If the Imperial Medical Office continues to adopt the golden mean, it will be the way to death for me."

The faces of the imperial doctors all turned grim, and they all knelt down to ask the Holy One to calm down.

Zhu Jing's gaze was directly directed towards the judge of the Imperial Medical Office, and Shen Jin Lengyu's voice came straight to him.

"Today, I want you to diagnose the exact disease and come up with a suitable prescription. If you can't cure her, no one will be able to leave the Heart Cultivation Palace. Do you understand?"

The judge's scalp was tight and he said yes, but he felt very unsure in his heart.

Ever since she gave birth, she has been in bed often, and her body and bones have been getting better and worse. They, the imperial doctors, went back and forth to diagnose her pulse, but they never dared to make a definite conclusion about her condition.

In the final analysis, they have difficulty in the 'asking' aspect.

As the saying goes, if one missing link is missing, the difference will be a thousand miles away.

Thinking of this, the court judge couldn't help but secretly complain. Every time he asked, the lady always said that she was doing very well and that she didn't feel any pain. How could they diagnose her?

As everyone knows, the situation in the palace is not seeking merit but seeking no fault. When the condition cannot be diagnosed 100%, no one dares to prescribe medicine easily, so they can only settle for the next best thing and use some mild medicine as usual.

, eating it will not kill people, and it will not cure the disease.

After looking away, Zhu Jing took the jade bowl Feng Bao held in both hands and asked her about the water use at the moment.

The court judge replied in a low voice: "Your Majesty has just woken up and her spleen and stomach are weak. You can drink less warm water." He added, "Just half a mouthful is enough."

Zhu Jing stirred it with a spoon, then lifted the curtain with one hand and leaned towards the inside of the bed.

The palace servants serving in the palace and all the imperial doctors all lowered their heads.

After about three or two breaths, I vaguely heard whispers coming from the tent, and then some coaxing whispers.

Everyone lowered their heads.

After a while, the person in front of the tent stood up straight again, turned around and handed the jade bowl to Feng Bao.

"Come here and give the imperial concubine another diagnosis."

Feng Bao quickly moved the embroidery stool and put it down half a step in front of the tent, and then picked up the wrist-covering brocade handkerchief that had been prepared nearby with both hands.

"Remove it, take the pulse directly, and make sure I diagnose her illness accurately."

After Feng Bao reacted, he quickly collected the brocade handkerchief. The judge secretly took a deep breath and sat in front of the tent, feeling the pressure on his head.

As time passed, several more respected old doctors came over to check her pulse. Zhu Jing then simply lifted the curtain and let them look at her face.

He even broke the rules and asked him to watch his tongue and press acupuncture points on his waist and abdomen.

"how?"

Putting down the curtain, Zhu Jing asked in a low voice, his eyes catching the expressions on their faces.

The imperial doctors looked at each other and hesitated, but in the end the court judge had no choice but to bite the bullet and speak: "I wonder if your Majesty, please ask your Majesty on behalf of the officials, if you have any symptoms of shortness of breath or chest cramps?"

Zhu Jing's heart sank heavily, and he had a bad premonition about her condition.

"You mean...heart disease?"

The court judge said: "My queen's condition is complicated. I need to ask the officials about her condition before they can make a conclusion."

Zhu Jing immediately turned around, lifted up the curtain, leaned over and asked the person who was huddled with his back to him.

"Can you hear what the imperial doctor said clearly? Is your breathing smooth? Do you feel cramping in your chest?"

Wen Yin only did it without hearing anything.

Zhu Jing looked at her for a while, then suddenly turned his face and said in a deep voice: "Bring Nian Xia over."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the person trapped in the quilt move.

She lifted the quilt and turned around, her beautiful eyes filled with anger and her pretty face filled with evil.

He asked: "Should we bring Na Wen Yunting here again and cripple his other leg?"

As soon as she finished speaking, I saw that she was resentful and angry, with water in her eyes.

"Why do you have to...cough cough..." She coughed tremblingly, pointing at him with trembling fingers, and tears rolled down her eyes. She was weak due to illness, and she couldn't say a word and fell into the quilt.

Crying and coughing while being hit.

Zhu Jing suddenly lost his charter.

He has never seen her crying with such grievance. She was pale, weak and pitiful when she was ill. Now she is crying with the sound of pear blossoms trembling in the rain, making her even more weak and helpless.

"I...I..."

He felt like he was in a hurry. He wanted to wipe her tears, touch her back, brush away the hair tangled around her neck, and hold her trembling hands.

.I felt at a loss for a moment.

"Stop crying, I'm just bluffing you, just talking."

Feng Bao, who had just carried the person to the door of the dormitory, quickly put the person back.

In the next half-quarter of an hour, Feng Bao and the imperial doctors in the hall lowered their heads, trying their best to pretend that they did not exist. The holy man in the tent probably forgot that there was anyone here, coaxing and coaxing him.

He hugged her, spoke affectionately and lovingly, and spoke in small words. He was completely different from his usual majesty and coldness, and it simply subverted their cognition.

When the sound inside gradually died down, the empress seemed to have fallen asleep, and the saint opened the curtain and got down.

The moment he closed the curtains and turned around, all the tenderness on his face receded, and his expression became terrifyingly gloomy.

"Go and talk outside."

He immediately walked away, and all the doctors' hearts trembled as they lowered their heads and followed closely.

It was late at night, and the candlelight outside was as bright as day.

Zhu Jing motioned for someone to close the door to his bedroom, then turned his eyes and stared coldly at Nian Xia who was waiting nearby.

Nian Xia was so anxious that she couldn't help but peek frequently in the direction of her bed, and suddenly realized that Youdao Zaren's lustful eyes seemed to be staring at her. Her body suddenly stiffened, as if she was being enveloped by murder.

"Drag her over here."

As soon as he finished speaking, Nian Xia was dragged to the emperor by several palace people.

Zhu Jing stared at her and threw the object in his hand.

"Let me ask you, when did your mother-in-law start coughing up blood?"

Nian Xia was horrified. Staring at the bloody brocade handkerchief in front of her, she suddenly bit her scarred lip.

Seeing her harsh words, Zhu Jing felt secretly resentful.

Especially the scar on her lip seemed to remind him of some unbearable past.

"Drag him out and beat him hard."

Soon, Nian Xia was dragged out with his mouth covered. When he was dragged out, he seemed to still see the hateful eyes of the slut.

Zhu Jing leaned back on his seat and closed his eyes, thinking about her skillful movements of covering up the bloody scarf, pressing her finger bones hard against the center of her eyebrows.

"This is not the first time she has vomited blood. Please give me a clear diagnosis plan. Cure her and I will give you a promotion."

The imperial doctors were unhappy and worried, even frightened.

What if it can’t be cured? If it can’t be cured, then they...

Accompanying you is like accompanying a tiger, nothing more than that.
To be continued...