As a descendant of a medical family, Duanmurong has mastered extraordinary medical skills at a young age, but what she mastered is only theoretical knowledge.

When she followed her master Nian Duan to Xianyang Palace and saw Jingyu, her eyes couldn't help but fall on Jingyu's abdomen. There was actually someone there?

Three years have made the former doctor girl open a lot, and the missing front teeth have been filled, but because of someone's mockery, the girl still instinctively pursed her lips when she smiles. This smile adds a bit of quiet temperament to her.

Duanmu Rong, who was only responsible for helping her master, naturally had nothing to do when she was treating Jingyu, so the girl couldn't help but look around.

She used to be familiar with this place, but it changed later.

Some changes seemed to have occurred here. Duanmurong looked at the furnishings in the hall and thought to herself.

When did these changes start? Duanmu Rong, who thought of this question, was shocked. When was the last time she came here?

Duanmu Rong, who realized this problem, couldn't help but feel a little panicked. She suddenly realized that she was so far away from this place, but it was not like this before.

Duanmurong, immersed in her own world, did not realize that a palace maid came to her. As the palace maid whispered to her, Duanmurong woke up from her thoughts. After listening to the palace maid's retelling, Duanmurong looked out of the hall with hesitation in surprise.

"The king is in the main hall, please don't let the king wait for a long time." The palace maid begged to the hesitant Duanmu Rong.

When Duanmurong heard the words of the palace maid, a irritability arose in her heart: Why, you just sent someone to come, are I going to see you with a gaze? Just because you are the king of Qin? I am not your subject.

"I won't go." Duanmurong shook her head and refused.

"Miss Duanmu, please don't make things difficult for me. If you don't go, the king will be angry." The palace maid begged.

"I..." Duanmu Rong was about to refuse, as if she suddenly thought of something, and said in a silence: "Okay, it's not easy for you. If I refuse, it will be difficult for you to do it and even be punished."

At the end of the sentence, Duanmurong even repeated what she said, as if not explaining it to the other party, but to convince herself.

Duanmu Rong, who followed the palace maid, did not pay attention to it. Nian Duan on the other side had noticed her situation, but her master did not say anything, but sighed, and then explained to Jingyu what to pay attention to during pregnancy.

Under the leadership of the palace maid, Duanmurong turned the corridor to the main highness of Xianyang Palace.

Looking at the shadows under his feet, Duanmurong couldn't help looking up along the long steps. After hesitating for a moment, she raised her feet and stepped on the steps, and then climbed upwards.

When she came to the entrance of the hall, the palace maid who was leading the way had already helped her push the palace gate open. This time Duanmurong did not hesitate and directly raised her feet and stepped into the palace gate.

As the main hall of Xianyang Palace, in addition to the main hall used by Qin State for court discussion, this should be the largest main hall in Qin State.

But facing such a huge palace, Duanmurong's vision did not stop at all, and she had already walked into the hall.

After turning a few giant hall pillars that required several adults to hold together, Duanmurong stopped because the person who wanted to see her had already appeared in front of her.

He changed a lot. Looking at Ying Zheng, who was writing something in the bamboo slips that were spread flat on the desk not far away, Duanmu Rong slowly walked forward, looking a little dazed. She seemed to have seen three years ago, three years ago, in this hall, the same person, the same desk.

Duanmurong came to Ying Zheng quietly, and her eyes fell unconsciously on her former position and in the inkstone placed on the desk. She found that the ink in the inkstone was about to be used up. Duanmurong subconsciously knelt down and picked up the inkstone strips placed in the inkstone very naturally. When she realized what she was holding, Duanmurong was obviously stunned, staring at the inkstone strips that were pinched between her fingers, a little annoyed, as if she was blaming her for being unscrupulous. She slowly turned her wrists like she accepted her fate and grinded them in the inkstone.

The appearance of Duanmurong naturally cannot be concealed by Ying Zheng, but Ying Zheng did not respond. This girl who seemed to have suddenly become a different person two years ago was not sure when she thought about drawing a clear line with him.

Ying Zheng naturally didn't know the reason and did not go into it. In his opinion, the little girl's mind was sensitive and changeable, and might change back at any time. What's more, at that time, Yan Lingji, who had just entered the Qin Palace and was fussy, took away Ying Zheng's few free time and gradually put the matter of Duanmu Rong aside.

Until today, the little girl who has now transformed into a girl has stepped into the Qin Palace again, although she followed her master in.

"We haven't seen each other in two years, right?" Ying Zheng asked without raising his head, who was writing something on the book.

"In less than two years, there is still thirty-seven days left." Duanmurong replied almost instinctively.

"Well, it's less than two years." Ying Zheng said as if he felt something, but he didn't care too much after all. The things in the book attracted more of his energy.

Duanmurong regrets her words. Don’t curse herself in her heart. She is very disappointed with her performance. But seeing that Ying Zheng didn’t seem to notice, Duanmurong felt a little resentment while breathing a sigh of relief.

For a moment, the girl was thinking a lot and didn't know what she was thinking.

"If I hadn't sent someone to call you, you would have been not going to see me." Ying Zheng kept asking.

"The king is concerned about the great affairs of the world, and where can I use it? Besides, I am just an ordinary medical disciple, and I really don't dare to disturb the king too much without being polite." Duanmu Rong replied.

The delicate and weak voice sounded particularly harsh in Ying Zheng's ears, and he couldn't help but put the brush in his hand on the pen holder in front of the book.

He looked at Duanmurong and said, "What you said is your true thoughts?"

"The king thinks, do anyone in the Qin State dares to deceive you?" Duanmu Rong said with a cold face.

Ying Zheng did not speak this time, but looked at Duanmurong with bright eyes. From the sapphire that she used to wrap her long hair on her head, it fell on Duanmurong's face, then went down to a slightly undulating place. Then he staggered his eyes without a trace, and fell on Duanmurong's little face that had already appeared in the future Jinghu Medical Immortal.

Duanmu Rong felt a sense of panic in Ying Zheng's sight, but a breath in her heart still supported her to keep her kneeling posture and try her best to remain calm, neither facing Ying Zheng's sight nor retreating.

Just when Duanmurong was almost unable to hold on, Ying Zheng suddenly laughed, and he was just laughing like a king.

"So I wanted to fork."
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