Chapter 801 Violence

"Well, why do you have an upset stomach? Didn't you eat your meals on time when I wasn't watching?" Feng Mohan's face was still gloomy.

There are traces of what he said. The imperial aunt likes to serve herbal medicine and is obsessed with refining it. Once she gets busy, she often forgets to sleep and eat. She is a princess, so how can a servant dare to speak too much?

"I'm really fine." Liu Yusheng stood up with support, suddenly dizzy before his eyes, staggered and almost fell.

"Aunt Huang!" Feng Mohan hurriedly supported her, seeing her like this, gritted her teeth, carried her into the small hall, "Aunt Huang, I will call the imperial doctor to have a look! If you feel unwell, please Close your eyes and rest!"

Chen Xiang and Zi Su slowed down a little, when they ran over, they saw the emperor holding the princess and running towards the small hall, their expressions changed slightly, and they hurriedly followed.

"Xiao Feng'er, don't shake, let me down," Liu Yusheng frowned as she patted Feng Mohan's arm, her stomach acid began to surge again, "Shake it again...I'm going to throw up!"

"If you want to vomit, it's okay." After entering the small hall and placing the woman on the soft couch in the hall, Feng Mohan's face looked even paler than the woman's, "Aunt Huang, wait, wait, imperial doctor Come soon! I will order someone to investigate, if anyone dares to harm you, I will kill him from the Nine Clans!"

Seeing the young man talking incoherently, his brow wet with sweat, Liu Yusheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and waved his hands to say something, when his eyes suddenly went dark, and he lost consciousness.

In a daze, it seems to be sinking into a dream.

The dream was a scene she was extremely familiar with.

her space.

The fragrance of medicine is tangy, and the spring water is clear.

The most strange thing is that there are actually two light spots floating above the Lingquan Pool.

The size of a grain of rice, the whole body is covered with fluorescent lights, spinning around, as if they are chasing and playing with each other.

There is condensed mist in the Lingquan, which rises up one by one, and slowly surrounds the light spot.

The entire Lingquan pool slowly became brighter.

In the medicine field next to it, the medicinal plants grow one by one, with dense leaves.

Liu Yusheng was a little crazy for a while, and stood there blankly.

I don't understand why such a phenomenon suddenly appeared in her space.

When she came back to her senses, the spot of light actually moved in front of her, bouncing up and down, and kept touching her cheek.

Bringing a little bit of refreshing coolness, dissipating the depression in her chest, and making her whole body feel comfortable.

"What are you two? Space elves?" Liu Yusheng smiled, stretched out her fingertips and tapped two small dots of light.

Instead of being surprised, the little light spot rushed to land on her fingertips, like a little doll eager to win favor, which made people laugh.

Liu Yusheng, who was amused by Xiao Guangdian in the space, didn't know that when she was asleep, Feng Mohan almost turned the palace upside down.

"According to my decree, close the gate of the Nanling Palace. Anyone who dares to go out during this period will be killed!"

"Detain everyone in the kitchen! Give it to me for trial! Who is so daring and determined to murder Nanling Princess, find out who is the culprit, and sentence him to Ling Chi!"

"Tell those old things in the Imperial Hospital to come to the palace within a moment, one step later, one hundred rods!"

The servants of Nanling Palace were kneeling all over the place, and the imperial doctors who had rushed here were too frightened and dared not speak out.

Princess Nanling suddenly fell into a coma, and Emperor Longyan was furious. This was enough for them to complain.

What troubled them the most was the identity of Nanling Wangfei, who was the most important person in Nanling Wang's heart. If the concubine made even the slightest mistake, the court in Nanling will be turned upside down when the prince returns in the future!

The imperial doctors tremblingly checked the sleepy woman's pulse, Feng Mohan stood beside the soft couch and held her tightly, motionless, her hands under the wide sleeves kept shaking.

If something happened to her, he would have everyone buried with her!

"Your Majesty! Report back to Your Majesty—"

"How!" Feng Mohan grabbed the skirt of the imperial doctor's clothes and lifted him up with great strength.

"Back, back to the emperor!" The old imperial doctor's feet were half in the air, not daring to struggle, and hurriedly replied, "The minister's detection of the princess's slippery pulse is like a slippery pulse. The princess is happy!"

Feng Mohan was stunned, "What did you say, say it again?"

"Your majesty, I have confirmed again and again that the concubine is indeed a happy pulse, and she is already pregnant, just over a month old!"

Beside, other imperial doctors also said one after another, "Reporting to the emperor, the princess is indeed happy pulse!"

"Your Majesty, the minister's diagnosis is also a happy pulse! The reason why the princess felt unwell and fell asleep should be because of the early pregnancy. Let her rest for a while, and then she will wake up."

Putting down the old doctor, Feng Mohan took a few steps back, sat down slowly on the chair, and turned to look at the unconscious woman.

Just when everyone didn't understand what the emperor was thinking, and they were panicking, they saw the young man slowly laughing, and the hostility in his eyes also faded.

"Ximai, I'm pregnant, good, good! Hahaha! This time, I have to thank all the imperial doctors for a trip, and I will reward you all when I turn back!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" The imperial physicians secretly breathed out together.

As long as you don't hit their boards or their heads, it's already a big reward.

The emperor is smiling now, but it can't change the fact that he was full of violence before.

That sentence is one step too late, one hundred sticks, the words are still ringing in my ears.

If it weren't for the medical skills they have that are still useful to the Nanling princess, the emperor might not have said a hundred sticks at that time.

After receiving the pardon, Chen Xiang and Zi Su had already gotten up from their knees, and they also looked at each other secretly, with lingering fear in their hearts.

The concubine was in a coma just now, and the emperor's usual blundering appearance still feels pervasive when I think about it.

That young man who always greets people with a smiling face in front of princes and concubines, who looks like he has just grown up, has such a side.

His whole body was full of hostility, his eyes were fierce and scarlet.

Zi Su glanced at the young man unobtrusively, the emperor's nervousness towards the princess was unusual.

Princess, do you know?

"Come on, prepare the carriage!" The two maidservants were still apprehensive and fearful, when they heard the young man give another order.

Afterwards, the young man picked up the sleeping princess and walked out.

"Your Majesty!" Zi Su followed closely, boldly, "I don't know where the Emperor is going to take the princess? The princess is not feeling well, and she is now in a coma. The servant thinks it is inappropriate to move it. The emperor might as well wait for the princess to wake up..."

"The princess is happy. As the emperor's nephew, I have the responsibility to take care of the king of Nanling before he returns to the court." Feng Mohan kept walking, "You two are the princess's personal servants. She is used to having you by her side. You go Pack up and bring them into the palace!"

"Your Majesty, this, this is not allowed..." Zi Su said urgently.

The boy looked back, his eyes were cold.

It made her choke her throat, and she didn't dare to say the following words.

The horse-drawn chariot was moving along, but the coachman did not dare to drive too fast, lest the woman in the carriage would be jolted and the emperor would be angry.

Zi Su and Chen Xiang were also in the carriage, they both lowered their eyebrows and restrained their eyes, not daring to raise their heads.

The woman was placed on the spacious long seat in the innermost compartment, still in a coma, ignorant of the outside world.

Feng Mohan was next to her, with his hands horizontally blocking the periphery of the bench, and he didn't think his hands were sore after holding his arms up for a long time.