Chapter 2177 The Color of Touch

Chapter 598: Touched Color

Yan Beicheng had expected it in his heart, and he was not surprised on his face. He just gently embraced Mo Shanghua, "I was prepared in my heart, but I just can't bear you to work so hard for me."

Moshang Hualiu raised her eyebrows lightly, and teased with a relaxed face, "Of course it's all your fault. If you hadn't 'forcibly married' me back then, naturally I wouldn't be so tired, and I can only blame you."

Yan Beicheng hugged her tightly, put his thin lips next to her ear, and said in a low voice: "If I can predict the future, I will marry you sooner."

In this way, you will be spared from those tortures in the future.

Mo Shanghua pushed him away a little, and gave him a look, "It's always out of shape, I've seen it, we still have three months at most."

"What about the Queen Mother?" Yan Beicheng tapped his chin, expressing that he knew that there was endless darkness surging in his pair of phoenix eyes.

The smile on Mo Shanghua's face also subsided, and she said seriously: "The queen mother will not have any major problems for the time being, but she will have to stay in bed all year round."

Yan Beicheng suddenly gripped Mo Shanghua's book tightly, and looked at her faintly, "It's about to start."

Mo Shanghua held her hand tightly and said softly, "I will always be with you."

Yan Beicheng didn't say a word, but a touch of emotion clearly flashed in his eyes.

"My lord, Doctor Liu is here." At this moment, Mo Ling's voice suddenly sounded outside the room.

Yan Beicheng let go of Moshang Hua, and opened the door himself, "Please come in."

"My lord, my concubine." Liu Zheng bowed slightly as a salute.

Yan Beicheng also nodded in response, pointing to the seat beside the round table in front of him, "Sit down."

Liu Zheng didn't restrain himself either, thanked him and sat down. He was very self-conscious and only sat across from the two of them, a few feet away from Mo Shanghua.

Yan Beicheng was very satisfied with his deliberate actions, the corners of his lips slightly curled up, and said, "Is there any movement in the palace?"

Liu Zheng nodded slightly, and temporarily suppressed the gentle smile on the corners of his lips, "The empress really summoned me and asked about your majesty's condition."

After a pause, he added: "I have spoken to the queen truthfully according to your intentions. Presumably Wanye's spies in the palace will send a secret letter soon."

"Okay, I got it." Knowing the news he wanted, Yan Beicheng didn't ask any more questions, "Then can you make a new pill?"

Liu Zheng took out a porcelain bottle from his sleeve and put it on the table, "I have reduced the dosage according to your instructions. It's just that the emperor's health is getting worse, and his own feelings will always be stronger than others. Increase the number of pills practiced by those warlocks."

"This is his own death, you don't have to control it." Yan Beicheng sneered on his thin lips, his eyes were full of mockery.

Emperor Baorong was Yan Beicheng's biological father, so Liu Zheng naturally didn't want to say much, besides, they had already communicated with them. Therefore, after finishing the explanation, he stood up, "Now His Majesty summons you from time to time. I can't leave for too long, so I will take my leave first."

"Wait." Mo Shanghua stood up suddenly, her red lips curled into a light arc, "I don't have time to thank you for today's affairs, and I will definitely thank you in another day."

"Thank you, Princess, for your kindness. At that time, Shichen will definitely not try to please Princess." Liu Zheng had some friendship with Moshanghua in Yuzhou before, and his words are not pretentious at the moment.

After Liu Zheng left, Mo Shanghua couldn't help asking softly: "Why did you reduce the dose of the medicine?"