The regent's spoiled princess wakes up

Chapter 33
"Go back to the lord, count the days... Lin Meiren was pregnant in the first month, and she fell into the water today and had a miscarriage." Liu Wanquan stood up, cupping his hands cautiously.

"Oh?" The regent waved the folding fan in one hand, and slowly glanced outside the door, "This king invited the imperial doctor from the palace, Liu Langzhong... don't be fooled by it."

Liu Wanquan broke out in a cold sweat, and stammered, "I'm... I'm..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard Pingfeng's voice from outside the door, "My lord, Doctor Zhang is here."

"Come in, please!" Yang Xuan snapped his folding fan away.

Liu Wanquan felt as if he had lost consciousness in his legs, so he didn't fall down by holding on to the wall.

"My minister, Zhang Liaoyuan, has seen His Royal Highness, His Royal Highness, His Royal Highness, His Royal Highness, His Majesty, and His Madam!" Compared with Liu Wanquan, Doctor Zhang's voice was calm and resonant even though he was over fifty years old.

After all, Doctor Zhang is someone who has seen big scenes.In the capital, from the Tian family to the petty officials, which family does not have wives and concubines to fight, poison and ecstasy all the time?He doesn't say that every day and every day, he also has to clean up the mess for others every month, so he has long practiced the ability to keep his face and heart beating.

In contrast, Liu Wanquan seemed a little panicked and at a loss. Before confronting him, he lost a bit of momentum.

"Doctor Zhang, Pingfeng told you everything, right?" The man in Xuanyi looked solemn, and pointed to the bedroom with the handle of his fan, "You go to Lin Meiren for a pulse check first, and then return to the king."

"Yes, I will come whenever I go." Zhang Liaoyuan straightened up, followed Tingcha and Pingfeng into the bedroom of Meifangyuan.

Many servants from Meifang Court gathered in the house, serving them back and forth by boiling water and serving tea.

Lin Yuezhi saw that he was an unfamiliar old man, and immediately burst into tears, "Who are you? My lord! I don't want him to check my pulse!"

Hearing the sound, Mrs. Li hurriedly got up and rushed into the room, and together with Ting Yu supported Lin Yuezhi to persuade him, "This is the imperial doctor Zhang invited from the palace by the lord. The lord...was worried about your health, so he invited him Come for a pulse check.”

"Mrs. Duke, slave... slave is fine!" Lin Yuezhi kept shaking his head, "No...don't need him to see a doctor!"

Doctor Zhang saw that the woman had disheveled hair and was wearing a middle coat. Although her complexion was pale but not weak, and seeing that she was so resistant to taking the pulse, he already guessed a little bit in his heart, stroked his long beard and said, "Beauty Lin, don't panic, old man Just check your pulse through the silk handkerchief, and it will be fine in a moment."

"That's right, Yuezhi, you can let Doctor Zhang take a look, so that you can take care of your body with peace of mind, and in the future... you will do more for the prince..." Mrs. Li persuaded a few more words.

There was a lot of noise in the room, Yang Xuan, Zhao Shuang, and An Guogong walked to the door of the dormitory, listening to the movement inside through the hanging flower curtain.

Lin Yuezhi saw that he couldn't escape, and was lucky, thinking that he might not be able to see anything, so he stretched out his hand tremblingly, and put it on the jade pillow, "Master Zhang, please take the pulse."

Ting Yu put a scarf on her hand.

Zhang Liaoyuan cleaned his hands with a piece of handkerchief soaked in water, then bent forward, and checked Lin Yuezhi's pulse through the gauze.

A moment later, the imperial doctor in black official uniform stood up slowly, and the corner of his mouth curved, "Maybe Lin Meiren remembered wrongly, there is no miscarriage."

Everyone was shocked when they heard the words, and then a few little maids who usually served in the outer courtyard started whispering.

"Doctor Zhang, could you be mistaken?" Mrs. Li hastily tugged on Zhang Liaoyuan's sleeve, wanting him to see him again.

"The lower officials are not mistaken." Zhang Liaoyuan glanced outside the door and said with a sneer, "I wonder which doctor said that Lin Meiren had a slippery tire?"

Pingfeng had already dragged Liu Wanquan in from the door.

"My lord Zhang, Lin Meiren...has had a tire for an hour, so there is no happy pulse in the pulse," Liu Wanquan argued calmly, "It's not surprising that you can't see it, but it's just a few days ago. Diagnosed Lin Meiren with a happy pulse, and the fetal image is stable..."

Listening to Liu Wanquan's words, Lin Yuezhi was relieved a lot.

In these years of managing the palace, although she dare not say anything else, she has indeed earned a lot of money. This time, it took many years of savings to buy off the doctor who the Duke's wife is acquainted with.

She knew that Mrs. Li often consulted Liu Wanquan, and never doubted his words.

"Yes, Mr. Zhang, you are late..." Ting Yu's expression was a little stiff.

Fortunately, the beauty resorted to the trick of slipping the tire today. Now that she is dead and there is no proof, there is no way to measure these doctors no matter how clever they are!
"Hmph," Zhang Liaoyuan glanced at the little girl beside Lin Meiren, and said with a sneer, "Since I dare to say it, I have evidence. Lin Meiren...is not a slippery child, but has a virginal pulse at all! "

All the people present were shocked.

Yang Xuan quietly took Zhao Shuang's hand, and winked at her triumphantly.

Lin Yuezhi and Ting Yu heard the words, feeling as if the sky had fallen, their faces were pale, they bit their lips and their eyes were reddish.

Liu Wanquan didn't expect that Lin Meiren was not only not pregnant, but also a virgin. With his medical skills, it was not enough to diagnose this pulse condition. He only heard that some skilled doctors could diagnose it.

An Guogong and Li Shi were both embarrassed when they heard the words.Counting it, Lin Yuezhi has been in the palace for nearly ten years, but it turns out...

"Master Zhang, you...you read it wrong..." Mrs. Li asked unwillingly. As soon as the words came out, An Guogong Yang Ling gave her a dissatisfied sideways glance.

"I've been a doctor for decades, and I've seen the pulse of countless women inside and outside the palace. Is there any reason to misread it?" Zhang Liaoyuan stroked his beard again and said, "Just ask an experienced midwife to take a look, of course. Know that what the old man said is true."

"Our beauty has a delicate body, how can we show it to a midwife?" Ting Yu came to his senses and quickly stopped in front of the bed.

Lin Yuezhi also yelled loudly, "Master Zhang said that the concubine is dissatisfied! The prince fell asleep in the Meifang courtyard that day. That was the time...he and the concubine are happy. If you don't believe it...you can ask the prince!"

All eyes turned to the black-robed man at the door again.

"This king has never done it before." Yang Xuan's eyes were cold, and his face was slightly red.

"My lord! You just don't remember, how can you say you didn't do it?" Fake pregnancy is no joke, and it might kill someone. Lin Yuezhi couldn't care less at this time, and argued loudly, "When you wake up , Are you lying on the couch in Meifang Courtyard? Did you see the concubine just coming out of the clean room?"

Yang Xuan was feeling that he couldn't argue, when Zhao Shuang suddenly said, "My lord, I'm afraid I have to ask Ping Feng about this matter. If my concubine's guess is correct, you didn't bring Ping Feng with you when you went to Meifang Court, but you fell asleep. He suddenly came to wake you up..."

Having said that, Yang Xuan also became puzzled, and called out the door, "By the wind!"

A handsome young man in a gray suit came in and saluted, "My lord."

"My lord asks you." Yang Xuan asked about this matter, feeling a little hard to say, "That day, why did you suddenly rush to Meifang Courtyard to wake me up?"

Ping Feng pondered for a long time, and finally came to his senses, "My lord, are you talking about the day in the first month?"

(End of this chapter)