shock!The princess kicked over the prince's wheelchair

Chapter 737 Although his medical skills are not good

Concubine Mei's desire to see Mu Xichen was inappropriate in terms of etiquette.

But now the situation in the entire Great Zhou Dynasty can no longer be explained by common sense.

It's not even clear whether she saw anyone in the end.

But Yu Cang's world is peaceful.

After returning from Emperor Shuncheng's place, she kept herself locked in Yu Songdong's room, and no one else was allowed in. She only occasionally sent some food and soup.

The room was dimly lit.

Under the dim light, the person on the bed looked exactly like Yu Songdong.

He breathed calmly and did not open his eyes, as if he was just falling asleep, and as if he would never wake up again.

Yu Cang was not far away from him, grinding medicinal materials in a leisurely manner.

The dry and hard medicinal materials became pulverized in her medicine grinder, making a squeaking sound. Together with the white smoke curling around, the smell of the whole room became strong.

When Changhe and his men appeared at the door, this was what he saw.

"Princess Yan is so elegant. Now that there is such a chaos outside, you are the only one who has the leisure to do meaningless things here."

His tone was sarcastic.

In fact, even if he knew that Yu Cang was banned, he couldn't help but say a few more words to ridicule this woman who thought she was smart, but in the end she was mistaken for being smart.

"Master Changhe came all the way, he probably didn't want to chat with me, right? What, has the saint lifted my ban?" Yu Cang asked.

When she said this, the movements of her hands did not stop, and the sound of the medicine grinding continued, making people's scalp numb.

"Princess Yan, please stop daydreaming. You have angered the saint many times, and the saint is willing to spare your life. It is only for the sake of King Yan, and it is impossible to let you out."

"Then what kind of advice does Lord Changhe have when you come here this time?"

"The free clinic has been stopped, but the symptoms of the people have not been relieved. The riots in the capital are escalating day by day. I came here this time on the order of the saint to ask the princess to develop an antidote as soon as possible. Otherwise, your father will be sent to the Imperial Hospital. Try out the ingredients of the antidote bit by bit."

There was no emotion in Changhe's voice.

Just like Yu Cang's squeaky medicine grinder, it is just completing its own task.

But when he heard this, Yu Cang finally stopped moving his hands.

She looked up at the group of people at the door.

They were like wooden stakes without emotion, even their eyes were filled with dead water, looking coldly into the room.

She didn't know how long it took before she spoke hoarsely and said: "My father risked his life to come back to save the common people and save the saint Zhou. He is not your tool to consolidate the power!"

"What the princess said makes sense, and I admire Mr. Yu very much. Although he has poor medical skills and poor character, he still made the right choice in this crucial decision. Therefore, in order to save the common people and for the great Zhou Dynasty, For future glory, I hope he will continue to dedicate himself.”

Changhe's hand rested on the long knife on his waist.

The hilt of the knife reflected the cold light of the snow, just like the light in his eyes.

In silence, Yu Cang's eyes turned red at some point, and his breath became choppy.

But after choking several times, the only thing she could say was two words: "Devil."

These selfish devils are destroying everything in the name of hope.

Changhe said indifferently: "Are you angry? You finally feel the pain of losing a loved one."

(End of this chapter)