Black belly princess, please come to bed

"You take good care of it, you don't need to do anything." The emperor waved his hand.

"Your Majesty, please allow your concubine to stay in Yan Wang's mansion for a few days and take care of Yan Tong." Concubine Yan begged at this time.

Since he is the princess sent by Zhao Guo to marry him, even if Yantong is out of the palace, she can't leave the palace and can only be alone in the palace. Now that she has such a request, the emperor thinks that King Yan is really sick He almost didn't even have the strength to speak, and he couldn't refuse because of emotion and reason, so he nodded and said: "Yes, you can stay and take good care of Yantong." Maybe, the one who stayed These days are the end for my son.

The emperor's expression was also sad, and Concubine Yan immediately thanked the emperor for his kindness.

Chu Ziyi said at this time: "Your Majesty, Concubine Yan, King Yan is weak and cannot say too much." It meant to let them leave first.

Concubine Yan said at this time: "I will send the emperor back to the palace."

In this way, the two left first.

As soon as they left, the eyes of the person on the bed shot straight at Fenghua.

He was obviously half-dead just now, but now his eyes are full of energy and he wants to eat people.

"Get over here." King Yan ordered.

Fenghua glanced at him, and said slowly: "King Yan, do you want to give acupuncture today?"

"Otherwise, what did this king tell you to do?" The man said in a bad tone.

"Will King Yan have any adverse reactions after stopping the medicine for a few days?" Feng Hua asked.

"Except for occasional dizziness..."

"Extremely irritable, restless, restless, tossing and turning when sleeping, showing signs of insomnia." Chu Ziyi opened his mouth and reported what King Yan hadn't said.

King Yan was furious immediately: "Get out, don't speak without my king's order." As if someone had suddenly exposed some shortcomings, his originally pale face was immediately stained with red, Fenghua couldn't help being startled.

She thought that King Yan only lost his temper with her, but now it seems that even Chu Ziyi is no exception!

It is said that Chu Ziyi has been with him for many years, is his confidant, and is also loyal to him, but he was scolded like a dog by him just now, and immediately retreated without saying a word.

Fenghua frowned slightly, thought for a moment and said, "According to the above symptoms, King Yan is very likely suffering from depression." In fact, she wanted to talk about signs of mental illness.

Yan Wang's eyes suddenly swept towards her coldly, and said word by word: "What is depression?"

Fenghua thought for a while, and tried to explain in a way he could understand: "Depression is a kind of mental illness. There are many reasons for depression. It may be because of excessive psychological pressure and being in a state of unhappiness for a long time. If you can't Adjust your own mentality, and the depressed patients may choose to commit suicide in the end..." But judging from Yan Wang's symptoms, the possibility of suicide is not high, and he may directly attack others in the end.

"Feng...Hua..." Yan Wang interrupted her preparation for the next long-winded explanation with a thin and angry voice.

"Give this king an injection." She had a mental illness, and she committed suicide.

"Eh...does it have to be today..." Today is obviously a day of great joy, so he insisted on causing trouble today.

"Then there's so much nonsense?" King Yan was indescribably annoyed at the person in front of him.

No one would disobey his orders, but she repeatedly disobeyed them.

"Okay, King Yan please undress." Since he insisted on today, how could she stop him, since he came, she came prepared.

King Yan first heard that she was staring at her with a pretty face when he was undressed, Fenghua saw that he didn't understand, so he said again: "King Yan, just leave a pair of obscene pants."

"..." King Yan's face turned red again, this woman, does she know what she is talking about?

Let him take off his clothes, leaving only a pair of obscene pants?

In fact, Fenghua, who used to be a doctor, has performed countless large and small operations for others. She has never seen anyone's body, even if a naked body appears in her sight, she treats it as normal, but King Yan is conservative in thinking. How could a man in ancient times live like this in front of a woman, not to mention that this woman was not shy, which really annoyed King Yan.

"Do you often do this?" King Yan asked.

She spoke in a common way, obviously not the first time.

Even if you have a thick skin, you can't be so calm in front of men, right?

Fenghua glanced at him, and suddenly realized that the minds of these annoying ancient people were squeezed by the door.

Slightly frowning, he said: "King Yan, if there is needling, you will naturally have to take off your clothes. Is there any doctor who gives needles through the clothes, not to mention, in front of patients, I don't distinguish between men and women."

"There has always been no distinction between men and women. If you don't know, you may think that you have seen many diseases." King Yan snorted coldly, but because of her last sentence, he felt a little more relieved.

She naturally treated many people, but with him, an ancient man, Fenghua didn't need to explain anything.

Turning around calmly and taking a set of silver needles from his body, King Yan also took off the outer layer of clothes at this time, until finally he was only wearing a set of so-called obscene trousers as Fenghua said.

When Fenghua turned around, she saw that he was shirtless, the skin on this man's body was as smooth and delicate as the skin on his face, even as a woman, she couldn't help being jealous.

"Lie down on the bed." Fenghua ordered.

King Yan's eyes were annoyed when he heard this, she was ordering her.

But because the needle was about to be given, King Yan didn't bother with her anymore, and turned around and lay down on the bed.

Fenghua came to the bedside with the silver needle and looked at his back.

The shape of the back is slender and beautiful, without a single blemish. Fenghua's eyes slowly moved to his waist, and he couldn't help being slightly taken aback.

On King Yan's waist, there was a birthmark.

The color is flesh-colored, but it is in the shape of a swallow, only the size of a butterfly.

Fenghua's hand pinching the needle trembled slightly, this birthmark Fenghua is impressive.

I still remember that there was a birthmark like this in Yantong's place back then.

How is it so coincidental?

"Not yet?" King Yan had already urged her, seeing that she was dawdling and not moving, there seemed to be annoyance in his voice.

"Oh, good." Fenghua hurriedly responded, but his mind was in chaos.

Yantong?Of course not, there is such a coincidence that even if Yan Tong was reincarnated, he would only be six years old at most, but now King Yan is already 20 years old.

Just a coincidence, just a coincidence.

"Ah!" A muffled snort, followed by a fury: "You woman wants to die, don't you?" The next moment, Yan Wangren sat up on the bed with a rage, Fenghua was so startled that his hands shook, and the needle was pulled out again .

Her mind was in a mess, and King Yan kept urging her to give the needle quickly. As a result, she accidentally stuck the needle in the wrong place, and King Yan roared in pain.

"Is this your first time doing acupuncture?" King Yan couldn't believe it.

Before she said it was the first time, he still didn't believe it, because a person who was doing needles for the first time would never dare to test needles on him so boldly, but now, King Yan discovered that she was very likely to be the real one. For the first time, and with audacity, he really tested the needle on him.

"It's not the first time." Fenghua immediately denied it.

If she dared to say that it was really her first time, King Yan would definitely throw her out.

"How dare you swear that it's not the first time for you." King Yan seemed to have lost his trust in her, so he asked her to swear.

"I swear, it's really not the first time." Although it was indeed the first time for her, Fenghua still swore that her face would not blush and her heart would not beat.

"Then why are your hands trembling?" Of course, King Yan knew that she had pierced it in the wrong place just now, otherwise, it wouldn't have caused him such pain.

Stretching out his hand to touch it, the place she pricked just now was still bleeding, and seeing the blood on his hand, King Yan was so angry that he wanted to kick her away.

Fenghua forced an apologetic smile, and said, "Because it's the injection for King Yan, it's inevitable that I'll be nervous."

Hearing what she said, King Yan believed her for the time being. After all, giving him an acupuncture treatment was not a small matter. Maybe he would really want her to be buried with him.

Thinking that he had indeed said something to scare her a few days ago, King Yan said again: "You just have to put your heart into it, and I don't blame you for the result."

"Okay, please ask King Yan to lie down again." Feng Hua responded, taking a deep breath inwardly.

Not Yantong, of course not Yantong.

How could God be so cruel, let her and Yantong meet again in this kind of trial, and what's more, it was a sick and disabled body.

How could she experience Yantong's death again.

Not Yantong, of course not.

Fenghua closed his eyes, stared at King Yan's body, picked up the needle, and injected it seriously.

It wasn't Yantong, even if King Yan died in the end, at most she was just a little regretful, it's just a pity that she has such a face.

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The guests in King Yan's mansion also left one after another, because King Yan was unwell and couldn't see the guests, and he didn't even attend such important events as the worship hall in person. The emperor is gone now, as a subject, who really dares to be here to rejoice After eating and drinking, it didn't take long for the Palace of King Yan to quiet down.

As for Feng Hongluan who just started, at this moment, she has already lifted the red hijab on her head, and the red hijab is being coldly thrown aside.

Even if she didn't like that sick ghost, Feng Hongluan couldn't bear to be treated like this.

If it weren't for the emperor being here, she would have made a big fuss.

"Miss, all the guests have left." Qing Cui, her servant who accompanied her as a dowry, hurried in and replied in a low voice.

The eldest lady got used to it, and Qing Cui couldn't change her words for a while, and the mother Yang who was serving at the side was also the nanny who brought Feng Hongluan up, her face darkened when she heard this, and she scolded: "Change your words and call me Wangfei."

Qing Cui's face turned pale when she heard the words, and hurriedly said: "Yes, Wangfei."

She didn't care too much about the name Feng Hongluan herself, whoever wanted to be the princess of that sick ghost, she wanted to be, and in the future, she would also be the queen.

"Since that sick ghost can't get out of bed, as a princess, I naturally have to take care of it, let's go." Feng Hongluan walked out.

A sick ghost who can't get out of bed, is she still afraid that he will fail?

Last time in the general's mansion, he and Fenghua came to examine her body. She will never forget that kind of humiliation in her life.

Now, after entering the Prince Yan's mansion, she cursed him thousands of times in her heart, and it would be best not to get up from the bed again, or to die suddenly.