The prince lacks training: the royal concubine

Yuan Qiyan was surprised when he met Hai Weilan outside the gate of Longyang Palace, "Hai Weilan, why are you here? Also, what happened to your face? Did you fall?"

Hai Weilan couldn't help giving him a blank look, "Who falls on the face first? Even if someone is second, it can't fall so round, right?"

Yuan Qiyan didn't care about her, and ran over to hold her in his arms and asked distressedly: "Then what's wrong with you? You haven't been like this this morning!"

"My lord, Miss was sleeping!" Xiao Tao interjected from the side.

Yuan Qiyan's expression calmed down after hearing this, but he was still worried, "How can you make your face fat when you sleep? Is there something wrong with you? Why don't you call an imperial doctor to show you?" [

"Forget it!" Hai Weilan extremely distrusted those imperial physicians, "Let them see if I'm not sick, I'll see if I'm sick, maybe it can give me face cancer, I can't stand it!"

The palace man who led the way was a little anxious, and couldn't help urging: "Prince Qiong, Princess Qiong, the emperor is still waiting for the two of you..." After being swept away coldly by Yuan Qiyan, he swallowed back the words behind him.

Two people entered the door and found that there were people standing and sitting inside, and quite a few people had already come.

Hai Weilan took a look, except for Yuan Yuming, her father Hai Xiang, Hu Gonggong, and several imperial physicians, Wu Jianzheng of Qin Tianjian, and Jia Chen, Minister of the Ministry of Officials.Standing beside Jia Chen was a young girl with her head bowed down, unable to see her face, only a slender and fair neck.

When her eyes met Hai Xiang's, she saw obvious anxiety in her father's eyes, it seemed that she guessed right, this was a multi-party meeting full of conspiracy!

Seeing the situation, Yuan Qiyan felt that something was wrong, and subconsciously clenched Hai Weilan's hand, "What's the purpose of calling us here?" He asked in a cold voice without being polite.

Although he was used to being rude to the emperor for a long time, everyone's expressions changed to varying degrees after hearing his tone of questioning.

Yuan Yuming didn't mind either, and smiled amiably: "Yan'er, Lan'er, sit down first!"

Yuan Qiyan frowned, and wanted to say something, but felt Hai Weilan squeeze his hand, motioning him to sit down before speaking.He had no choice but to snort, and took Hai Weilan to sit down nearby, which made several imperial doctors sitting above them stand up in panic.

"Dear dears, there is no need to be formal, just sit down!" Yuan Yuming ordered them not to bother to change seats.

"Yes, yes!" Several imperial doctors sat with their buttocks next to the edge of the chair, looking trembling.

Yuan Qiyan became a little impatient, "Can I talk now?"

Yuan Yuming was secretly angry in his heart, but still smiled amiably on his face, "Several imperial physicians, please tell me about the emperor's condition!"

"Yes!" The poor imperial physicians had just sat down and had to stand up again, and the old imperial physician still replied, "After repeated diagnosis by the officials and others, what the empress is suffering from is closed syncretia..."

Yuan Qiyan straightened his back after hearing this, and even Hai Weilan put down the tea bowl in his hand.

"Dare to ask the imperial doctor, what is closed-jue syndrome?" Jia Chen asked aloud.

The old imperial doctor shook his head pretending to be profound, "Autism is just a case of illness, and we need some medicine to treat it!"

"What heart medicine?" Jia Chen asked cooperatively.

"This heart medicine is..." The old doctor turned to look at Yuan Qiyan, "Prince Qiong!"

Before Yuan Qiyan could react, Hai Weilan had already laughed very kindly...