I heard that Niangniang is nearsighted

Chapter 340 My vines are happy "again"?

After the imperial physician had kept Fan Zhaorong a secret, he had just walked a few steps, turned around and told him what he wanted: "Although exercising is good for your body, but it's hot today, and your body can't adapt to too strenuous exercise. My minister advises Zhaorong It’s good to walk around in a normal way, it’s best not to run.”

He was worried that if the master really conceived a dragon heir and ended up having a miscarriage due to his casual proposal, then he would not be able to keep Wushamao...

Shivering, the imperial doctor's expression became more serious.

The doubts in Fan Manman's heart gradually deepened. She was in a complicated mood and bored. After Liuying sent the imperial doctor out, she retreated.

A sigh.

Fan Manman stared down at her flat belly, touched it with her hands involuntarily, and suddenly thought of the abdominal pain she felt when she just came back.

Will it cause the child to...

"Child." Fan Manman murmured, it seemed good if she really had a little life.

However, it is not easy to raise a child in a cannibalistic harem. Maybe someone will use their power to snatch their child away, and I am not even qualified to visit.

The corners of Fan Manman's mouth gradually curled up. What was even more difficult was how to keep the child under the prying of everyone.

"No, no, I haven't been diagnosed yet, so why do I assume that I have it!" Fan Manman hurriedly restrained her divergent thinking.

Without thinking too much, Fan Manman still couldn't help but think about it.

On the other side, the Royal Study Room

"Your Majesty, the imperial physician you sent to take Fan Zhaorong's pulse is asking for an audience outside the door."

"Xuan." Gu Jinghuai spit out a word briefly, then stared at the map spread out on the imperial case and thought deeply.

Liuguo is coming in a menacing way, and the battle with the Dalai Lama is stalemate. The treasury cannot support a long-term war, and neither can the people.

Although the cosmetics business that Manman gave him was objectively profitable, it was a drop in the bucket when thrown into the war.

At this time, Gu Jinghuai had a flash of inspiration, and suddenly thought of the thing called a throwing cannon that Fan Manman took out when he and Fan Manman were chased into the forest.

If that kind of thing called falling cannon can be developed, and its effect can be amplified, and used on the battlefield, it may have unexpected effects.

Gu Jinghuai's eyes flickered, even if there was a slight possibility to end the war quickly, he would try!

"Weichen see Your Majesty."

The imperial doctor who came in saluted.

"Get up." The pensive Gu Jinghuai looked away from the imperial case, looked at the imperial physician, and asked casually, "How sure are you that it will be cured?"

The imperial doctor was dripping with cold sweat, "This... eye disease is not common, and I can only do my best."

The emperor at the top pursed his thin lips in displeasure, and with the imperial pressure in his heavy eyes, the imperial doctor below was suppressed until he couldn't breathe.

He hurriedly told about Fan Manman's suspected pregnancy, and finally emphasized again, "I'm not sure, maybe it's because the month is too young, or I'm not talented enough to learn, so I made a mistake."

Pregnant?
The emperor's expression on the top suddenly cracked, and it was rare to lose his composure. His narrow eyes widened slightly, with a hint of surprise and bewilderment.

Su Ruxu looked at His Majesty's expression, coughed lightly, and reminded: "Your Majesty, the imperial physician is not sure yet."

"Is my vine happy?" the emperor above murmured, a smirk appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Su Ruxu twitched the corners of his mouth, and emphasized his tone, "Your Majesty, the imperial physician is not sure yet!"

"Show Luo Temple!" Gu Jinghuai hurriedly avoided the imperial physician and Su Ruxu who were blocking the way, and walked out of the imperial study.

Su Ruxu held his forehead, why did he find this scene so familiar?

Thinking of the oolong last time, His Majesty almost chopped off Fan Zhaorong in front of the palace, but now he is on the tip of His Majesty's heart, full of favor.

(End of this chapter)