I heard that Niangniang is nearsighted

Chapter 365

"The empress is the most kind, how can I think so?" Fan Manman suddenly looked wronged.

There is also plausible words, "The concubine is to save the time of the sisters, and to make the empress look good. Think about it, this cold is never to be underestimated. If the empress delays treatment because of the concubine, the minister The concubine must be tossing and turning with guilt."

The queen twitched her lips, "I'm not in a hurry for this moment."

The other concubines also echoed, "I don't feel the delay."

"Really not to delay?" Fan Manman asked again hesitantly.

The concubines below saw that Fan Zhaorong's attitude seemed to be relaxed, and they dared not delay, for fear that Fan Zhaorong would regret it later, they shook their heads in unison, "I really don't want to delay!"

"puff--"

All the concubines paused, and looked quietly at Concubine Rou who was sitting on the queen's hands.

Seeing this, Concubine Rou put away the smile at the corners of her mouth, and supported her forehead, "Hey, I have suffered from a headache again, I wonder if I can also take advantage of it, let the imperial doctor diagnose it."

She frowned slightly, with a distressed expression, which made people feel pity when looking at her.

It seemed that the uncontrollable chuckle was an illusion of everyone.

The queen glanced at Concubine Rou, and said angrily: "You are the one who has the most problems, and the palace can't do without Concubine Rou as an imperial physician, so I have to go here to take advantage of it."

"This is the empress's favor. How can I find a concubine that can compare with yours? The meaning is quite different." Concubine Rou put down her hand, smiling hopefully.

The queen saw Caiyi and Caidie bringing the imperial physician over, so she could only give Concubine Rou another look, "You are the only one who is glib, imperial physician, let Concubine Rou take a look first."

Fan Manman inadvertently exchanged glances with Concubine Rou, who had clear eyes, and flashed slyly at the same time.

The two were vicious and tacitly teased this group of concubines with ulterior motives.

At the Queen's request, Yu Li and Concubine Rou had to wait in front of Fan Zhaorong for consultation.

Therefore, no matter how anxious the concubines below were, they had to bear with it even if they wanted the imperial physician to quickly diagnose Fan Zhaorong to see if she was really pregnant.

His eyes were fixed on the slow-moving imperial physician, wishing to urge him to hurry up.

And the most uncomfortable thing is that this soft concubine actually asked the imperial doctor with a curious face, dragging around and dragging for time.

"This headache in my palace can't be cured for a while, it's really uncomfortable, I don't know..."

Your headache is a cliché, and you know it won't be cured in a while, so why are you dragging the imperial physician to ask questions!
The concubine below took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down.

The queen above was also a little impatient, "Concubine Rou, this is an old problem of yours, and the imperial physician may not be able to explain it clearly for a while, why don't you ask the imperial physician to take Fan Zhaorong's pulse first, and then I will ask the imperial physician to give you a pulse. Go to your Yuqing Palace and give you a new prescription."

Concubine Rou dare not take the medicine prescribed by the imperial physician on the queen's side.

Concubine Rou covered her mouth with a chuckle, "The Empress really loves the new and dislikes the old, she's getting impatient with her concubines so soon, huh—"

"Then this Palace is not annoying anymore, Imperial Physician, let Fan Zhaorong take a look." She made a pun, but it is hard to say who will be annoying.

The imperial physician heard Concubine Rou's intimate and joking words, raised his sleeves to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and hurried to Fan Zhaorong who was beside him.

Chen Baolin took a breath, and then stared intently at the movements of the imperial physician above.

Lin Meiren's hands were covered under her sleeves, her black and white eyes stared at Fan Zhaorong's lower abdomen indifferently, and then slowly moved to the imperial doctor's body, with a faint smile hanging from the corner of her mouth.

The imperial doctor felt the sudden increase of gazes on his body, and his clothes were wet with sweat. He sat stiffly opposite Fan Zhaorong, and felt Fan Zhaorong's pulse across the table.

After a while, the imperial physician withdrew his hand, walked to the middle and reported to the queen above.

(End of this chapter)