The reborn emperor, you are dismissed

Chapter 633 Enjoy
Recently, the atmosphere in the palace is comparable to Yuanri.

Da Qi, the noble king, woke up.

On the same day, I stayed at the bed and walked a few steps with the support of Eunuch Yu.

The news spread throughout the ruling and opposition parties. During this period of time, the officials who fished in troubled waters were frightened to deal with affairs overnight, lest they become the ones who would be killed to make an example.

The traumatic injury has almost recovered, but the internal injury still needs to be recuperated slowly.

While writing the new prescription, Imperial Physician Liang humbly asked, "Your Majesty, what caused you to wake up? Please tell me, so that I can write it down as a typical case."

He was half-sitting, with two soft pillows on his back, and was looking down at the documents sent by the border gate. Hearing this, he cast a faint glance.

"I don't know."

Liang Cen did not give up, and turned to the queen who was obsessed with testing the temperature of the porridge spoon:

"Your Majesty, dare I ask, what did you do or say at that time?"

She wanted to help, trying to think back for a long time, said:

"Nothing special, just put the freshly picked flowers into a vase, and said that it bloomed beautifully this year, and the branches protruded from the palace wall, but they were still too high, and I couldn't catch them. Fortunately, Master Mo Yanmo helped... "

"Ahem!" The man on the couch cleared his throat.

She hurriedly poured a glass of warm water, helped him take a few sips, snatched the paperwork away, and sternly said:
"Don't be sad, it must be a pain in the chest, don't watch it today!"

No one dared to snatch something from the emperor, let alone a military secret.

However, the person who was robbed was obviously very happy, with peach-blossom eyes, and responded in a good voice:

"The Queen is right, but I was wrong."

Eunuch Yu supported his forehead, secretly thinking that the master's jealousy is really strong for several years.

Liang Imperial Physician was still puzzled, and said to himself: "Flower fragrance? No, that smell is elegant and far away..."

Yu Si said helplessly: "You should concentrate on writing the prescription, don't think about it blindly."

With this brain full of medical books, how can I guess the emperor's mind.

She put down the porcelain cup, picked up the porridge bowl, looked at him with disgusted eyes, and coaxed him softly: "Be patient, you can't eat other food. Today is made by Chef Zhang Yu. I tasted it. It's very fragrant, drink more, okay?"

The patient's temper is usually a little cloudy, but it is her who is facing it.

The arrogant king, full of reluctance, can only reply in a low voice:
"it is good."

The man's black hair was loosely bundled, with a few strands swaying between his foreheads, paired with long eyelashes, and his translucent white skin looked extremely fragile and endearing.

It made her heart turn into a pool of spring water.

She couldn't help but kissed his cheek like a reward, and said softly:

"After two days, I will make sweet soup for you."

The last trace of displeasure vanished, his eyes glowed, he straightened up, excitedly wanting to show that he wanted to eat more than sweet soup.

Unexpectedly, this action affected the injury on his back, he groaned and fell back to the soft pillow.

"What are you messing with?" She glared complainingly, tucked the corner of the quilt with one hand, and began to feed.

Liang Cen put away his pen, dried the ink, turned his head and saw his cousin enjoying his gesture, and kindly reminded:
"You need to be more active, your hands and legs, you can't just lie down all the time, you need to speed up the circulation of your qi and blood, your bones..."

As dull as a good doctor, he also felt the unkindness in his eyes, and turned his words to the side of his mouth:

"The bones have not healed after all. It is safer to let others do the tiring work of eating."

"Okay, I see. Thank you, the good doctor." She smiled.

No, ma'am, you don't know.

Liang Cen scratched his head, picked up the medicine box and left.

Well, people's hearts are too complicated, and medicinal materials are easier to deal with.

(End of this chapter)