Divine Doctor's Daughter: Black-bellied Crown Princess

Chapter 307 The Son and the Emperor

Chen Lingcheng gave a slight grace, but didn't say anything else.

The old eunuch's eyelids twitched, and he couldn't help turning his head to look at Chen Lingcheng.

But Chen Lingcheng had a mask on his face, and the old eunuch couldn't see his emotions at all, so he couldn't judge what he should say next or not.

"What are you looking at?" Chen Lingcheng asked directly.

The old eunuch immediately lowered his head, and said with some trepidation: "The slave didn't look at anything."

Chen Lingcheng sneered: "Where's the queen?"

The old eunuch said: "The Empress has been taking care of Her Majesty for several days, but the Empress is not in good health, and the Emperor couldn't bear it, so she sent her away today."

The eighth prince let out an oh, and didn't speak any more.

The old eunuch was a little uncertain why Chen Lingcheng asked such a sentence, but he didn't say anything after that.

Anyway, in this place of the palace, there is less to say and less mistakes.

When they arrived at the palace where the emperor lived, the steps of the old eunuch became lighter.

A smile flashed across Chen Lingcheng's eyes when he saw this.

The people in the palace are all human beings, and they are also some liars.

After seeing his master, the relaxed expression seemed to be showing off to someone that there was someone behind him.

"I have seen His Royal Highness the Eighth Prince."

Everyone in the palace knelt down and saluted.

Chen Lingcheng gave a cold grace: "Get up."

He turned his head and glanced at the imperial physician who was kneeling on the side. The imperial physician had already brought out the medicine box, and it was obvious that he had finished the examination and was about to leave.

"How is your father's condition?"

The emperor is not feeling well, originally he should have informed everyone so that everyone should be concerned, but this time the emperor himself wanted to conceal the news, so even the people in the palace rarely knew the news.

The imperial physician bowed his head respectfully and said: "Back to the Eighth Prince, Your Majesty is fine for the time being, it's just that I haven't slept too much these days, so I'm a little mentally ill."

Chen Lingcheng didn't know whether he believed it or not, so he waved his hand: "Go out."

So the imperial doctor took the man away.

Chen Lingcheng turned his head to look at Mo Qing, and Mo Qing pushed Chen Lingcheng to the palace.

The old eunuch waited outside with other eunuchs and maids.

The place where the emperor lives is golden yellow as far as the eye can see.

This kind of bright yellow, which can only be used by the emperor and the prince, is the symbol and representative of the highest power.

Chen Lingcheng didn't pay attention to those things, and after Mo Qing pushed himself to the bedside, he waved his hand and asked Mo Qing to go out as well.

Mo Qing didn't stop there, and quickly saluted and left.

"Father, my son is here."

Facing the bright yellow curtain, Chen Lingcheng said softly.

A somewhat withered arm protruded from the tent.

The current emperor is not very old, only around forty, he ascended the throne at a normal age, and it has been more than 20 years now.

Everyone said that the emperor was a good emperor, but Chen Lingcheng hated the emperor from the bottom of his heart.

Back then, he didn't know what the emperor had done to make his mother and concubine close the palace door by herself. She obviously lived in such a noble place as the palace, but she lived like a nun. Chen Lingcheng felt dissatisfied in his heart.

Although the emperor has been very kind to Chen Lingcheng since he was a child, this feeling cannot be eliminated in a short while.

It's just that looking at that hand now, Chen Lingcheng's eyes fluctuated a little.

Even though everyone said that the royal family was ruthless, Chen Lingcheng clearly remembered that when he was very young, his father's arms were the strongest in the world.

He can hold the whole country on his shoulders, and he can also hold his children on his shoulders.

When he was young, none of the other princes received such pampering.

Only Chen Lingcheng could often sit on the emperor's shoulders when he was a child, overlooking other people.

"You came."

Compared with the state of the emperor during the last palace banquet, the voice of the current emperor is hoarse and scary.

"Father, imperial physicians are useless, and I will bring you a better doctor tomorrow."

Chen Lingcheng couldn't help but said.

Although there was hatred in his heart, Chen Lingcheng still respected himself as his father.

After all, he was someone I had respected since I was a child, and the voice of the eighth prince was full of uncontrollable worry.

In the tent, a happy look flashed in the eyes of the emperor who didn't show his face.

His lips curled up, his face full of relief.

"You mean, your little fiancee?"

The emperor's voice was very normal, and he couldn't hear his emotions clearly, but it made Chen Lingcheng frowned: "How did the emperor know?"

Chen Lingcheng thought deeply in his heart, and his eyes were full of hostility.

How capable is Feng Ziyu? Chen Lingcheng is sure that he is well protected, and it should be impossible for anyone to pass it on to the emperor.

As if the emperor didn't notice Chen Lingcheng's anger, he said to himself, "The queen told me."

Chen Lingcheng was taken aback: "What?"

The emperor said: "The last time the queen had an asthma attack, it almost passed away. Fortunately, I met your fiancée who came to the palace to attend the palace banquet. At that time, your fiancée rescued the queen. Now the queen's asthma is almost cured. "

Chen Lingcheng naturally knew about this matter, he just didn't expect that the empress would take the initiative to tell the emperor about this matter.

You know this is no small matter.

"What do you think, father? Do you need Ziyu to heal your illness?"

Naturally, the emperor's dragon body cannot be handed over to other people casually. If the emperor's illness was not really severe this time, Chen Lingcheng would not have thought of calling Feng Ziyu to treat the illness.

Because this is too risky for Feng Ziyu, Chen Lingcheng is unwilling to let Feng Ziyu do any risky things.

"Why don't you need it? Both the queen and you believe in that little girl. I also thought that little girl was pretty good when I saw her last time. Naturally, I want to meet her."

The emperor's voice was a little hoarse, and it was difficult for him to speak now, and he would cough a few times after speaking a few words.

Chen Lingcheng frowned even tighter: "Father, why did you suddenly get sick this time?"

Inside the tent, the emperor's expression became playful.

"Old Ba, some things are not as simple as you did on the battlefield. Now that you have returned to the capital, do you feel anything?"

Chen Lingcheng was taken aback.

what do you feel?
He broke his legs just after returning from the battlefield. In fact, Chen Lingcheng doesn't have any good feelings for the entire capital now.

Intrigue is what Chen Lingcheng is most impatient to see, so if Chen Lingcheng is to say something now, he can't even say a good word.

But in front of the emperor, Chen Lingcheng also knew what to say and what not to say.

"I don't feel anything." Chen Lingcheng said, "It's the same everywhere."

Neither the battlefield nor the capital city is simple.

Even if the price of swords and swords on the battlefield is life, the capital is the same, even more sinister and vicious.

(End of this chapter)