The medical concubine: Cold-faced king spoils his wife deeply

The strong wind beat the window lattice mercilessly, as if trying to drill in through the gap and further expand the territory.

Sitting alone in the middle of the night, Jun Mu Chen is particularly intelligent.

He could hear the roaring wind and the sound of snowflakes swirling down. In the boundless world, he Yu Yu walked alone. He couldn't see the end, but he couldn't stop after all.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and Zhao Feng's joyful voice rang out: "Lord, the little miracle doctor has arrived."

Jun Mu Chen raised his lips and smiled silently.

Every year he has to go through a critical moment of life and death. With this person, he can survive again.

Death is not terrible, but a hopeless struggle.

He has been gritting his teeth and insisting that in the past, he was unwilling and didn't want to die indistinctly, so that the people who hurt him were free in the world; Now, he is reluctant to give up, because his heart has more attachment and secular fetters.

"Later, I'm afraid I'll collect the king's body." Jun Mu Chen's voice was cold, with the same temperature as the weather outside.

"Hiss", someone laughed recklessly.

The next moment, the door was kicked open, and the cold wind wrapped in snowflakes blew in. The charcoal fire in the basin suddenly ran high and soon returned to normal.

A tall man standing at the door, with a big face, raised his eyebrows and smiled.

Dressed in bright red clothes, embroidered with flowers, handsome facial features, eyebrows dyed with ink, peach blossom eyes with a three-point smile.

A thin layer of snow fell on his body, and his face was a little tired. It looked like a dusty face.

Looking at the snowflakes falling to the ground, Jun Mu Chen frowned and said impatiently, "you have soiled the king's study."

"Jun Muchen, you have no conscience. I came to save you against the wind and snow. Do you dare to dislike me? If I had known... "

"It's better to hide in the brothel and drink flower wine, isn't it?" Jun Mu Chen interrupted Gan Lin's words.

Gan Lin nodded with a smile, "that's exactly what he said."

As soon as Jun Mu Chen lifted his right hand, a good Duan Inkstone on the table flew out directly.

Gan Lin's body moved slightly, and the inkstone flew straight out of the door. "Pa" fell on the bluestone in the yard and broke a corner.

The corner of Jun Mu Chen's mouth jerked, this bastard.

"Sweet rain!" He was a little angry. This guy, with such an angle and strength, he could catch it without effort. What to hide?

Gan Lin laughed. His house is full of good things. It's good to smash them. It depends on who feels bad.

Zhao Feng bowed his head and bowed his hands to stand beside him. Only the LORD was so willful and reckless in front of the Lord. He was really afraid that the city gate fire would affect the fish in the pond, so he could only try to reduce his sense of existence.

The relationship between these two people is not comparable to anyone.

Striding to Jun Mu Chen, Gan Lin shook his body at will, and the snowflakes splashed all over him.

Looking at Jun Mu Chen's angry appearance, Gan Lin was in an unspeakable joy and smiled.

Jun Mu Chen looked at him helplessly. How old is he? He is as stubborn as a child.

He especially envies Gan Lin, who has grown old and tall. Only his mind is still the same as before. It seems that he never knows what sorrow and trouble are.

It is also a great blessing for people to live so simply and freely.

Seeing Jun Mu Chen's face pale and frowning, Gan Lin quickly stretched out his hand to take a pulse for him and muttered, "Hey, no, it's happening now? At least let me have a cup of hot tea, can't you hold on for a moment? "

Zhao Feng nervously reminded: "Mr. Gan, you are really late this time."

These days, he has been worried. His eyes were sore with longing for the sweet rain. He wanted to fall from the sky the next moment.

Gan Lin slapped Jun Muchen on the wrist and said, "it's all right. Who do you frown to see? I thought you were going to die. "

Jun Mu Chen is speechless. Does he even have this right?

"Mr. Gan, my prince is not a big problem?" Zhao Feng was deeply surprised.

These ten days are more difficult than ten years. He is really afraid that the Lord will get sick at any time. Especially at night, he can't sleep at ease.

Gan Lin glared at Zhao Feng and said, "I'm a doctor. I have his condition under my control. I found that the period of his illness was delayed. Maybe things will turn for the better slowly. I came late on purpose. Even if I misjudged, he just suffered more. Those pills can save his life at the critical moment. "

It took Zhao Feng a long time to react. He restrained his inner ecstasy and asked, "Mr. Gan, do you mean that my Lord has been saved?"

This is what he prayed in his dreams!

Gan Lin rolled his eyes and wanted to kick it.

"Your nonsense! If it's not saved, what are our teachers and disciples doing all these years? "

There are too many things about Shifu's water boating. He is compassionate and can't put all his energy on Jun Muchen. Therefore, he deliberately cultivated Ganlin. His most important patient is Jun Muchen.

Water boating is also taking Ganlin. If he was born in a large family, he would definitely be a dandy. It is said that anyone who brings up a child is like sleeping. He really doesn't feel it!

The patient was imposed on Ganlin by water boating. He even warned him that if he didn't do his best, he would not recognize the apprentice. Otherwise, there will be no one or thing in the world that can tie the wild horse Ganlin.

Zhao Feng smiled. Yes, even if master Gan is not very reliable, the water doctor has nothing to say to the Lord.

Jun Mu Chen's eyes flashed. He also asked in a deep voice, "Gan Lin, do you mean that the king may not have to suffer this year?"

Gan Lin looked helpless: "your master and servant, don't think about the height of this mountain, will you? I infer that you just show signs of improvement. As for the cure, I dare not talk big for fear of being beaten by master. "

His medical skills are still far from master's. master is repeatedly adjusting the prescription. Where dare he say he is cured?

Master may allow him to make mischief in other aspects, but only in this medical skill, he must not be careless, otherwise he must be beaten.

Jun Mu Chen nodded. Yes, he shouldn't have such extravagant hopes after years of stubborn diseases. The news was enough for his surprise and surprise.

Liu Ruoxi, maybe this king can accompany you for a longer time.

Thinking of this, the corner of his lips bent into a beautiful arc.

Gan Lin squints at him. Is this guy laughing?

"Hey, Jun Muchen, young master, how do I feel like you want an April cat?" The laughter of Ganlin has more ambiguous elements.