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

Mentioning Liu Ruoxi, Jun Mu Chen had a faint smile on his face, and his whole body was filled with a warm atmosphere.

"Jun Mu Chen, show me some people?" Gan Lin looked forward to it.

The woman who can move the cloud king is so curious.

"No, my cold poison is about to attack. She can't see my embarrassing face." Jun Mu Chen flatly refused.

Gan Lin nodded understandably. The pain was that he, a bystander, couldn't bear to see more.

Too bad!

It's hard for him to endure until today.

He looked at Jun Mu Chen and sighed helplessly, "you have prepared early. I guess the cold poison is about to attack."

Otherwise, he wouldn't have come against the wind and snow.

The weather this year is really strange. It rained and began to snow again. It's cold in spring.

His calculation time has always been very accurate, no more than three days at most. Jun Muchen will experience unbearable suffering again.

Jun Mu Chenxiang smiled. Those who should come will come sooner or later. Those who can't hide must face it bravely.

"Immediately order the kitchen to prepare a good banquet and welcome your master Gan." He turned to Zhao Feng.

By convention, they want to indulge once. Every time a disaster comes, Jun Muchen regards it as the end of his life. No one can guarantee whether he can survive.

Zhao Feng went happily. The princess said that the cold poison was not incurable. Now that the little miracle doctor came, he probably had more confidence.

Soon all kinds of delicacies were put on the table, and there were two pots of hot wine. Gan Lin suddenly added a few medicinal meals and asked with a smile, "why, Prince Yun's house has changed a new cook who knows medical skills? Such warm and nourishing food is really of great benefit to you. "

Zhao Feng said as he poured wine in a pot, "this is the idea of our prospective princess. She also specially prepared several flower teas for my prince, saying that they have the effect of warming up and detoxifying."

Gan Lin was more and more surprised: "why, you prospective princess still have this ability to master the art of astragaly?"

Jun Mu Chen smiled: "it's really a bit strange. It's not surprising that Miss Qianjin can read needlework, read poetry and paint, but she knows medical skills, but it doesn't make sense. The strangest thing is that you say she is proficient in medical science. When talking about this, she sometimes looks at a loss. You say she doesn't know anything. There's still some truth in what she makes. "

Gan Lin thought, "maybe I read some idle books in private and learned some fur. I don't know."

Jun Mu Chen nodded. Gan Lin's guess was very reasonable, but he vaguely felt that it was not so simple. When she broke the temple, she just rubbed and knocked on several acupoints to ease his pain. If she had no experience, she could not do it.

"Lord Gan, the princess said that the cold poison of my Lord is not incurable, but she hasn't thought of a better way for the time being." Zhao Feng relayed Liu Ruoxi's original words.

Gan Lin's heart was shocked. This is not what people who only have a little knowledge of medical skills can say.

"You princess, it's really strange. I'd like to see you earlier." Gan Lin was aroused curiosity.

Ganlin has a good capacity for drinking. Zhao Feng serves him attentively and soon sees the bottom of a pot of wine.

Jun Mu Chen just tasted it. He was never greedy, and only with Ganlin could he drink more.

Drinking needs a confidant.

"Jun Mu Chen, I met a strange man during my trip to the south of the Yangtze River. He can see the sky and judge good and bad luck. I'll introduce you when I get the chance." Gan Lin thought of one thing.

Jun Mu Chen waved his hand: "if he says I am blessed and profound, do we believe it or not?"

The future is empty. He doesn't know which day he can survive.

"I said your birthday." Gan Lin seemed to say something irrelevant.

Jun Mu Chen was very dissatisfied, "Ganlin, how dare you betray the king?"

Can this be nonsense?

Gan Lin shook his head again and again: "betray? I gave a lot of money back to others. Don't tell me. I've never seen a fortune teller with such a high divination gift kill me a sum of silver. "

Jun Mu Chen looked at Gan Lin like a fool. There was a supervisor in the imperial court. He also knew a master with profound cultivation and insight. It's not a word to ask for divination?

Gan Lin saw through his mind and said with disdain: "those talents raised by the royal family can't believe it. They just talk nonsense about what you like to listen to, so as to make you happy one by one."

Jun Mu Chen's temple "suddenly" jumps. Is that why he believes in those Jianghu warlocks?

They don't speak well? Do you feel comfortable spending money to listen to some mean words? Didn't you spend your money in vain?

Gan Lin stopped his chopsticks, looked at Jun Muchen carefully, and then nodded: "well, he said you were ill fated. You can't live in a weak year without the help of noble people. Think about it, it's really accurate! "

Jun Mu Chen snorted coldly: "everyone in Linan knows that the king experienced life and death disaster when he was twelve years old."

Do you believe that? Is Gan Lin stupid?

Gan Lin paused and said slowly, "but I didn't tell him your identity. Is it because your eight characters are well known?"

It's impossible for you to admire Chen. This kind of thing, only their relatives know.

"Master Gan, what else did the man say?" Zhao Feng said carefully and secretly went to see Jun Mu Chen's face.

Needless to say, he was more concerned about the safety of the Lord in the future.

Gan Lin is somewhat proud. He is hidden in the city and small in the wild. The real master is among the people. For example, which imperial doctor in the palace can match his master's ability? I don't think I deserve to lift shoes.

Also, who is more famous than a sword of heaven and earth?

So he can't say what he dug must be a baby, at least a wizard.

Gan Lin said, "the master also said that your master has a strange life style and often has noble people to help him, because he himself is the real noble person."

Jun Mu Chen shook his wrist and shot out a glass of wine.

Zhao Feng's frightened face turned white, but he didn't dare to say this. The emperor is at the peak of spring and autumn. Who dares to think he is a real noble except the emperor of the ninth five year old?

"Ganlin, do you think I've lived a long life? If this word is heard, I will be speechless. " Jun Mu Chen stared at him and warned him.

"Oh, oh," Gan Lin shouted twice before he realized that he could eat without saying anything.

"Jun Mu Chen, but I believe that man's words. You don't know, he is the disciple of Taoist priest Qingxu."