Transmigrate to be Queen

After hearing Ning Xiaoman's words, doctor Meng really didn't dare to say the conclusion easily. If the third prince had something bad, he didn't keep people and went early, he would really suffer an unwarranted disaster. It's not worth it.

Doctor Meng once again examined his pulse, and then he threw his fist back to the emperor,

"Your Majesty, the third prince's injury is indeed a little serious. He doesn't dare to promise that he will recover. Take medicine for a few days first. If it gets better, it would be great."

This is somewhat ambiguous. In the emperor's ears, the third son is a little bad. He has to observe it for a few days, which makes the emperor's heart lift,

"Doctor Meng, anyway, I have to let him live well. Just treat him well. I will satisfy you with whatever herbs and tools you want. As long as you are good."

When Meng Taiyi's words were heard in Ning Xiaoman's ears, it was a success. I hope to make persistent efforts. I pulled the hand rejected by Meng Taiyi and held it tightly in the palm of my hand. Ning Xiaoman didn't even dare to lift his head, for fear that the excitement on his face would be seen by the emperor or the doctor.

Although Zheng Fusheng is also injured now, knowing that his life is not in danger, Ning Xiaoman doesn't worry too much. Instead, he is worried that he can't pass the level of lying. Now that he can settle it so smoothly, Ning Xiaoman is more excited. At least he doesn't have to lose his head immediately.

"You are so worried. Didn't I say that I have everything."

As soon as Zheng Fusheng shook his hand, Zheng Fusheng returned to Ning Xiaoman. Ning Xiaoman wouldn't care about these with him. Now she's only happy.

With doctor Meng standing in the way, the royal doctor didn't verify his condition at first, but he didn't get any more blame. He just asked him to go back and study hard and forbid him to receive treatment within half a year. The royal doctor went happily. This head can be saved. It's really lucky that he didn't go out for half a year. Now he's willing to let him out of the imperial medical department.

"I've just read the prescription. There's nothing wrong with the prescription just now. I'll change two kinds of medicine to make the medicine more mild. Let your highness three drink it for two days and raise it. When your highness three is stronger and can carry the medicine, let's change the medicine again. I hope your highness three can be safe."

The Emperor himself is not a doctor, so he can only listen to the imperial doctor. There is no other way,

"All right, Aiqing, do as you say. In short, just cure the third prince. I only look at the results."

After making the final summary, the emperor said hello to Ning Xiaoman and went out of the house.

"Princess, I'll go to make medicine for the third prince in that humble position. Please be relieved. The third prince just looks dangerous. It should be OK to take tonic for two days. Don't worry too much."

Doctor Meng thought the princess was afraid of what she said just now, so she comforted her before she left.

"Thank you, doctor Meng. Your highness pointed to you all. It's bothering you."

When Meng Taiyi got the emperor's common sense, it was just the identity of a minister. He didn't dare to drag it up in front of the princess. When he saw the princess saluting him, he immediately avoided his body and quickly gave a deep salute.

"The princess is a slave. Your highness three is the master. It's right to do your best in a humble position, but you can't accept the courtesy of the princess. I'll go to make medicine in a humble position. Your highness three will certainly recover soon."

Afraid that the third princess would be polite to herself again, doctor Meng quickly withdrew.

"Fu Sheng, everyone has gone."

Put the wooden bell outside the door and guard it. Ning Xiaoman gently stroked Zheng Fusheng's face with his hand and said it gently in his ear. Ning Xiaoman felt that he would still speak and look closer.

Although the heart brought by that kind of skin blind date has a sharp connection, which will give people a mysterious sense of happiness that only I understand you, it is far better to look at you so closely and bring that kind of spiritual palpitation. It seems that when we look at each other, there will be more spiritual communication and tremor.

Zheng Fusheng on the bed tried to open his eyes and closed them for too long. The light in the room was dazzling. However, when he looked at Ning Xiaoman's face, his eyes twinkled, the corners of his mouth bent, and his eyes were full of smiles.

"You're still laughing. Make yourself like this. Look at this face. There's no blood color."

Ning Xiaoman is very unhappy. Zheng Fusheng makes a bet on his body. If he is seriously injured, who will he talk to at that time.

"I'm fine. I heard them say they want to do it. I chose the position in advance. Since I can block the sword for my father and don't hurt myself too badly, can't you believe my husband's Kung Fu?"

Zheng Fusheng took Man'er's hand and was reluctant to let go.

"Don't talk about this. Can you be hurt if you have good Kung Fu? I don't even believe this. How can I believe you? Next time you do this again, I won't care about you. I don't cherish my own body and point out that others love you?"

When Man'er said such angry words, Zheng Fusheng's heart was warm. Finally, someone could love himself so much. In the past, even if someone took care of him, he was all his followers. Such care was only loyalty to the master, but Man'er was different. Man'er's care for himself was the real love between his relatives.