Invincible drunk

From that day on, the number of people in Prince Ding's Mansion became even fewer.

Jingheng once asked whether to add some manpower to Prince Ding's Mansion but was rejected. Jinghe's reason is very simple: people are more expensive than fine people.

Thinking of the forces behind those people found out, Jingheng stopped talking, but mentioned that if Jinghe is in better health, he should go to the palace.

Jinghe knew that his aunt would be worried when she heard about those drugs, so she responded with a smile.

"By the way, let your little doctor also enter the palace together." Before leaving, Jing Heng said suddenly: "After all, where is the concubine mother..." The two of them knew what happened next.

After nodding his head in agreement, Jinghe handed over the brochure for entering the palace to visit his aunt.

Because Jinghe's body has always been weak and he couldn't bear to get up and down, Emperor Ming also spared him the daily morning court and greetings, so Jinghe seldom entered the palace. For people in the palace, the more impeccable the etiquette is, the less trouble will be avoided.

The booklet will be ready soon.

Huan Lan felt a headache when he heard that Jinghe had sent someone to tell them that they entered the palace together every day.

...Is it really okay for a man to come and go in and out of the inner palace so casually?

Even though he was thinking this way, Huan Lan started to prepare the things he would bring into the palace tomorrow.

Early the next morning, when Jinghe heard that King Ding was invited, he rubbed his face, and when he walked out the door, he took a photo of the big cat that was dozing in the den.

Jing He frowned slightly as he looked at the young man's old clothes, but he didn't say anything, he just pointed to the chair beside him and said, "Sit down."

Huan Lan sat down as she said, and listened to Lu Luo who was beside her saying: "My lord, can you start spreading the breakfast?"

"Let's pass it on." Jing He rubbed his temples and said in a low voice.

Huan Lan knew that the other party must have just woken up and had poor blood circulation, so she went over and massaged some acupuncture points on Jing He's head, and asked, "Is the dizziness any better?"

"En." The other party raised his head slightly, and his frown gradually relaxed.

The maids filed in one after another, put the breakfast on the table and exited silently.

"Let's have breakfast first." Jing He stretched out his hand to hold Huan Lan's hand, and said slowly.

"Aren't you going to enter the palace?" Huan Lan twitched her mouth as she looked at the delicious breakfast.

"Father and the others should still be in the morning court... There is no rush. You can have breakfast with the king before we talk about it."

But aren't they going to visit Concubine Ling?

Huan Lan sighed silently and sat down at the table.

Crystal Shrimp Dumplings, Sanxian Xiaolong, Ruyi Cake, Bergamot Golden Rolls, Pigeng Porridge...

Looking at the food, Huan Lan didn't know what to do for a while.

Seeing his appearance was very interesting, Jing He pointed at a plate of Poria cocos cake and said with a smile, "Try this."

Huan Lan took a piece and tasted it carefully, only to find that it was very delicate.

Poria cocos, lotus seeds, Gorgon fruit and other things in Fuling cake are all ground into pieces, so it tastes extremely delicious.

"How?" Jinghe asked.

"Delicious." Huan Lan replied simply.

Hearing this answer, Jinghe didn't know how to respond. In the past, those who were invited at palace banquets were full of compliments. Even those officials who were invited for his birthday banquet would politely express their words. I thought in my heart, but how did I get to this little doctor, just two words.

"What else?" Jing He smiled slightly.

"This pastry invigorates the spleen and oozes dampness, soothes the mind and calms the nerves. The prince can eat more." Huan Lan gnawed a piece of pastry slowly, raised his head and smiled.

"This jujube paste yam cake is also good, try it?" Jing He didn't expect him to say such a sentence, but was taken aback for a moment.

This little doctor seems to have himself in mind all the time.

Jinghe raised his eyebrows and smiled, and also picked up a piece of Poria cocos cake and ate it.

The taste is really good...

After breakfast, the two entered the palace in a carriage.

Concubine Ling in Changle Palace had been waiting for a long time, and when she heard the announcement from the palace maid outside, she did not wait for the two of them to go in, but actually came out in person.

After Jinghe and Huanlan saluted, they were led to the palace by Concubine Ling.

Huan Lan knew that with his current status, it was not worthy for Concubine Ling to let go of her figure. The reason why she was so polite to herself was because she had healed King Ding, and also because of the face of King Ding and King Zhao. up.

After all, most of the reason is because of His Royal Highness Dingwang.

"He'er, I haven't seen you for a long time, but I've grown a lot taller..." Su Jinse's eyes turned red before she could finish her sentence.

The unexplained death of Su Jinhuan back then was a great blow to Su Jinse, and Su Jinhuan's only child was sick all year round. For so many years, Su Jinse was not without guilt.

According to her and her sister's wish back then, they just hoped that their children would stay away from the harem disputes and live a peaceful life, but they were still too naive after all.

After giving birth to a prince, no matter how low-key and forbearing you are, you will stand on the cusp of the storm.

After talking for a few words, Jinghe explained why he brought Huanlan here.

He also explained in the notebook, so Su Jinse nodded and let Huan Lan feel the pulse.

Huan Lan took his pulse carefully, but glanced at Jinghe solemnly.

"How? But what's wrong?" Jing He's heart skipped a beat when he saw his appearance.

"It's nothing serious, it's just that the concubine Ling has the same medicine as the prince." Huan Lan lowered his head and thought for a moment, "What kind of food does the empress use all the time?"

"I don't like that all the time." Concubine Ling frowned and thought: "It's the meal, how bold is that person to play tricks inside?"

The entrance of meals in this palace has always been extremely careful, even this kind of medicine should be detected.

Huan Lan pursed her lips, but smelled a fragrance from Concubine Ling's body. She was stunned for a moment, and her mind quickly rummaged through various medicinal materials and their effects.

"May I ask where you got the incense from?" Huan Lan didn't know that he was overstepping the rules by asking, but Concubine Ling just glanced at him and said calmly: "This incense is a gift from the emperor, but there is a What's wrong?"

"Can you show the grass people the spices?"

When Concubine Ling heard this, she asked a court lady to hold a small box, which was no more than the size of a palm, and when it was opened, a faint fragrance radiated from it.

Huan Lan twirled a little spice with her hands and sniffed it lightly. After a while, she shook her head and said, "There is nothing wrong with this spice."

Nothing wrong with the spices, that's where something else went wrong.

Concubine Ling simply asked someone to bring the incense burner with carved plum blossoms and folded branches.

Huan Lan looked at the unburned ashes in the censer, sniffed lightly, and said in a low voice, "There is a lot of smell in this spice."

Baiwei is a medicinal herb that grows in southern Xinjiang and is extremely common.

Its juice is colorless and odorless, and it is of little use in daily life.

But everyone did not expect that this hundred tails mixed with some medicinal materials can make people's body gradually weak.

After tossing and tossing for a long time, Concubine Ling also guessed who made the move. Seeing her tired face, Jinghe left.

Sitting in the carriage, Huan Lan quietly looked at Jing He's profile, and suddenly said, "I'll prepare some medicine bags for you to wear on your body some day. Although it can't prevent all kinds of poisons, at least it's useful."

Jing He looked at the serious look on the young doctor's face, but smiled: "That's it, thank you very much."

The sun gradually went down.

As the sun sets, the tired bird returns home.