Your Majesty, your plug-in has reached [Quick Transmigration]

Thinking of this, Lan Pei nodded thoughtfully.

That's right, it must be like this, otherwise... how could the king not set foot in the harem for a long time.During these three years, no child was born in the palace.

He looked at Ying Zheng with a lot of sympathy...

As a man, he understands.Even if this kind of thing is put into modern times, it is still taboo, let alone this time?

I'm afraid that the king, who is so beautiful in the past, would not even dare to see an imperial doctor!

Ying Zheng was baffled by him, frowned and said, "Is this soup not good?"

"Very good." Lan Pei rolled his eyes, but decided to mention something to the king.

At any rate, he also learned some medical skills, which might come in handy.

"My lord, I often read medical books in my spare time, and I have a little success. I don't know, can I give you a diagnosis and treatment?" He asked carefully, for fear of poking Ying Zheng's sore spot.

Unexpectedly, Ying Zheng smiled generously: "You want to try your half-baked medical skills on the widow?"

Lan Pei hurriedly said, "I dare not."

"Why don't you dare? Then try."

Ying Zheng stretched out his white and slender wrist, and Lan Pei quickly put down the bowl in his hand, and put his hand on his wrist.

Well, the pulse condition is strong, you should be in good health?

If he continued to build, he looked confused.

Ying Zheng is in good health!Judging from this pulse, it is not a problem to live to a hundred years old!

"Your Majesty is in good health." Strange... Could it be that he was thinking about it?Mrs. Hu just used this chicken soup with aphrodisiac medicine to invite pets?

However, Ying Zheng became interested: "In this case, how about I call the imperial physician Ling Cheng and compete with you?"

Lan Pei was dumbfounded.

"Chen... I only learned a little... and it's getting so late, I want to sleep..."

On that fair and delicate face, there were traces of grievances.

Hey, I don't want to be such a bully.

"Then another day." It was obvious that Ying Zheng's interest hadn't subsided at all.

"It's getting late, you should rest earlier."

After leaving the uterus, An Yuan asked cautiously, "My lord, where are you going next?"

Ying Zheng gave him a blank look: "Didn't you hear that Master Lan is sleepy? He will be sleepy, but won't I be sleepy?"

"Go back to the palace and go to bed!"

"promise!"

With a mournful face, An Yuan followed Ying Zheng away.Every day the king doesn't favor his concubines, he will be slapped more and more every day!

On this day, Ying Zheng received Meng Yi.

"Your Majesty, how are you doing these days?"

They have been friends for many years, and they spoke very casually: "I am very kind. But you, why are you getting thinner?"

Although Meng Yi came from a family of military generals, his physical strength has been poor since he was a child, so he did not practice martial arts but studied literature.Every time a season changes, he has to get sick.

"I had a minor illness not long ago." Meng Yi didn't care.

When you are sick, you will get used to it.

"By the way, Your Majesty." Meng Yi put forward his intention of coming, "A few days ago I met Lord Lan in the Meng Mansion, and we had a very happy chat. When you enter the palace today, why don't you call him over and let's talk together. .”

Ying Zheng thought for a while: "Let's go to the palace! Fu Su should be studying."

"I remember, your knowledge is not bad. Why don't you... study him?"

"Very good." Meng Yi nodded.He also wanted to see, how much does His Highness the Crown Prince who was taught by that Master Lan weigh?

When the two arrived, Fusu happened to have finished his half-hour study and was having tea and snacks.

Meng Yi blinked: "Your Highness!"