The Prince Regent’s Violent Medical Consort

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Murong Jie returned to the palace with stars and stars.

Zi'an ordered people to warm up the dishes early, prepared the wine, and waited for him to return.

From the time of unitary time, I waited until the child's time to hear someone running fast outside.

Xiao Sun ran in and ran in, a small face smiled into a flower, "Princess, guess who is back?"

Zi An poked her head, "Who else can?"

Speaking, he ran out.

Xiao Sun said with a smile: "The Princess is too anxious."

Zi An hadn't ran out of the door of the Warm House, but only felt that the lights were shrouded in shadow.

Before he looked up, he was surrounded by a pair of iron walls in a spacious embrace.

The man hugged so hard that she almost couldn't breathe.

Zi An suddenly felt a mist in his eyes, holding him in his hands, and the dirt and dust breathed into his nose, sobbing and saying: "It's counted back."

"It's back, but tomorrow I have to go to the city gate and pretend to be tomorrow." Murong Jie's voice came from above his head. He originally came back from the horse. Because he didn't want to be known, he would sit back first. The carriage returned.

Because the emperor had already ordered people to go to the post on the way to say that no matter when he returned, in short, tomorrow morning, there will be a hundred officials to meet him at the gate.

He loosened Zi'an, supported her face, and looked greedily at the face that made people miss him, and said unhappily, "Thin!"

"Can't eat, miss you!" Zi An still choked, watching the beard growing on his face, more and more heroic.

I thought I was shaving when I came back to Beijing, but only a few days later, I grew up again.

"You know how to say a few good things." Murong Jie's eyes tightened, and she hugged her and walked to the house.

Xiaosun followed behind, quickly covering her eyes, "The slave-servant is outside, and the prince and princess are going to tell you, despite the shouting."

Murong Jie put down Zi An after entering the house, frowning: "What's the little girl thinking? Shouldn't it be that the king will be a beast when he comes back?"

Zi An smiled and shouted outside the door, "Xiao Sun, prepare hot water, the prince wants to bathe."

"Good!" Xiaosun went happily.

After sending Xiaosun, Grandma Yang arrived again, and she blessed herself when she entered the door. She said with joy: "The grandfather is considered to be back, but he can wear the princess's eyes."

Murong Jie sat on the chair and flew Zi An, "Are there any?"

"Why not? I have to read it at least thirty times a day, but no, I know the prince might come back today, and this pot has been cooking hot dishes."

"There is still wine!" Wang Jun appeared behind him, holding a jar of wine in his hand. Behind him, he followed several small servants who passed dishes.

Although Murong Jie was hungry, but he wanted to talk to Zi An before eating, but he saw a crowd of people in the courtyard pouring in, could not help but say: "Retreat first, and then eat again."

Grandma Yang made a big noise and said to Wang Jun: "Then withdraw first, let Grandpa take a breath and then eat."

Wang Jun raised his hand, "Okay, then withdraw first."

He just didn't go, just looked at Yangma with a smile.

Grandma Yang said: "Go first, go first, the princess waited all night for a night, and it would be fine to be hungry for a while."

Murong Jie heard the words, "Slow down, slow down!"

He looked at Zi An, "You didn't eat it?"

Zi An smiled and said: "Waiting for you to eat with me."

Murong Jie quickly beckoned, "What are you still doing? Serve, serve!"

Grandma Yang smiled and smiled, knowing that the prince must be nervous about the princess.

Two people, five dishes, and two cups of stew.

Grandma Yang smiled very mysteriously and said, "The big cup is the prince, the small cup is the princess."

Murong Jie swapped the stews in the two cups, and said to the son: "You drink big, drink more, and lean like that."

Grandma Yang quickly said: "It can make the unbelievable, the effect is different. This is the lord's ... It is for physical fitness, specially for men, and the woman can't take it. The woman is infirm and bloody. "

Murong Chi frowned, "Is there still this particular one?"

"Of course, of course, the princess has to adjust her body. The Queen Mother has said for a few days that the princess can't have children. She has already put two people in the palace and said that it is for your succession."

Grandma Yang has never been a talkative person, but she has to say this, but can't just watch the princess being bullied.

Murong Jie was really sullen, "What sect is passed on, what generation to receive? This Wang Chuanzong succumbed to her for her help? Send it back immediately, it's just nonsense."

Zi Andao: "Not busy, we don't lack this bowl of rice in our house, we keep it first."

There are still more things happening now, these little things can't be bothered.

"She went to the mansion, and you just accept it all?" Murong Jia stared at her.

Zi An poured wine for him personally, with a smile on his face like a flower, "Drink a glass to get rid of gas first, and I will tell you slowly."

She got up and said to Grandma Yang: "You go down first, there is no need to wait here."

Grandma Yang is lucky, "Yes, the slaves will retreat first, Princess ... you remember to drink soup."

Grandma Yang winked, and motioned her not to grieve herself.

Zi An knew of her worries and said with relief: "It's okay, I have a sense of justice."

Grandma Yang retreated with everyone.

Murong Zhen pulls her to sit down next to her and asks, "Did she get angry with you?"

Zi An Ning stared at him, darkened, but still handsome and amazing, "No, she wanted to give it, but I was not."

"Tomorrow the two will be taken away." Murong Jie frowned, "This king does not love strangers in the house."

"OK!" Zi An naturally didn't want to keep the two of them, but there were more important things right now.

"Drink the soup first." Murong Jie saw her face suddenly became heavy, and she knew she must have something to say, but she had to be full.

He poured the soup into the bowl himself, slowly stirred it with a spoon, and rose hotly. He blew a few times and handed the soup to Zian ’s lips, "drink."

"I'll come by myself!" Zi An reached for the spoon.

"Drink!" Murong Jie handed the spoon a little closer, authentically.

Zi Anqiao drank it with a smile, bit by bit, Murong Jie was feeding very slowly, Zi An drank very urgently, as if to complete the task.

These soups are medicinal dishes prepared by herself. They have been drinking for several days, and the taste is really unpleasant.

But, that cup of Murong Jie, but did not know what, it was Yang Ma's own stew.

After drinking a cup of soup, Zi An was almost half full. She opened the cup of Murong Jie and did not look at it. She just smelled the taste carefully and knew what medicine was used.

Cuscuta, Cistanche, Morinda, Eucommia ...

She laughed suddenly, "Ma'am Yang, are you underestimating our lord?"

Murong laughed suddenly when she saw her, and asked suspiciously: "What soup?"

"Strong and fit." Zi An smiled and said seriously, but couldn't hold the breeze at the corner of his brow.

Murong Jie stared at her and suddenly stood up, "Lao Tzu no longer eats." He hugged her and went to the inner room.