"Do you really want to marry the prince?" Bei Mingxiao straightened his face, his face was paler, unlike An Xia's disguised weakness, but looked straight at An Xia.
He knew from the first sight of An Xia that this woman was not a good kind.
An Xia raised her head to look at Bei Mingxiao, her brows and her eyes were a little unhappy: "What does this mean?"
Even if this man is the prince, she would not care about his identity, and still lack face.
"It's nothing." Bei Mingxiao's face darkened, and the eyebrows and eyes were a little bit colder, but he didn't have any seizures. He just stared at An Xia: "Your father has asked the second lady to try on the wedding dress. I'm so prepared."
"What's the matter with Concubine Yan?" An Xia knew that An Shucheng would do this without guessing. She didn't care, she had already figured out how to deal with it. At this time, she wanted to know where Concubine Yan was. Green onion.
Bei Mingxiao didn't answer immediately, but paused for a while, just looking at An Xia, I don't know when there was a fan in his hand, and he shook it again and again, as if thinking about something.
Seeing this, An Xia didn't bother him, and let him stand there to sort out his thoughts. He ran to remind himself yesterday. If you want to come, you must know this Concubine Yan.
After a while, Bei Mingxiao didn't speak, An Xia couldn't help feeling a little anxious, she was very calm, and Bei Mingxiao seemed to be more patient than her.
Getting up from the couch, An Xia walked to Bei Mingxiao, and she was close. An Xia also saw it clearly. Bei Mingxiao's weakness was clearly not a disease. If he guessed right, it should be poisoned.
The dignified son is poisoned without treatment? Do the imperial physicians in the palace eat idle meals?
Suspicious for a while, and then one step forward: "Can I give you a pulse?"
She wanted to verify her guess.
Bei Mingxiao was also looking at An Xia. At this time, when she heard her say this, he was obviously taken aback. It seems that he didn't ask her to give her pulse, and she was inquiring about Concubine Yan, but suddenly said she wanted to give her pulse. This change Somewhat suddenly.
After a pause, he straightened his face and said, "What did Miss Ann see?"
He has also seen An Xia’s ability, but he can tell from his face alone, Bei Mingxiao still doesn’t believe it. There are so many great doctors in the palace, and there are many people with superb medical skills, but no one can tell at a glance. Come, even the pulse number may not know the specific condition of his body.
But An Xia is different. An Xia not only understands medicine but also plays with poison. Her biggest hobby is to develop various poisons and antidote.
"I know it after I have passed the pulse." It can be said that An Xia is also obsessed with medicine. There is a patient in front of her. Of course she does not want to miss it, especially this patient will be very challenging.
After hesitating again, Bei Mingxiao sat down at the table, and An Xia stepped forward and began to signal her pulse with a serious face.
From the beginning to the end, An Xia's expression did not change at all, making Bei Mingxiao a little puzzled, not caring about other things, just staring at her.
After retracting his hand, An Xia raised his eyebrows: "Someone is conditioning your body."
"How is it?" Bei Mingxiao was also very calm, but his eyes had betrayed him. He seemed to be nervous about this. It wasn't his own body that was nervous, but the person, the imperial doctor who treated him in his body!
Shaking his head, An Xia squinted her eyes: "I think, if you use his prescription, you may not survive the crown prince."
This is a bit reckless. After all, the prince ascended to the throne was aware of the death of the old emperor. If such words were passed to the palace, An Xia would not have enough heads to cut.
Bei Mingxiao's half-clenched fist squeezed sharply, a coldness flashed under his eyes, and he looked straight at An Xia: "You don't want to live anymore."
"I'm telling the truth." An Xia didn't care at all: "Aren't you still suspicious? Otherwise, would you still use me to signal your pulse?"
She only wore a white shirt, her face was calm, her features were elegant, and her temperament was delicate. Looking at An Xia like this made Bei Mingxiao's anger a little bit relieved. He is indeed still suspicious of the doctor who is treating him now. The officer, otherwise, wouldn't be surprised by her medical skills and offer cooperation after seeing An Xia in the chaotic graves in the middle of the night.
You must know that in this way, he will not only get involved in Anfu's affairs, but will also be involved in the prince battle.
After all, An Xia is the future prince, and as long as An Xia's methods are hard enough and no accidents happen, she will surely marry into the East Palace smoothly.
"Do you have a way?" Bei Mingxiao's complexion darkened a bit. It was pale and blue, and it became a bit colder, making people afraid to approach it easily.
An Xia also frowned slightly, and had been in contact with Bei Mingxiao several times, and understood that his status was extraordinary. Only then did he feel the coercion, the aura from a high man, and the majesty of the royal family.
"I'm not a savior." An Xia shrugged and smiled while looking out the window.
"Don't worry, this king's secret guard is outside. If someone is coming, he will notify this king in advance." Bei Mingxiao's voice was lowered a bit, bringing chills, and his complexion became a little deeper. , He was suppressing his anger and was born in the royal family. No one would dare to treat him like An Xia.
However, everything he has now is an illusion, but he just knew it.
A medical officer in a hospital would dare to do something with his prescription, thinking about it, someone must be supporting him, then, in the palace, besides the emperor, it is the queen and the prince...
He didn't dare to think about it any more, so he calmed down and looked at An Xia: "Let's talk about it, what conditions."</p>
