Chapter 198: The word love is charming

Nangong Jingnv came out of the Royal Hospital, and all the Royal Doctors knelt down in the courtyard.
Maybe the princess in the folk is no more honorable than the prince, but in this inner court everyone is clear: as long as the new emperor does not ascend the throne, Nangong Jingnv will always be the second person, even the original holy pet. It is also difficult for Ya Guifei to shake her.
Compared with the rage when she came, the mood of Nangong Jingnu was obviously different when she left.
Nangong Jingnv sat silent on the sedan chair and said nothing. Qiu Ju called it twice and did not agree. The owner said, "Go back to the Palace of Ming."
Qi Yan did have Shen Shen in his body, but the imperial doctor said that it was unlikely to be caused by the epidemic.
It would be better if one of the royal doctors said so. The three senior doctors of the royal hospital all thought so, which puzzled Nangong Jingnv.
However, after repeated questioning by Nangong Jingnv, Wang Yuyi didn't dare to kill him in the end. Although he had a conclusion in his mind, seeing His Royal Highness cares so much about the horse, he didn't dare to say too much.
What if you make a wrong diagnosis ... isn't it a matter of life?
Based on the idea of ​​not seeking meritorious service but seeking perfection, Wang Yuyi also said: The medical science is profound and profound, and the subordinates dare not fully determine the cause of the grandma. Maybe it was the strange medicine used by the exorcist who saved the horse, or it might be the adjustment made by Ding Yi who was responsible for the health of the horse ...
The other two vice presidents met and agreed. The responsibility was directly passed on to Mask Man and Ding Yi.
Why can't the mind of the girl of Enomiya Palace see these twists and turns? But when she encountered Qi Yan, Nangong Jingnv instinctively beautified and whitewashed her heart, unwilling to doubt.
In these seven years, Qi Yandai himself said that he was excellent. For example, the trickling mountain spring silently penetrates into every corner of Nangong Jingnv's life. Although there have been some dissatisfaction, now Nangong Jingnv has realized some husbands and wives: lips and teeth are still interdependent, let alone two people?
Although this relationship is not easy, compared to countless finger marriages that have existed in the past dynasties, she is already very happy. At least they have each other in their hearts and their personalities match.
Since the beginning of the road of the emperor, Nangong Jingnu has grown a lot. She understands why everyone speaks: the most ruthless emperor's house.
Qi Yan became the last adherence of Nangong Jingnv to break this old saying. Nangong Jingnv was convinced that she and Qi Yan would be different.
In recent years, all the good Nangong Jingnv girls who have treated themselves like this are remembered in the heart: they wait indulgently on the palace road, and take care of themselves when they fall. Complaint ... Until recently, Qi Yan dragged the sick body's forward-looking words.
How can such a person doubt Nangong Jingnu?
Nangong Jingnv quickly concluded that the three royal doctors must have made a mistake, and waited until Qi Yan's royal medical officer Ding Yi came back to ask for more information.
Nangong Jingnu pulled away from her thoughts: Qi Yan's disease must be caused by the epidemic, otherwise how is her look different from ordinary people?
In the end, the calmness of Nangong Jingnv was diluted by love again. Although she did not understand medicine, it was determined from Qi Yan's eyes that the other's illness must be caused by the epidemic. Otherwise, how could people's eyes be so shocked?
If Nangong Jingnv can love Qi Yan a little, if she can't believe Qi Yan so much, just derivate it a little bit in reverse, and perhaps get the deepest truth.
Is Qi Yan's gaze caused by the epidemic, or is Qi Yan's lie due to the epidemic?
There was only a small bend between the two, but Nangong Jingnv failed to turn around, and stuck her ... it was the feeling that penetrated into the heart and lungs and carved into the bones and blood.
Seven years of marriage, whether Qi Yan or Nangong Jingnv ... Never said "love" to the other person once, so what?
This little bend between the cause and the eyes, maybe Nangong Jingnv will be able to turn around the next day, or maybe ... she can't see through her life.
Where is Ding Hui?
How could there be funeral leave for Ding Yan who was raised and raised by a maskless person without a father and mother? Where is he?
In a secluded temple in Gyeonggi, a group of beggars in different clothes gathered at different ages.
One autumn rain and one winter cold, the coolness after autumn makes people caught off guard. These beggars have no food or clothing all day long, and even small changes in the weather can affect them.
With a squeak, the door of the ruined temple was pushed open, and a soap shoe crossed the threshold of dilapidated disrepair and appeared in an incompatible environment.
There was a stench in the air, and the people did not cause the beggars in the ruined temple to react.
Some half-old children nestled in their mother's arms, and some were sleeping, but all awake beggars were dull and empty.
Ding Yi raised his sleeve to cover his mouth and nose, and he was scorned: The host was right, Wei Guo was about to die. It's less than two hundred miles from the capital here, so many beggars have gathered here.
Ding Hui unloaded the basket on his back, and suddenly sat up near the nearest beggar, his eyes glowed and his nose fluttered.
Ding Hui backed out, and his other foot didn't even step into the ruined temple.
There was a tumult in the ruined temple. When the beggars saw the contents of the basket, the beggars were embarrassed and rushed up, full of baskets of buns! White noodle big buns!
A slightly stronger beggar grabbed the edge of the basket with one hand, grabbed a bun in the other hand, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed desperately, and grabbed one of his mouths in spite of his raised cheeks. , And with that dirty hand, grabbed a lot of buns and stuffed them into his arms ...
The beggars had long leaked the water around the basket, and some women who could not squeeze in shouted in despair at the periphery.
The men who can squeeze around the basket are all men's. Their actions and behavior are similar to those of the first beggar.
Finally, I do n’t know who the bun in his arms broke the already decaying fabric, and the bun was scattered all over the place. The beggar screamed in despair and had to cover his chest with his hands, but couldn't grab it anymore.
The eyes of a few and a half-year-old children drilled through the gaps of adults □□, without fear of being stepped on. They picked up buns on the ground and put them in their mouths. Then they could pick up how much they could not take. He crawled back and handed it to his mother, and then immediately drilled back to pick up buns on the ground.
"It's meat!" Someone shouted, and the beggars became even more crazy.
A basket of buns was quickly divided up, and the beggars or two or three or two, or narrowed in the corner alone.
Some have their backs facing the crowd, while others look at the front vigilantly, and keep stuffing buns in their mouths, eating oily, muddy buns and squeezing along the corners of their mouths. He came out and choked back with dirty fingers.
Suddenly, a beggar suddenly made a choking sound, his hands holding his neck and showing pain, but he clenched his teeth tightly and refused to spit out the buns in his mouth.
After a while, the beggar fell to the ground. People who haven't eaten for too long can't help eating this way.
When the beggar fell, the people next to him rushed up and searched for the buns scattered from him in the blink of an eye.
As for the life and death of this beggar, no one cares.
This ruined temple is dead every day, starving, stealing and grabbing things and being caught and beaten badly, every day.
I have seen more and I am used to it.
Sustaining death is better than starvation. No one takes it as a precaution, and everyone is gorging.
After a while, despair erupted in the ruined temple ...
Lei Ding, who was leaning next to the tree, took out the small hourglass in his arms and recorded the time. He waited for a while before he came to the ruined temple again, glanced down the cracked door, and the beggar lay on its side.
Ding Ling left without looking back. At the same time three days later, he came to the ruined temple again with a leather water bottle, and the beggars inside remained the same three days ago.
Ding Yi took the veil and tied it to his face. After entering the ruined temple, he opened the kettle, took a special thin bamboo tube, and poured the liquid in the kettle into the beggars' mouths.
That's right, Ding Wei has developed several fake prescriptions. This is the third time that he has experimented with beggars.
After filling the beggars with medicine, Ding Yue turned out of the ruined temple, still leaning on the dead tree three days ago, looked up at the hour.
Two hours later, Ding Hui returned to the ruined temple, one by one breathed out the beating pulses of the beggars, and angrily "snapped": "Failed again."
Torches were thrown on the straw piles, and the dry wooden structure of the temple was burning.
Although Ding Yan was inferior to Qi Yan, his heart completely turned into a mask man who raised him.
Ding Yu was originally from the Wei Kingdom, but under the guidance of the Masked Man, he did not have the slightest recognition or even aversion to this country.
In order to ensure that the fake prescription is not leaked, even the failed prescription, Ding Yi will set a fire each time and burn it completely.
Ding Yan didn't tell Qi Yan about his plan. Qi Yan thought that Ding Yan left after listening to his advice, and he didn't know what Qi Yan would think after knowing everything.
Nangong Jingnv came to Qi Yan every morning, but Qi Yan's complexion did not improve.
Heart disease is difficult to heal, for Qi Yan at this time: Nangong Jingnv is undoubtedly an alcoholic existence.
Qi Yan waits for Nangong Jingnv to come every day, cherishing every moment with each other.
However, when the night is quiet, Qi Yan will think about her and Nangong Jingnu's future, and her heart will deepen.
The Royal Hospital's Wang Yuyi diagnosed: Qi Yan's condition is already very good, but Qi Yan's internal organs are entangled with depression, which will make Qi Yan's color so bad.
After listening to this, Nangong Jingnian became furious, and she felt that the so-called dean was not useful anymore, and she wondered whether to post a royal list to find a famous doctor.
But before that, Nangong Jingnv followed Qi Yan's plan and gave the imperial decree in the tone of Nangong Rang: Princess Qionghua Nangong Su and her eldest son Shangguanfu returned to Beijing to reunite.
In North Korea, Qi Yan personally communicated with the generals, and the mobilization of local troops could no longer be dragged on.
The book of impeachment for Qi Yan by the Ministry of Defense and the Ministry of Criminal Law was almost a day, and the wording became more earnest: If the Garrison Relations Agency was stable, if His Majesty did not punish him, everyone would be able to sue. The country of terror will not be a country ...
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The family of the best friend who grew up together died. When I was a kid, I always went to their homes to have dinner and treat me very well.
I will go to the funeral home for a while to see if my friend's mood is stable, and then I can decide whether to update tomorrow.
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