Chapter 675 Sitting on the Land and the Beauty (94)

The emotion in Wen Xian's eyes was very light.

In these beautiful and narrow eyes, there is no trace of nostalgia for this child, but only full of love and distress for this woman.

to be honest.

Wen Xian really couldn't say that he couldn't let go of this child against his will.

He is willing to give up, he is very willing to give up!

He wished that this child had never come to this world.

Wen Xian's hand gently held Fu Yue's finger and said, "You haven't asked for Ping An's pulse today, have you? I just happened to meet an imperial doctor from the imperial hospital on the way here, so I asked her to come over. At this time, I was waiting If she’s outside, let her come and get a safe pulse, right?”

Fu Yue nodded obediently.

Anyway, it was useless for her to refuse, so she might as well not be a monster.

After the imperial doctor came in.

Fu Yue found that it was a familiar face. Isn’t this the girl from that night?

After the imperial doctor asked for Ping An's pulse, her expression suddenly changed. There was undisguised horror in her eyes, and she knelt down with a thud.

"Your Majesty, this, this -"

Wen Xian suddenly asked, "What's wrong?"

The imperial doctor hesitated to say anything, and cold sweat kept breaking out on his forehead, "Damn it, I, I misdiagnosed Your Majesty a few days ago."

Fu Yue silently lit some wax for the imperial doctor in her heart, but her face remained calm, "What's wrong? Please tell me clearly, and I will forgive your guilt."

Doctor Bai bowed deeply and said in panic: "Your Majesty, Wei Chen, Wei Chen has diagnosed... You are not happy."

Wen Xian: "???"

Fu Yue, the boss who mastered the script: "..."

There was another burst of chaos.

Almost the entire Imperial Hospital was informed that they had come to Chaoyang Palace.

It's the same group of imperial doctors from before.

One person changed the other, but they all said, "Your Majesty, you have never been happy."

Fu Yue didn't say much.

Wen Xian took the lead in raising his sleeves and smashed the tea cup on the table towards the group of imperial doctors. Low Qi's clear voice slowly sounded, "A bunch of trash! I can understand a misdiagnosis, but how come all of you have misdiagnosed it?"

The doctors knelt down one by one.

The oldest and most experienced imperial doctor in the lead explained: "Reporting to Mr. Feng, Your Majesty's pulse is very strange. Last time, I did diagnose that it was a happy pulse, but now it's not the same again for some reason. I'm really scared because of my lack of talent and knowledge." .”

Fu Yue knew it was time for her to appear.

She stretched out her hand to hold one of Wen Xian's sleeves and said, "Don't blame them. It's probably due to my physical condition. It's common for my pulse to be disordered. There's no need to be so angry. Isn't it a good thing that I'm not pregnant?" "

Wen Xian looked back at Fu Yue, and then hummed softly.

Well-behaved and something like that.

Fu Yue waved her hands towards the group of imperial doctors and motioned for them to leave.

After the door is closed.

Fu Yue opened her lips and was about to say something, but was shocked by Wen Xian's next move, and her words got stuck in her throat.

Fu Yue was sitting on the couch.

Wen Xian knelt down directly, stretched out his arms to hug her, and then rested his head obediently on Fu Yue's lap. His hair was soft and smooth, tickling her body when she touched it.

"I am so happy."

Fu Yue: "????"

This is a little different from what she imagined!

Fu Yue asked honestly: "Happy? Why are you happy? Don't you think I'm lying to you?"

He laughed when he heard the string.

Those beautiful and narrow eyes were like abyss, and the eyes looking at Fu Yue were full of tenderness, making people want to be intoxicated.