Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

Mo Qingfeng also glanced thoughtfully at the ink takeoff, his face under the veil, revealing a cold smile.

“Lord Gao, what is wrong with you? Lord Gao..."

“Quick, get a doctor! ”

All of a sudden, outside the palace, the court high royal history returned from the toilet and fainted at the door of the palace!

Chu Muchen's face changed dramatically. He rose up and swept away from the main position of the palace. Outside the corridor, a group of people surrounded the tall adults.

“What's going on? ”

Chu Muchen asked coldly, "Today is his birthday feast. Why is so many things happening?"

“Lord Eight, Lord Gao suddenly fainted and spit foam!” Master Li, who walked closer to Lord Gao on weekdays, said anxiously and anxiously.

Chu Muchen squatted down and picked up the wrist pulse of Lord Gao, his face was very heavy, “Dr. Liang! ”

“Weishen is here!” Mrs. Liang jumped out of the crowd and only responded.

“Medical help!” Chu Muchen got up and strictly ordered that the shady, handsome face made people feel that the cure was not good, Master Gao, and Mrs. Liang would never live.

“Yes… yes!” Mrs. Liang replied with a trembling voice, touching Chu Muchen's cold, shady eyes, her forehead suddenly sweating cold.

Today, in addition to Dr. Leung and Dr. Fu, two imperial physicians came to the Chu Muchen birthday banquet. During the foaming and fainting of the large population, Dr. Leung did not want to come out to cure him. Dr. Fu also had the same attitude.

Anyone who knows Lord Gao knows that he suffers from a strange disease, and Zhongmiu can't help his illness. Even Jianghu's famous Lang, known by the people as Shenzhen, can't cure his illness.

After Dr. Liang passed the pulse for Lord Gao, his face was blue and white, and the pulse of Master Gao was very messy. He looked like a dead man, and the pulse was so messy. In his years of experience as a medical practitioner, the tall man with many years of illness practiced martial arts, and there was a turmoil in his body that was hurting his true qi, like a monster swallowing his true qi in his body, once a person's real qi was not there, his life would end.

And there was a gas in him, and the reason he fainted, it had to do with the gas.

Mrs. Liang told Chu Muchen everything she knew in a frightened manner. After listening to Chu Muchen, her face was even more ugly. Is there poison gas in her body?

“Where did this gas come from?” Chu Muchen coldly asked, flashing his ugly face in front of him, his sleeve hands clasped tightly.

This fucking woman!

“Back to the prince, like... like food poisoning.” Mrs. Leung said that the sweat beads on her forehead flow down one by one.

“Food poisoning?” Chu Muchen's cold face is even more shady.

“The king, the king... Lord Gao he... he is extremely poisoned, the pulse is very messy, the horror drug has attacked his heart and can no longer be cured.” Dr. Leung's voice shivered even more.

Mo Qingfeng in the palace accidentally swept to the position of high royal history. Almost all the food at his table was eaten by him, and only a few bunches of lotus flowers were left.

After this noise, the people in the palace went out, and only she was here to admire the drinking.

One drink was exhausted and she poured another, her eyes sweeping and her eyebrows slightly wrinkled as she drinks up.

The memory of his predecessor had an impression on Gao Royal history. He was the queen's cousin. He had found many of his predecessors to go to Mo Fu to heal her face disease.

Mo Qingfeng saw the attention of all four people in Gao Royal History, did not pay attention to her, she moved quickly into Kowloon Ball space, then quickly came out, from inside to out just a blink of an eye.

The glass in her hand was not filled with water, but Spirit Springs. She slowly walked over and whispered to them: "Make way, perhaps I can save him. ”

Everyone listened and gave her a passage. She looked at her curiously. The veil covered her ugly face. At this time, she revealed a clear and bright pair of beautiful eyes. Except for the people of the Eight Kings' Mansion and Ink takeoff, who knew she was the ugly female Ink Feng, everyone did not know who the girl in the eyebrow show was. Her forehead was full and she looked forward to life and was attracted to her beauty.

“What are you gonna do?” Just as she was about to kneel down to examine History, Chu Muchen suddenly reached out her arm and stopped her in front of her chest.

Mo Qingfeng smiled, his eyes smiled shallow and bright. He glanced at his arm and looked up at him directly. "Didn't I just say that? Perhaps I can save Lord Gao. Your Highness, what do you think I'm gonna do? ”

Chu Muchen scornfully flouted the glass in her hand, with a chilling voice with a hint of irony, "See if you want to kill him, my lord? ”

“I have no quarrel with Lord Gao, why kill him?” Mo Qingfeng laughed, the voice is very nice, just like the spring breeze, people wondered, who is the girl who has such an excellent wind and an earful voice? The Eight Kings don't know too much about Xiang Xiaoyu, do they? How can you blame a girl for her kindness?

Chu Muchen tightened her thin lips and was choked at once by her words. She was right. She had no quarrel with Lord Gao. Why kill him?

“Lord Gao was gracious to me, and now I can't see death without saving me. Your Majesty, if I wanted to kill Lord Gao, why don't you just take your arm back?” Mo Qingfeng raised the tone slightly, like implying something, like warning something, "I Mo Qingfeng always do things according to the rules, others do not offend me, I will not take the initiative to offend others, if others offend me, I will double the reward! ”

Mo Ching Feng?

Is she the Eight Princesses?

Everyone was stunned. The woman in the veil is still famous for the great age of Chu Qianguo.

More surprisingly, she dared to look up at Chu Muchen, not as cowardly as the rumors.

There have been rumours lately that she is not cowardly enough to kill more than 20 of Yizhong's men in a short period of time, then is it true?

They were surprised and dared not say a word more.

The atmosphere is very heavy. Lord Gao is still lying on the ground. Chu Muchen's face is shady. Who dares to make a sound? Who dares talk to Mo Chingfeng?

Chu Muchen retracted his arm, Mo Qingfeng squatted beside the tall adult without panic, numbered his pulse, and tried his nose again, then frowned slightly.

She saw the pulse motion, the sniffing motion, the elegance, the mastery, the only way to be so proficient is to treat people often, and the look on her slightly frowned face.

Mrs. Liang lifted her arms and gently wiped the sweat beads flowing down her forehead with her sleeves. She looked at Mo Qingfeng without turning her eyes. As the highest-ranking TCM doctor, he could not help History's illness. Can she be cured by a young lady in her in-laws?

After a physical examination, Mo Qingfeng removed a white vial from the waist and handed it to Chu Muchen.

Chu Muchen looked coldly at the bottle of medicine handed over and said unhappily: “The king is not ill! ”