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Looking at Zhuo Qing's hand stopping in front of Lou Xiyan's chest, Lou Xiwu can't stand it. At this time, Zhuo Qing still starts to attack his brother, almost screaming and yelling: "what are you going to do with this ugly woman?! Let go! Let go

Ignoring the clamor of Lou Xi dance, Zhuo Qing looked back at Lou Xi Yan's deep eyes and said in a low voice: "Lou Xi Yan, relax and breathe with my rhythm."

"Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale"

Lou Xiyan frowns. What is she doing?! The suffocation feeling in the chest seems to be really better after sitting up. Looking at her breathing hard with him, Lou Xiyan's heart is warm, and finally slowly relaxed her hand. Breathing with her rhythm, her hand has never been let go.

All the people are staring at Zhuo Qing leading Lou Xiyan to breathe in and out. They have never seen such treatment before, but it's strange that Lou Xiyan sat up and took a few deep breaths. Although she still had a hard breath, it's not like that just now. Every breath seems to use up her whole body's strength.

After several breaths, Zhuo Qing looks up and stares at Yang Mu, scolds coldly: "you continue to cure you, see what I do!"

Yang Mu finally came back to himself and said, "Oh." I dare not neglect the needle.

After a stick of incense

Through the efforts of the imperial doctor and Zhuo Qing, Lou Xiyan seems to be better, breathing more smoothly, but his face is still pale.

Yang Mu took back the needle, wiped the thin sweat on his head with his sleeve, and breathed a sigh of relief. It was dangerous just now. Fortunately, the young girl used a magic trick, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Master, here comes the medicine." A medicine boy came in with a bowl of pure black medicine juice.

Before the medicine arrived, Zhuo Qing smelled a strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine. Fortunately, she chose western medicine. This kind of ghost smell was enough for her nausea. I want to cover my nose with my hand, but I find that Lou Xiyan's hand holding her wrist is slightly tight. I look up. In his narrow eyes, there is a faint flash of cold light. She remembers that Lou Xiyan fell once before she came in. He also hates Chinese medicine?! Or ···

Yang Mu took the medicine bowl and went to the bed. Mo Bai stepped forward and said in a cold voice, "Doctor Yang, let me come."

For fear of another mistake, Yang Mu hesitated whether to serve Lou Xiang personally. With a light smile, he rang out leisurely: "imperial doctor, you've been tired all night. Why don't you go to the side and have a rest first. When other imperial doctors come, you still have to be busy. Let's take care of you first."

The words are very compassionate, but with an irresistible force. Yang Mu looks up and sees the woman sitting on the bed without any affectation. One hand is tightly held by Lou Xiang. No wonder she is so powerful just now. It turns out that Lou Xiang supports her! Quickly gather the next Mou Guang, Yang Mu will hand over the medicine bowl to Mo Bai, bow body to return a way: "also good. Thank you, madam. I'm in the next room. Please call me if you have something

"Good." Zhuo Qing didn't pay attention to the address of his wife, and didn't notice the lip angle of Lou Xiyan gently raised.

"Brother." Biting Ling lip, Lou Xiwu half kneels in front of the bed and doesn't want to cry, but tears fall uncontrollably.

Gently raise your hand, gently wipe off the tears of Lou Xiwu's eyes, Lou Xiyan said softly: "I'm ok. Xi Wu, I have something to say to miss Qing. You go out first. "

"Well." Saw Zhuo fine one eye, the floor Xi dance didn't say what, obediently backed out.

Mo Bai also retreated to the screen, leaving only Lou Xiyan and Zhuo Qing sitting face to face. In the spacious interior, Lou Xiyan's breathing voice was obviously up and down, while his skirt was slightly open, his strong chest and abdominal muscles were indistinctly visible, and his black hair was half tied down. Zhuo Qing admits that the scene is beautiful, but is it too much to stare at others? But if you don't look at it like this, it will hurt his self-esteem.

Zhuo Qing saw unbridled, until with that pair of micro Yang promote narrow eyes, Zhuo Qing just embarrassed light cough, said: "you'd better talk less now, more rest, what's more, wait for you to say it's not too late."

"I want to ask you a favor."

Raise the arm that is grasped by Lou Xiyan, Zhuo Qing cheerfully replies: "you say, but can you let me down first?"

She knows embarrassment, too? Lou Xiyan is funny. He has never seen a daughter staring at a man like this. He still likes it! Lou Xiyan finally didn't embarrass her. She gently released her hand. Zhuo Qing quickly got up and jumped out of bed. She didn't forget to grab a few pillows next to Lou Xiyan and let him sit by.

Looking at the busy figure around, Lou Xiyan suddenly lowered her voice and said softly, "I've been suffering from this disease for some years, and the imperial cure hasn't improved. I think your method just now is very effective. I hope you can stay by my side and take care of me."

"I just gave first aid. I don't know how to treat it." She studied western medicine, OK?! It's OK for her to autopsy. It's not her specialty to treat diseases, especially without medical equipment.

"It doesn't matter. It's enough that you can help me in my most painful time."The low sigh makes Zhuo Qing feel uncomfortable for no reason. He is more suitable for the high spirited look. But Lou Xiyan is really strange. Is he pretending to be ill? It's impossible. He couldn't pretend to be sick just now. He said he was really sick. Why didn't he take good medicine? There must be some secret in it, but she is not interested in it. She just wants to find Gu Yun!

With an idea in mind, Zhuo Qing no longer entangled in Lou Xiyan's purpose, calmly replied: "OK, I can stay, but I want to see my sister in a month."

"Good." It's just a small thing for him.

"Well, it seems that we have reached a consensus." Pick up the medicine soup left by Mo Bai, Zhuo Qing doesn't go to Lou Xiyan. Instead, she goes to the window and says with a sad face: "ah, this medicine is cold, and its efficacy will be poor. You'd better wait for the imperial doctor to prescribe a new medicine." Hand is not the slightest hesitation of the juice all poured into the window potted.

Her back to him, comfortable with the potted plants, Lou Xiyan watching her eyes, more and more deep, she is much smarter than he expected.

Put down the potted plants, Zhuo Qing is ready to leave, outside the house, King SA cold proud voice suddenly sounded: "master, the emperor arrived."

Here comes the emperor!? Lou Xiyan called in a low voice: "Mo Bai."

Mo Bai enters the inner room. After Lou Xiyan says a few words in his ear, he suddenly gets up and takes Zhuo Qing out. Zhuo Qing doesn't know what to do?! What does it matter to her that the emperor is here? Why do they look nervous? Is she a disgrace?

Only when they came out of the screen did they hear one after another.

"Long live the emperor, long live the emperor!"

Obviously, the emperor is outside the hospital. Mo Bai can only take her back to the room. Zhuo Qing turns her eyes. The room is too big to hide!

"Don't welcome me!" With an impetuous and domineering male voice, the door was suddenly pushed open. Almost at the same time, the bright candle in the room was gently brushed by Mo Bai, leaving only a faint candle light, and all the others were extinguished.

Zhuo Qing is pushed to the screen by Mo Bai. She hasn't responded yet. She has a tray on her hand, and the sound of her hasty footsteps also rings. Zhuo Qing looked up and saw a tall figure coming. The man had been facing Zhuo Qing. She couldn't see him. He was wearing a dark gray long shirt. The golden thread embroidered with the pattern of dragon and auspicious cloud on the cuff showed infinite luxury in a low profile. At the same time, he showed his domineering and noble momentum.