Son, the empress doesn't like to eat soft rice

Public identity?

DUCK doesn't have to!

If his identity was disclosed, he would no longer be able to walk around the imperial city so easily, and he might even be chewed out by some people for wearing slippers.

Regarding the suggestions of the ministers, Su Jin'er just nodded lightly: "We will discuss this matter later."

That's what it means to have no chance.

Because the prescription was developed, Su Jin'er retired after announcing a few small things again, and she also wanted to see what miraculous effects Chen Lang's prescription had.

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"My lord, this doesn't seem to be much different from the previous prescription."

Holding the prescription, Hua Xiang was a little confused.

Chen Xian'an smiled, of course there is no difference, it is just that the blood primer of the pathogen is added to the prescription, but it is the blood primer that is actually the key to the prescription.

Hua Xiang first cooked a dose of medicinal soup, and the taste seemed to be slightly different.

"Chen Lang, will the patient recover after taking this medicine?"

Su Jin'er looked at the medicinal soup, frowning slightly, it tasted so bitter.

Practitioners, because their bodies are relatively strong, almost never get sick. This is the first time she has seen medicinal soup.

Chen Xian'an said: "This medicinal soup can only help them kill the viruses and bacteria in their bodies. To fully recover, follow-up treatments are needed."

"Your Majesty, the patient looks a bit scary, do you need to come along?"

"Of course, this disease hurts my people. As a monarch, what's wrong with taking a look?"

"Row."

In the Tai Hospital, many patients have been cured by the first stage of medicine, and their conditions are almost stable, and the rest are some severe patients.

Their medicinal soup is also for these critically ill patients.

In the inner courtyard, Hua Xiang administered the medicinal soup to the patient, nervously waiting for the effect.

"Physician Hua, you are a medical practitioner after all, and the effects of the medicine don't come on so quickly, so it's useless for you to wait here."

Chen Xian'an looked at Hua Xiang, amused and sad at the same time.

Recently, he has paid too much for this disease. Now that he is at the final stage, he must be excited and nervous.

"Your Majesty, let's go out and wait. It should take another hour for the medicine to take effect."

Chen Xian said.

Su Jin'er glanced at Hua Lao and nodded slightly.

Outside, in the garden of the Tai Hospital, many patients have almost recovered, and the atmosphere of basking in the sun is very joyful and lively.

The two walked slowly along the flower path, the petals were blown by the breeze and floated on Su Jin'er's hair.

At that time, she also lost the majesty of the emperor, and followed Chen Xian'an like a little girl.

Chen Xian'an glanced at Su Jin'er with a smile on his face. In fact, if she wasn't the emperor and his cultivation was as high as the sky, he would take her to wander around the world.

After experiencing the warmth of human feelings, I feel the natural good fortune, and I feel like a fairy.

However, as it is now, it seems... not bad.

The sun lightly fell on the faces of the two of them, warming them.

"Your Majesty, how long has it been since you gave yourself a vacation?"

"What do you mean by vacation?"

"It's just not dealing with government affairs, leaving time for myself to relax and rest."

"I am the lord of a country, but I have no time to rest."

There was some resentment between Su Jin'er's brows, but in fact, she was longing for rest in her heart.

"Yes." Chen Xian'an smiled: "You are the master of a country, and the country is relying on you."

"But now, it's different. The country depends on you, and you can rely on me."

Su Jin'er raised her head and looked at the boy who was half a head taller than herself, with the corner of her mouth slightly raised in a nice arc.

"I am Emperor Anxian, so I don't need to rely on you, a little man."

"?? Why are you so young!"

Chen Xian'an reached out and hugged the empress: "Your Majesty, please explain clearly, why are you so young, and tonight we will show you what is called Mount Targon!"

"Don't make trouble, let go of me, there are so many people watching here."

"No, Your Majesty, you said I was young."

"Then I change my mind, you are a big man, okay?"

"No, once the emperor's mouth is opened, you can't change it casually, unless you are sincere."

"Okay, I promise you, I really mean it, Chen Lang is the best man in the world."

"I don't believe it, a woman's mouth is a deceit."

"..."

The two were wrestling in the garden, and the petals were blowing on the two of them with the breeze, releasing a dazzling brilliance through the sunlight.

Time seemed to stand still.

Only one man was left holding a woman in a red robe, slowly spinning with the petals, breeze and sunlight...
In the prince's mansion.

As soon as Chen Xian'an opened the door, he felt something was wrong.

"Why is there a smell of Ni Taibai in the air?"

Just entered the courtyard, good guy, a few pairs of eyes stared at himself.

"Master, Taibai has returned and brought his disciples with him."

Xiao Han Fenglin huddled in the corner, pitifully, there were too many people, and he couldn't punch anymore.

And these people are so annoying, why do they always want to poke my eyes.

What happened to the double pupils and big eyes?

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"Oh, I got it." Chen Xian'an looked around, why does this disciple of Ni Taibai look so similar to him?
Will this teaching also affect people's appearance and improve their own aesthetics?
"Son!"

Ni Taibai ran out from behind and was very happy to see Chen Xian'an.

"Master, Taibai is back, I kept you waiting!"

He knelt down on one knee, and the disciples behind him were a little surprised to see his master treat a young man like this.

But he also knelt down together.

"It's good to come back, why do you give such a big gift?"

Chen Xian'an said it on his face, but he stood in front of everyone with a smile on his face.

"You say you, come back when you come back, and bring so many gourd brothers, don't they all call you grandpa?"

"what?"

Ni Taibai was a little confused. He stood up and looked at the disciples behind him: "My lord, let me introduce you. These are my disciples. This is my first disciple, Dawa, and this is the second disciple. Erwa, this is the third disciple, Umbrella Wa..."

"I don't need to introduce this one, this one must be your seventh disciple, Qi Wa, right?"

"My son is a great talent, so I already knew it."

Ni Taibai was shocked again, his disciple's name was already so strange that the young master could know it even though he had never seen it before.

Sure enough, nothing can be hidden from the young master's discerning eyes.

"See you son."

The seven disciples all bowed and said.

Chen Xian'an waved his hand and said with a smile: "Since they are all Taibai's disciples, then I'm not being polite. I'm a rough person, and I have nothing to teach you."

"So after the academy officially opens, it's up to you."

"My lord is humble."

"Not humble not humble."

Chen Xian'an laughed, "What, Taibai, look at the arrangement. I just remembered a story and I want to write it down."

"Good son."

The son is really gentle and gentle, and he feels like a spring breeze when he speaks.

All the disciples looked at Chen Xian'an in reverence as he entered the study, stood in front of the desk and meditated, as if he was thinking about something.

"Fuck! Do I have a pen?"