In the pavilion of Ciyuan Palace, Concubine Yan leaned weakly on the soft couch, and her wrist covered with a silk handkerchief was placed on the pillow, so that the imperial physicians could take turns to take the pulse.

Six or seven old white-bearded doctors were treated with a serious expression and frown. They quietly communicated with each other with their eyes.

It was the last turn, Chongrong, the only young imperial physician here, sat down on the mat in front of the couch, put three fingers on his wrist, and focused his attention and carefully examined.

The slippery pulse is replaced, the flow is smooth, the shape of the beads and the meaning of the lotus and dew are smooth and harmonious, and the pregnancy can be determined.

Chongrong Pin cut it for a while and except for the diagnosis of the sign of Yan Guifei's pregnancy, he did not find any other problems. On the contrary, he was very healthy, but he was a little excited.

In order to prevent omissions, Chongrong added a little force, pressed it down a little, and continued to cut the diagnosis.

This time, I found some abnormalities, which were slightly similar to those of coma patients, but there were differences between them and inside.

Although he was surprised, Chongrong's face did not show any expression, "Concubine, please change your hand."

Naturally, it is more accurate to diagnose both hands, but other imperial physicians generally dare not make any more requests, but Chongrong mentioned it.

Concubine Yan was very proud of Chongrong, the great benefactor who made her pregnant. With the help of the palace maid, she slowly sat up and changed her hands.

Chongrong cut the diagnosis for a while before he took back his hand and bowed, "Imperial Concubine, I am fine."

Seeing this, Zhao Guanjia could no longer suppress his anxiety, "What, is there any trouble for Miss Yan?"

Several imperial physicians had already communicated, so the most respected imperial physician Sun answered, "Reply to Your Majesty, from the pulse, the imperial concubine seemed to be frightened, and there were signs of evil wind entering the body, but there was no pathogenic effect. At present, it was still very healthy, and the fetal image was very stable, which was considered good."

"Take it seriously!" Zhao Guanjia was surprised.

The imperial physicians said together, "The diagnosis of the imperial concubine and the phoenix body was unimpeded."

"Huh...this is good, that's good."

While the Zhao Guan family was happy, they also breathed a sigh of relief and let go of their long-standing heart.

Chongrong was suspicious, but he hid deeply. He silently withdrew from the bedroom with other imperial physicians.

Concubine Yan half-lying down again, as if she was still very weak. This sick look made the Zhao Guan family feel heartbroken again and asked nervously, "Does your wife feel uncomfortable? Could it be that the imperial physicians' diagnosis is inaccurate?"

"I didn't feel uncomfortable, I just felt weak, and the medical skills of the imperial physicians can still be believed, but the imperial physician's words reminded me of something."

"What's the matter?"

Concubine Yan showed a thoughtful look, "I remembered that I had a strange dream last night. In the dream, there was a fierce black dragon, which opened its bloody mouth and rushed towards me, as if I was about to eat me. Fortunately, the black turtle I dreamed of last time appeared in time and drove the black dragon away. Looking back now, it was really scary. I guess I was frightened by this."

"Black Dragon? Black Turtle?" Zhao Guanjia was puzzled.

At this time, Lu Yunsheng seemed to have realized, "The Xuan Turtle must be the True Lord of Yousheng, and that black dragon is not the source of the evil wind mentioned by the Imperial Doctor? Oh, the official family forgives the crime, and he makes a fool of himself and makes a mistake, and he loses the rules."

"It's okay... Although your guess is not based on it, it also makes sense. It seems that it was the True Lord of Yousheng who protected Madam Yan again. Hey, can those sleeping diseases arise because of the black dragon?"

As he said that, the Zhao Guan family began to guess.

Concubine Yan said lazily, "No matter what evil thing the black dragon is, it is correct to be protected by the True Lord again. We cannot neglect the gods. We must use more attention to the offerings. We must also focus on repairing the Via Sheng Temple."

"What my wife said is the right reason." Zhao Guanjia nodded, and then asked Dong Songchen, "How are the repairs being prepared?"

"I dare not ignore such a big and small matter for a moment. I have already prepared it, but..." Dong Songchen looked embarrassed and hesitated.

The Zhao Guan family said dissatisfied, "It's just what?"

"Official, the repair funds you approved by the emperor have been allocated in place, but they have been intercepted and used for other purposes, so the repair will take some time..."

"What!? Who is so bold?"

"The official family is... His Highness, King Zhong."

When Zhao Guanjia heard this, he was furious, "What do this bastard want to do? It's so turbulent! Come on, go and send me that rebellious son!"

"Here, I'll go here." A small yellow gate responded and walked out of the pavilion.

Just as the little yellow sect was about to step out of the threshold, the Zhao Guan family suddenly thought of something, "Come back! Forget it... I think he used it to study the new sect, and originally agreed to him, just let him go."

Concubine Yan and others were familiar with the character of the Zhao Guan family. When they saw him, they repented him. They were not surprised or disappointed.

This slander is also a strategy. If you want to frame it at once, it is basically impossible. As long as the seeds of dissatisfaction are sown in the Zhao Guan family, they will sooner or later take root and sprout, which is the time when the loyal King will never be restored!

"Put the repair funds from the internal treasury, just gold and silver. Anyway, they are used for use, and they can better reflect their sincerity to the True Lord."

The Zhao Guan family made a new arrangement, and then they had a headache and had a sleeping illness throughout Lin'an City.

This disease has not yet died. More than a thousand patients are not many compared to the total population of Lin'an. However, the problem is that the cause cannot be found and cannot be treated. This can easily cause panic among the people. If the capital becomes chaotic, once it cannot be controlled, the Song Dynasty will be in danger.

Besides, even someone in the palace is sick. Who knows if she will get infected in the next moment, will she get infected in the imperial concubine, and then endanger the fetus in her womb.

This thing about protecting the Lord of the Blessings is too mysterious and mysterious, and it will not work once.

At this moment, a little yellow gate ran in happily, "The official family, there is good news, someone has cured the sleeping disease!"

"Is that right? Tell me the details quickly." Zhao Guanjia was overjoyed.

"It was Master Zhang from Yousheng Temple who used Taoist techniques to cure five patients, but it is said that Master Zhu consumed too much mana and could not continue to treat other patients."

"Has only five been cured?" Zhao Guan's family began to be disappointed again.

"Official family, don't care how many have been cured. You can summon Taoist priest Zhang to the palace first, just in case. Besides, if this Taoist priest can cure it, you should have some understanding of the cause. If you know the cause, wouldn't it be much easier to deal with?" Concubine Yan reminded him just right.
Chapter completed!