The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

Jiang Nanyan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly raised her head, only to find that Xiahou Fengli had sat down beside the bed.

At this moment, he was putting an extremely delicate heart garment on her body.

The expression on Xiahou Fengli's face was stinky, his eyes were also cold, and his whole body exuded a strong chill.

Jiang Nanyan didn't feel cold, but felt a warm current flowing from his fingertips lightly touching her...

She quietly looked at Xiahou Fengli who lowered her head to help her dress, and wanted to say something. [

However, when he opened his mouth, he found that his throat suddenly became a little dry, and he couldn't spit out any words...

Xiahou Fengli didn't say a word, and dressed Jiang Nanyan seriously.

There was silence in the bedroom.

Until Xia He brought the imperial physician over and shouted softly outside.

"His Royal Highness, the imperial physician has arrived."

"Wait outside first." Xia Houfeng didn't turn back, and after putting on the last piece of clothes for Jiang Nanyan, he continued, "Come in."

Xia He led the imperial physician in.

As soon as the two entered the door, they saluted immediately, but Xiahou Fengli stopped them.

"No need, come here and take her pulse, Xia He, you go to the door and guard, no one is allowed to approach!"

"Yes." Xia He nodded and backed out.

The imperial physician didn't dare to delay for a moment, and hurried forward to the bedside to feel the pulse of Jiang Nanyan.

As time passed, the imperial physician's face became more and more ugly.

Seeing that the imperial physician's expression was different, Xiahou Fengli's nerves were also suspended.

Is it...

Is it true that as Jiang Nanyan said, Huang Fulian gave her medicine, and now I can't touch her body at all?

Thinking of this, Xiahou Fengli's entire face darkened.

If he couldn't even touch it, how would he implement his plan?

"How is it? What kind of poison is on her?" Xiahou Fengli clenched his fists, and his tense voice broke the silence of the room.

The imperial physician did not speak immediately. [

He withdrew his hand solemnly, took out a bag from the medicine box and opened it.

Inside are rows of silver needles of different thicknesses!

Xiahou Fengli lowered his eyebrows, but did not speak.

Jiang Nanyan was frightened by the row of silver needles, and reflexively shrank to the corner of the bed.

Omg!

This old man with white hair, white eyebrows and white beard, probably wants to prick himself with these needles?

Jiang Nanyan looked at the imperial physician warily.

"Princess Concubine, please ask me to make a further diagnosis for you." The imperial physician said while pinching a silver needle.

"You, you, you diagnose it, why do you stick a needle in me?" Jiang Nanyan was so frightened that her legs went limp.

Thinking of the needle shining coldly about to pierce her body, Jiang Nanyan couldn't even speak coherently.

"Crown princess, I'm not going to prick you with a needle, I'm just going to make a further diagnosis for you." The imperial physician explained seriously.