agricultural doctor

Chapter 2544 Mr. Moshang
There will be news of the army returning to the court soon, and Mr. Xiao must have left Wutong Island on the way to the capital. Now that Long Yinyou and A Song are out of danger, what she has to do now is to protect Han'er.

Before turning the world around, it is not appropriate for Chengming Palace to have another twists and turns, so she used silver needles to temporarily suppress his headache in the past few days.

Why did the one from Chengming Palace suddenly summon her again?
When he reached the veranda outside the Royal Study Room of Chengming Palace, Eunuch Cheng suddenly turned a corner and walked straight across the Royal Study Room.

Ye Ran paused for uncle: "Eunuch, what do you mean?"

"Doctor Ye, His Majesty is waiting for a pulse diagnosis in the inner hall."

Eunuch Cheng turned around: "What does the emperor mean? We can't guess it as slaves. They have all entered the Chengming Palace. Doctor Ye, don't embarrass the old slave, please!"

When Eunuch Cheng said this, he was very aggressive.

But Yeran knew that he was reminding himself that going to the inner hall was more than just a pulse diagnosis.

Sure enough, some people are born cheap!
She has been thinking about how to protect Han'er and deal with Gongsun Zhi for the past few days, and she has not put her mind on the Chengming Hall for the time being. Some people forget the pain of a headache attack and insist on provoking her?
Let's see what tricks that hypocrite is up to...

Yeran's face was calm, and he said with a smile: "In that case, Mr. Lao will lead the way!"

Eunuch Cheng saw the smile on Yeran's face, thinking about the movement in the womb these days, and the attitude of those old monsters in Weiyang Palace towards the princess.

She's not one to suffer!

Since he dared to enter the palace for His Royal Highness King You, he should be absolutely sure to protect himself.

Eunuch Cheng didn't say anything more, and he led the way as usual.

When he reached the entrance of the inner hall, he half-opened the door and waited outside: "The emperor is waiting for Doctor Ye inside, Doctor Ye please!"

A sneer of sarcasm curled up on the corner of Ye Ran's lips, and he stepped towards the threshold.

As soon as she entered, there was a faint fragrance of orchids in the room, and there was a landscape screen in front of her.

Across a screen, the sound of the piano suddenly sounded, like a clear spring gurgling through the rocks and falling into the flowing stream.

Looking at the realistically painted landscape screen in front of me, and hearing the sound of the piano, the whole person seems to be in the mountains and forests.

She is very familiar with this piano sound!
She used to know people by the qin, thinking that a person who can play such a clean and elegant qin sound must have a noble soul living in his body.

But I don't know that for a person who is good at disguising, his voice, smile, and demeanor can all become a barrier to protect him, so how can the piano sound not be able to?

When listening to her playing the piano, she seemed to find inner peace and silence, but now, for her, all the past is just a nightmare.

It's ridiculous that after someone hurt her and hurt her, they still want to use this trick to win her over.

Ye Ran stood behind the screen and raised her lips mockingly, then turned out of the screen one step at a time, looking at Mr. Mo Shang who was dressed in white and was playing the piano.

She likes Mo Shangren Ruyu, and she rewards his son Wushuang.

It's a pity that he didn't even realize it. After ascending to the throne, his ambition, which he had concealed so well, was already engraved on his face. No matter how hard a person in power immersed in the desire for power, no matter how hard he tried to play the role of Mr. Pianpian, he would eventually be Dong Shi imitated.

Ye Ran said coldly: "Your Majesty is really in a good mood, since the headache is fine, let the women let you go!"

Interrupted by this sudden sound, the movement of Long Yinxuan's hand, who was stroking the qin, froze, and a string of the qin broke in response.

He looked at the broken string, a little stunned.

It seemed that what was broken was not the strings of the piano, but a certain heartstring in his heart.

(End of this chapter)