The Queen of Salted Fish is an Inventor

Chapter 379 Calling the Imperial Physician

The few people guarding the door rushed in when they heard Mo Lingtian's exclamation.

"Your Majesty, what's the matter? Old slave, call the imperial doctor now."

Eunuch Wei asked with a trembling voice, but he kept running towards Cuiyunxuan without stopping.

Mo Lingtian hugged Yan Ruoli by the waist, and quickly rushed into Cuiyunxuan's bedroom.

Not long after, a group of bewildered imperial doctors were pulled over by Eunuch Wei, looking helpless at the unconscious Concubine Yan on the bed.

One of the imperial doctors checked the pulse, got up and said to Mo Lingtian: "Your Majesty was emotionally excited for a while, which caused her shortness of breath, so she fainted, and she will be fine after a while."

"Short of breathing?" Mo Lingtian looked at Yan Ruoli who was blushing on the bed inexplicably, and instantly understood what was going on.

"You all go down!" The imperial doctors glanced at each other, but turned around and left with the medicine box in hand.

Eunuch Wei and the others breathed a sigh of relief, and they all retreated with the imperial doctors, but they were also full of suspicion, why did the empress get so angry, and why did she have difficulty breathing?
Only Yan Ruoli, who was lying on the bed, knew in her heart that she was thrown home, and she could faint with just a kiss.

But can she be blamed?
She never had a boyfriend in her previous life, okay?
Although it was not the first time to be kissed by Mo Lingtian, but I always felt that this time was weird and especially sudden.

She didn't catch her breath for a while, so she should have!
Sitting next to Yan Ruyu, seeing the woman's eyelashes trembling slightly and her face flushed, Mo Lingtian could only smile helplessly.

Stretching out his hand to straighten the little woman's quilt, the man whispered in her ear, "I know you're awake, but I won't force you, don't worry! I've already sent someone to deliver the antidote to them."

Having said that, Mo Lingtian hesitated for a moment, but seeing that Yan Ruoli still showed no sign of waking up, he had no choice but to get up and leave.

But suddenly felt a tight wrist, looked down at the little woman on the bed, and saw that Yan Ruoli was also looking at him with doubts in her eyes.

"Why?" Why did you treat her so well all of a sudden?
And why are you willing to give her the antidote?

Is it really because of Yu'er?

Because she brought Yu'er to his side?
Heart, suddenly sore and painful, with a faint feeling of discomfort.

Without seeing the pain in Yan Ruoli's eyes, Mo Lingtian sat back beside her again, staring down into her eyes: "Because I found the person I was looking for."

He was talking about me, not me.

Yan Ruoli caught his tone, and a layer of mist suddenly appeared in her eyes, but she forced her back abruptly.

Letting go of her hand, Yan Ruoli turned her body around, not wanting to look at Mo Lingtian's face: "Thank you, Your Majesty, this concubine is sleepy, and this concubine wants to sleep."

I don't know why this girl suddenly lost her temper.

Mo Lingtian thought, maybe she was angry because he kissed her suddenly!He could only find this one reason for himself.

Reaching out to help her straighten the quilt, she slowly got up and walked out.

Outside the bedroom.

A group of people carried the clock and went out. Seeing Mo Lingtian coming out, Aunt Ruyu hurriedly stepped forward and said, "This is the clock that the maid asked the servants to prepare. It is said that it will be sent to the emperor's imperial study, so that the emperor can check the time at any time." , so as not to review the memorial too late and affect the emperor's rest."

Hearing that Yan Ruoli prepared it for himself, Mo Lingtian's heart warmed up. He turned his head to look at the bedroom where the little girl lived, and confessed to Aunt Ruyu: "In a few days, it will be the sacrifice of the late emperor. I have already let Concubine Xu Prepare well, but you must always be by Concubine Yan's side."

ps: The little cuties who are still there raise their hands, continue to support, collectively.

(End of this chapter)