The Evil Emperor is So Sultry

"Your Highness, you'd better go back to the palace with me and find the royal doctor to treat the injury."

Although Mo qianhan has taken the pill of hemostasis and muscle regeneration, it is still far from enough.

I don't know how many prisoners have been smoked and how many dirty blood stains have been stained on the iron whip in the prison. If the wound is not cleaned up in time, it will be inflamed and purulent. If it's delayed for a long time, it may kill you.

"Well."

Mo qianhan did not refuse.

Just before leaving, he still turned his head and glared at Xiao yuche.

It can be said that he is very vengeful.

It is not far from the prison of the Ministry of punishment to the palace.

Fast, the emperor's frame arrived in a quarter of an hour.

Mo qianhan was sent to the most gorgeous hall and lay on his bed. The most experienced chief physician in Beilan palace came to treat him.

After the treatment of anti-inflammatory, anti-corruption and application of medicine, bandaging began.

"It hurts, you quack."

It's a pity that Mo qianhan's face is not good-looking, and his temper is also irritable. He raises his leg and kicks the elder chief physician with white beard to the ground on the spot.

"What kind of medicine is this for Prince Ben? Damn it! It hurts like this! Is this the level of healing in Beilan? What a disappointment

Facing the roar of the prince, the people below knelt down in fear.

Even Chu wangzhong, the supreme emperor, and Chu Doumen, the Yangou emperor, are no exception.

The two emperors knelt down. Who dares not kneel in this room?

"Your Highness, calm down."

The emperor looked at this lineal grandson, flattering on the face, but sighing in the heart.

The personality of Wu Xu's own son, so arrogant, is exactly the same as that of his mother when he was young.

However, it's too arrogant to be a great success.

I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to win the throne in the future.

Mo qianhan's tolerance and aptitude, to say the truth, are far inferior to Mo Yan, the other son of zhongzhouhuang.

"Drag the imperial doctor down and kill him with his staff!" The Emperor gave an order, "call an old imperial doctor again and give his highness a diagnosis and treatment!"

Although bearing and qualification are not good, it is his grandson after all!

No matter what, we have to protect it.

Mo Yan was used by him; And ink thousand cold, it should be used to spoil.

"No need."

Mo qianhan was agitated and refused, "what kind of doctor can you have in your little palace in the remote area. I haven't even gone to Zhongzhou for the formal qualification certificate. I can't go on reading it. "

For a moment, the emperor was extremely embarrassed.

He was trying to spoil.

But this grandson is too outspoken.

The Beilan palace, which he has managed for several decades, is not so magnificent, but it is not as "remote as a country".

Emperor Yangou's patience was not as good as that of the emperor. He suddenly raised his head and said, "Your Highness, you --"

The emperor put out a hand in time and clamped the emperor's arm tightly like a pair of iron tongs, warning: "my son must not be presumptuous."

Yan dog emperor arm that pain, like to break the same.

The pain covered my face with cold sweat.

His own cultivation is very weak, but his father is a real master of Zifu period.

We can imagine how much effort has been used in this effort.

Emperor Yangou was honest at once and didn't dare to speak any more.