Chapter 1603 (1/2)

In fact, the scar on my face has always been my heart disease. I heard that there are many treasures in the medicine Pavilion. I want to make some medicine to treat the injury on my face

The eye wave flows, that dim eye bottom, is actually a piece of indifference.

Yan Beicheng held the chopsticks that had been raised, and immediately stopped in the air. After a long time, he took them back and kept silent.

Yan North City does not speak, Mo Shanghua wants to make virtuous appearance, since also can't open mouth, so big house, suddenly static drop needle can smell.

After a long time, Yan Beicheng raised his drooping eyes, looked at the flowers on the street, gathered the old dandy, and said in a low voice: ”the medicine pavilion was set up by the emperor's orders, and the guards were specially sent by the emperor. The access control was always so strict. I didn't go to the medicine Pavilion when I needed urgent medicine.”

After a pause, he gathered his eyes to cover his eyes, pretended to be relaxed and said: ”if you want to dispense medicine, go to find the Doctor Liu zhengliu in the mansion, go to him to get a prescription, and let the housekeeper dispense it.”

The implication is that this medicine Pavilion can't go any way.

The housekeeper kept asking for King Yu's orders, but if he really said that the nominal King Yu had no real power at all, he would have given orders, and the housekeeper would not obediently obey and put him into the medicine Pavilion.

And this should be proved even more. Zhang Wan, the housekeeper, was really from the other side of the imperial capital.

Yanbei city has already said so. It's hard to say anything about the flowers on the street, so he has to tap his chin, ”yes, thank you, Lord.”

Yan Beicheng then nodded slightly. In his clear eyes, the deep color flashed away. Then he said with a smile, ”this meal is almost cold. Eat it quickly. If it's spread out, others think that the king deliberately treats his princess harshly and gives her some cold food.”

Mo Shanghua didn't miss the deep flash of Yan Beicheng's eyes. She felt a slight shock in her heart and hung down her head to grab the food in the bowl.

King Yu, I'm afraid, is not as simple as what he showed. He seems to be pretending something.

Just about to continue to take the chopsticks to eat, a little servant girl suddenly ran in and saluted them.

”See ye, princess, ye, princess, Wan Fu.”

”No gift.” Yan Beicheng lifted his eyes from his job and waved at will.

The servant girl stood up and looked at the flower in the street quietly. After hesitating for a while, she said, ”I'm going to ask for a meeting with the princess.”

”Mrs. Nan?” The flower eyebrow light frown on the road, in the eye dye a few cent doubt.

Qin Ya's simple lip language can still be understood. She hurriedly comes over and whispers a reminder, ”it's the nanhenan lady who entered the mansion with you yesterday and has been very popular these days.”

Mo Shanghua has an impression, but it's just an impression. It's just something I've heard and never seen.

Originally, she didn't care much about this person. At this time, Yan Beicheng was here, and she was a little curious.

Mo Shanghua turns her eyes to see Yan Beicheng. If it is true, when he hears that it is the South crane, he puts down his chopsticks and gently raises his lips, ”please come in.”

”Yes.” The servant girl answered the voice and went away. Soon after, she was lifted up by a servant girl and a woman came in.