Gold Medal Hunter: The Emperor's Favorite Fox Concubine

Rong Hua was sick, and this was true. Moreover, the imperial doctor went in and out of the Zuo Prime Minister's Mansion several times, but Rong Hua's illness was still not cured.

Leng Yue left the palace and went straight to the Zuo Prime Minister's Mansion.

The left prime minister had already returned to the mansion. After hearing the news that Mr. Leng Yue was coming to visit, he personally welcomed him.

Young Master Leng Yue is a celebrity around the emperor, just like Mo Han, and Young Master Leng Yue’s medical skills are even better than any imperial physician, which is something everyone knows.

Now, Lord Zuo Xiang’s baby’s beloved daughter is ill and has not recovered for many days. When Mr. Leng Yue comes to visit, he is naturally a guest of honor.

"I don't know that Mr. Leng is coming to the humble house. I am in a position to welcome you. I hope Mr. Leng will not blame you."

"Lord Zuo Prime Minister is not as polite as Duoyue. Leng Yue just took the order of the emperor to take the pulse of the daughter of Ling."

"Emperor?" Lord Zuo Xiang frowned: "How could the emperor know about Shuang'er?"

"The emperor naturally heard about the imperial doctors."

Zuo Xiang looked at Leng Yue, but no longer asked.

"But, serve tea."

"Sir Zuo Xiang, there is no need to do it. Why not go and see Ling Qianjin first?"

Zuo Xiang looked at Leng Yue, but in the end he didn't say anything, and took Leng Yue to the courtyard where Ronghua lived.

I heard the sound of playing the guzheng from afar. Leng Yue raised her eyebrows and knew that it was Rong Hua.

"This girl is not having a good rest when she is sick, so she must be playing the piano again." Zuo Xiang shook his head, full of helplessness, but he could not hide his love.

The two walked in, and sure enough, Rong Hua was playing the guzheng.

If Leng Yue hadn't asked about some cold and silent piano sound, I really wanted to ask again. Is this worth it?

In the pavilion, the gauze was flying, and the woman in a plain white cotton dress was sitting in the pavilion playing the guzheng. Her simple face was not covered with powder, and she was beautiful and natural.

In Leng Yue's eyes, Shengshi Ronghua has a talent that is beyond the reach of all women.

"Mr. Leng has seen Shuang'er, so I can't get over. Shuang'er's body is troubled by Mr. Leng."

"Don't worry, Lord Zuo Xiang."

After stopping his fingers, the piano sound also fell: "Since Young Master Leng Yue is here, why are you still standing there?"

Zuozuo, who was beside him, discovered Leng Yue at this time.

"Young Master Leng, you are here."

Leng Yue frowned at Zuozuo's words.

"My lady has been sick for several days. The imperial doctor has come countless times and it is useless. I have long wanted to say I want to find Mr. Leng, but the lady just refuses to let me."

"Zuozuo, go and prepare some refreshments for Mr. Leng."

"Yes, Miss." Zuo Zuo stepped back obediently.

"How could the young master appear here?"

"I said that Miss Ronghua is sick, and the imperial doctor went back and forth for several groups but failed to improve. Let Leng Yue come to see Miss Ronghua."

"Master? Young Master, Rong Hua has been with him for decades. Rong Hua knows him better than Young Master." Rong Hua murmured softly and stood up from the chair, but he didn't know it was because of his body.

Because he was ill, he had been sitting for too long. Rong Hua just stood up and shook his body for a while.

"Be careful." Leng Yue's voice was a little quick, and she moved over in an instant, reaching out to support Rong Hua's body.

Rong Hua raised his eyes and looked at Leng Yue. His pretty face was a little pale, his eyes were lifeless but with distance.

Leng Yue also looked at her, feeling distressed and some emotions that she couldn't understand.

The two were so close that she could smell the faint and pleasant herb smell on him. The breath was so close that her breath was full of her breath.