Golden Age Of Phoenix: Tyrant’s First Class Virtuous Imperial Concubine

"Now, as long as I check the pulse of the son once, the antidote will be offered."

Zhu Feng's brows wrinkled again.

Unexpectedly, Xue Yun insisted on giving him a pulse.

Not to mention whether there is a problem with your body, even if there is a problem, you should know it and manipulate it by yourself, not let an outsider come to point you.

However, when he mentioned this, Nan Yan next to him began to turn his elbows out again.

Nan Yan held his sleeves and said softly, "The emperor, since the matter is over, why don't you let Master Xue take a pulse for you?"

"..."

"If it's okay, it's fine."

"..."

"If something happens—"

Having said this, Zhu Feng glared at her fiercely, and Nan Yan's own voice choked up, and then said: "There must be nothing wrong!"

"Humph!"

Xue Yun still looked at Zhu Feng: "Young Master Huang, this is what we said before."

"..."

Indeed, even if he did not indicate the identity of the emperor, a gentleman could not chase after a word.

He also can't make slurs in front of people.

Zhu Feng thought for a while, and finally sighed in his heart, and then said: "Well, let's let you see."

"..."

"It's just that I--I don't believe you, even if you get a diagnosis, I won't care."

Xue Yun could only smile.

Naturally, he could also see that this "Princess Huang" is a difficult master. If it weren't for the help of the wife by his side several times, I am afraid that now he has pinched his neck and forced himself to hand over the marrow flower, and then grows up. went.

At this moment, Zhu Feng stretched out his hand and rolled up his sleeve a bit.

A sturdy and thick wrist was exposed.

Although his wrists are sturdy, they don't look awkward. On the contrary, because of the solid muscles, the lines are very beautiful. Putting them on the table casually can reflect a kind of strength and beauty.

Then Xue Yun glanced, lowered his head, and took a deep breath.

Then he touched Zhu Feng's pulse.

Nan Yan on the side suddenly held his breath.

Even Ran Xiaoyu, who had been following them all the time without saying a word, stepped forward at this time and looked at them carefully.

The whole small building was so quiet as if only Zhu Feng's breathing was left.

He felt that Xue Yun’s fingers were a little cool, probably because of pampering, his hands were well maintained, and they were a little soft. When he buckled his pulse, it seemed that every pulse would make his fingers move. a bit.

Unconsciously, time passed for a while.

Seeing that Xue Yun was only frowning, Nan Yan was holding his breath and checking his pulse, but he didn't say anything, and couldn't help feeling a little nervous.

Want to ask.

But just as he was about to speak, I saw him say to Zhu Feng: "Please change your hand."

"Ok?"

Zhu Feng only felt that he had an inch, and his brows wrinkled.

But Nan Yan kept poking his waist below, urging: "Let you change it, change it quickly."

"..."

He couldn't help gritting his teeth, and could only put his other hand on the table obediently. This time, Xue Yun personally rolled up his sleeves for him, exposing his wrists, and still clasped the pulse for a long time in the clinic.

This time, Zhu Feng finally got a little impatient.

He said in a deep voice, "How is it?"

"..."

When Xue Yun heard this, he slowly raised his head to look at Xiang Zhu Feng.

After hesitating for a long time, he whispered: "Prince Huang, before, did you have---can I wash the marrow flowers?"