Male God, a Little Su

Lan Huaixu's ears were slightly red, and he shook Su Yan's hand, "Then you go and do your work first, I'll go back by myself."

Even so, I feel a little sad.

"No hurry, I'll take you back first."

Su Yan pulled Lan Huaixu forward, and said to Wang Su without looking back, "Get the carriage ready first, I'll send Ah Xu back, and I'll walk with you."

Capable people are arrogant, not to mention that her little uncle has been waiting for so many years, and he doesn't care about a day or two.

"Okay! Then hurry up!"

She scratched her neck and shouted, ordering someone to lead the carriage.

Su Yan had already made up her mind, and after sending Lan Huaixu back to the Hou's residence, she turned around and got into the carriage, and left with Wang Su.

But Su Yan thought about it, and when she really saw that man, she realized that this noble man was more expensive than she imagined!

"A Yan, you have to restrain your temper when you go in later. Although my little uncle has a gentle personality, he is also the master of the harem after all, you—"

"I count them all."

Wang Su couldn't believe Su Yan's words.

She counts? She has several farts!

Sure enough, when she entered, she saw the man in the lake green brocade robe sitting at the top, Su Yan just slightly arched her hands as a greeting.

"The grass people have seen the emperor's husband."

"Excuse me, you are the Su Yan that Su'er often mentions, right? Sit down, don't be restrained."

The man's appearance is not outstanding, at most he can only be regarded as handsome in facial features. In this harem where many beauties gather, if it is not for the strong background of his mother's family, he may not be able to occupy this position.

Still sitting steadily for so many years.

"No need, since you called me into the palace, I must be sick. It's getting late, and there are still people waiting for me at Caomin's house, so I won't sit down."

Su Yan took two steps forward, Wang Su grabbed her and smiled wryly, "Uncle, that's just her personality, you—"

"No problem."

The man chuckled lightly with a kind face.

"Then take your pulse first, it doesn't matter if you don't see it well, I don't blame you."

Su Yan raised her eyebrows and smiled lowly, "There is no disease that I can't see well in this world, please rest assured."

Wang Su rolled her eyes, almost fainting.

Who gave Su Yan the courage to make her so arrogant. Being sought after by so many people outside, it's fine for others to praise her, but now she can be in the palace! In front of the master of the harem, she dared to talk nonsense!

Does she know how to write the word modest? !

The palace people stared nervously, for fear that this private doctor who appeared out of nowhere would harm their imperial husband.

The Changle Palace was very quiet, and the breathing could be heard clearly.

Wang Su was extremely nervous. Looking at Su Yan's calm face, she couldn't guess what she was thinking.

When Su Yan let go, she immediately leaned forward and asked anxiously, "How?"

"It can be cured."

Su Yan lightly took out the handkerchief and wiped her hands. Seeing her appearance, the servants who served the imperial husband frowned, and wanted to reprimand her. But he was stopped by the man raising his hand, he chuckled, "But really?"

"What good is lying to me?" Su Yan beckoned, "Bring a pen and paper, and I'll write a prescription first. If the imperial husband is worried, you can ask the imperial doctor to check the prescription."

"them?"

The man shook his head and laughed, "For so many years, they have been helpless about Ben Gong's illness. Even if the prescription is put in front of them, they probably won't be able to tell the difference."