Male God, a Little Su

But listening to it now, it only feels extremely harsh.

"That's your cousin. What's more, there's nothing wrong with liking someone."

Thinking of Wang Su's obsession with Wei Lian, he even gave up his rights. Looking at Changle again, his clothes are disheveled, even when he came to see him, he couldn't help but hang out with the male favorite before coming back.

Comparing the two, you can see who is superior.

At this moment, Wang Su never thought that someone could kill herself without any action.

"Yes, the boy knows that he is wrong, why don't you say it next time?"

Chang Le curled her lips, and leaned in front of him to hold his arm.

"My son heard that the emperor's father has been ill recently. It seems that a miracle doctor appeared in Shengjing. My son called her into the palace. May I take your pulse?"

There was a dark light in the palace man's eyes, and he dismissed it.

What you say sounds nice, but if you really mean it, you still need to ask the master for his opinion? The master dotes on her so much, how could he blame her for such a trivial matter?

Why didn't Wei Jing understand what he could figure out?

He let out a low laugh, and pulled out his arms calmly, as long as he thought about what Chang Le had done before coming, he couldn't bear Chang Le's approach.

I just feel a little sick.

"Oh? I have also heard that the miraculous doctor has a lot of pretensions and only receives one patient a day. If you want to invite her to see a doctor, you have to make an appointment. Have you ever made an appointment?"

"Do you still have an appointment?"

Chang Le stared, not expecting this at all.

But she waved her hand and said with a smile: "Father, you think too much. Being able to diagnose your pulse is a blessing that she can't cultivate in eight lifetimes. As long as she is here to ask for your pulse, how dare she not come?"

"What if she refuses to come?"

Wei Jing didn't like her arrogant tone, so he could only say that when people have prejudices in their hearts, they can find shortcomings in everything she does.

"Refused to come? Then I tied her in!"

What's the big deal? Chang Le still didn't believe it.

"No need, I'm in good health, and all the imperial physicians in the imperial hospital are highly skilled. If even they can't see it well, how can we expect a doctor with an empty reputation?"

Wei Jing lowered his eyelids, and said lightly: "I'm tired, I've got your heart, so you can go back first."

"Father, but I—"

"Master Changle, my master didn't sleep well last night, and my spirits are low. You should go back first, and come back another day."

The palace man stepped forward in time and asked Changle to go out with a smile.

Chang Le frowned, feeling that something was wrong.

Why do you feel that the emperor's father suddenly became indifferent to her? Is it her illusion?

"Then... that's fine, my son will leave, please rest well, my son will come to see you again some day."

Watching her turn and leave, Wei Jing exhaled, smiled wryly and shook his head.

In fact, Chang Le will develop his current temperament, and he can't do without his pampering.

*

Princess House.

When Chang Le returned to the mansion, the more she thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong, she frowned, "Go, tell the famous genius doctor in the ward, let her spare time tomorrow and go to the palace with me."

The servant went to take orders, but came back soon.

"how?"

Chang Le raised his head and took a sip of the fine wine, then stretched out his arms to embrace the beauty and asked casually.

She didn't think that anyone would dare to refuse when she heard her name, even the genius doctor who had been praised so highly recently.

But never thought, the servant shook his head with a bitter face when he heard the words.

"If you go back to the princess, the slave will go to inform you, and you won't even see the genius doctor's face."

"What?"