Male God, a Little Su

Luo Xiu hurriedly knelt down, "The emperor said that these are the slaves who are smashed, and they will not receive rewards for no merit. The slaves dare not ask for rewards. Just ask the emperor not to be angry with the slaves, and let the slaves continue to serve you. It is a great thing. gift!"

He humbly fell to the ground.

There was a smile in Emperor Jing's eyes, he liked this kind of servant.

Even if the fault itself is his own.

"Okay, get up!"

This thing passed quickly.

Emperor Jing had more and more headaches, and every time he had a headache, even the imperial physician was helpless. Everyone in the imperial hospital was in danger. The last imperial doctor who consulted Emperor Jing had already been dragged out and beheaded.

Everyone now knows that once they go to see Emperor Jing, they may die.

unless--

Someone can cure Emperor Jing's headache.

"Go away! Go away for me!"

Luo Xiu stepped on the mess and walked in. Seeing this scene, he silently pulled his lower lip, and a smile crossed his eyes.

Afterwards, he bowed respectfully and walked in. Seeing Emperor Jing, who was beating like thunder and his face was ashen, he bent over to massage his temples, and suggested in a low voice, "Your Majesty, if the imperial physician is useless, maybe we can try to summon the world. A famous doctor has entered the palace to diagnose and treat the emperor."

Emperor Jing said with a sullen face, "The best doctors in the world are in the palace. If they are all helpless, what use are those outside doctors?"

"Hey—that's not what you said," Luo Xiu said with a smile: "Recently, the slave heard a thing, saying that it was a Taoist priest who came from Chuanlan Country to travel on a team, and he was a famous Taoist doctor in Chuanlan Country. Maybe, The emperor can call them into the palace to try."

"From Chuanlan Kingdom?"

Emperor Jing didn't say a word, and didn't immediately nod his head in agreement.

A few days later, Emperor Jing's headache became more and more serious. It felt like there were hundreds of millions of ants gnawing and messing around in his head. His eyes were scarlet in pain, and he wanted to destroy everything he saw.

The palace staff in the hall changed batch after batch.

Every day a new palace keeper dies.

Emperor Jing's tyrannical temperament spread, and the atmosphere above the court was depressed, and everyone was in danger.

"Your Majesty, please redeem the slaves to make up their own minds! The slaves really can't bear to see you suffer like this, so they decided to invite those Taoist doctors into the palace. If they can't be cured, it's not too late for you to punish the slaves again!"

Emperor Jing had already lost his ability to think because of the pain. Hearing that, he nodded immediately, "Tell them to come in!"

Those Taoists wore white clothes and walked briskly, as if they were walking in the clouds.

Just looking at the appearance, it is a good appearance of a fairy.

"Pindao has seen the emperor!"

Emperor Jing's eyes turned black in pain, and he gasped with his mouth open.

Luo Xiu hurried up to meet him and said with a smile, "All Taoist priests are outsiders. You don't have to be bound by etiquette, please come and see what disease the emperor has!"

Hearing the words, the leading Taoist priest politely clasped his fists and stepped forward.

The hall was very quiet.

Luo Xiu waited nervously. After a long time, she heard the Taoist let go of her hand and said, "Your Majesty, this is caused by an evil wind entering your body, and it is not a serious illness. It's just that the emperor of the poor Taoist Temple has a stagnation in his heart. If you don't find an opportunity to evacuate, I am afraid that Worrying will make you sick!"

"This... this dare to ask the question! Is there a way to solve it?!"

"No hurry," the Taoist smiled mysteriously, "Pindao will relieve the emperor's headache now. As for the other side, it's still not too late to wait for the emperor to recover."

While Emperor Jing was suffering, he suddenly smelled a fragrant fragrance, which seemed to have a spirit, as if it had penetrated into his mind.

Gradually relieved his headache...