Male God, a Little Su

Su Yan stepped on his face and crushed him down.

"Xiao misses me, do you deserve it? I wanted to stay with you for a while, but it's a pity—"

"Um..."

Emperor Jing's angry scolding turned into a vague whimper when it came to his mouth.

Su Yan laughed, "come here, go and ask the imperial doctor to come."

Footsteps came.

Emperor Jing's limbs, including his face, were stiff, and he couldn't control it at all. Only his eyes could barely turn freely. He looked in the direction of the footsteps, and then his eyes widened and his pupils contracted.

I saw Luo Xiu holding the whisk, as if he didn't see him lying on the ground, respectfully saluting to Su Yan.

"Meet the king."

"Eunuch Luo, in your opinion, what should I do if the emperor is like this?"

bastard! Dog minion!

"Uuuuuuuuuuu!!"

Luo Xiu didn't change her face, she flicked the dust, and said respectfully: "If you go back to the prince, the emperor has a temperamental temperament, and recently he has been addicted to refining medicine and pursuing longevity. Maybe something went wrong and caused a stroke. Hurry up and ask the imperial doctor to take a look!"

Su Yan curled her lips, "That's what you said."

"Come on, Imperial Doctor Xuan!!" Luo Xiu said, his voice changed suddenly, he trembled, rolled and crawled out anxiously, "Come on! Come on, the emperor has a stroke!!!"

Emperor Jing has always known that these minions are the masters who talk to people and talk to ghosts. I thought more carefully one by one, but I never thought that one day Luo Xiu, who was loyal to him, would use these scheming on him.

Pretending to be a real thing, calling it a gut-wrenching one!

If he hadn't been a victim, he would have almost believed it.

This night was destined to be a sleepless night.

The matter of the Taiji Temple spread quickly and was suppressed again. The concubines and concubines in the harem were in a panic, and they depended on the Lord of the world to survive. It's okay to have children around, but those who don't have children, I'm afraid they will sleep all night, worrying about their fate.

"This--"

The imperial physicians from the entire imperial hospital were summoned. They looked at Emperor Jing, who was lying on the bed with crooked mouth and slanted eyes, trembling all over.

Not because of his illness, but because of the bright slap print on his face!

"how?"

"thump--"

Headed by the medical order, they all knelt down.

"If I go back to the prince, the emperor thinks that he was greedy for cups during the palace banquet. He got emotional and suffered a stroke."

"Oh?" Su Yan raised her eyebrows, "Can you save it? This king ordered you to do your best to save the emperor! If you can't save the emperor, this king will take your head off!"

"My lord, this-"

The poor imperial physician Ling was quite old, and when she raised her head tremblingly, she met her meaningful eyes. Looking at each other, she smiled casually.

"What to say, what to do? You all understand?"

The light and fluttering voice slammed down, but it was like the whole mountain collapsed.

The strong momentum rolled towards them overwhelmingly, causing them to bend their backs, and there was no hint of resistance from the bottom of their hearts.

"Yes Yes……"

"What the lord says is what he says."

It is said that the aura of an emperor is the most terrifying, but now they feel that the aura of the cynical Ninth Prince is terrifying.

"The Taiji Temple is blocked, and the concubines of the harem are not allowed to come to visit. You must let the imperial brother 'at ease' to recuperate, understand?"

"Um!"

bastard! bastard!

I do not agree! ! !

He drooled down the pillow, but no one cared what he thought.