Concubine Rong Allure

"What!" Su Wanqing didn't care if her hair was dry or not, she left the jade branch and ran towards Shangling Pavilion.

Why do you suddenly vomit blood?Isn't it fine during the day?Even the imperial doctor has come, how serious is that?

When Su Wanqing arrived at Shangling Pavilion, a group of people surrounded Chu Muyun's room.

Mo Heng was blocked by those doctors, and when he saw Su Wanqing coming, he cupped his hands and saluted: "Princess."

Su Wanqing looked at Mo Heng's red eyes, her heart sank, even Mo Heng was frightened, it seemed that Chu Muyun was really serious.

Su Wanqing nodded slightly to Mo Heng, and then shouted at the group of doctors who surrounded the room: "Get out of the way!"

When everyone turned their heads, they happened to see Su Wanqing's cold face, and then stood aside one after another, making way for Su Wanqing.

"How is the prince? Tell me." Su Wanqing went to the bed and sat down, glanced at Chu Muyun's pale face, and then pointed to an imperial doctor standing in front.

"Weichen just checked the pulse of the prince, and found that his pulse is calm and gentle, with an even rhythm, and there seems to be nothing wrong with it." The imperial doctor was also very puzzled. Although the pulse was normal, he still vomited blood, which seemed a little unreasonable.

Su Wanqing's eyes darkened. If the pulse condition is normal and she still vomits blood, then... Su Wanqing glanced at Chu Muyun who was on the bed.

"You guys have nothing to do here, let's all go." Su Wanqing stretched out her hand to cover Chu Muyun's somewhat messy quilt.

"But Wangfei, I haven't prescribed medicine for the prince yet." Seeing Su Wanqing driving them away, the imperial doctor hesitated.

"You don't even know what disease the prince is suffering from, so what kind of medicine are you prescribing?" Su Wanqing raised her head, and the imperial doctor was instantly speechless with that calm and prestige.

After everyone had left, Su Wanqing got up and walked to the table to sit down.

"How long will the lord pretend to be?"

As soon as Su Wanqing's words fell, Chu Muyun, who was lying on the bed weakly, immediately sat up, not at all like someone who had vomited blood.

"How did Qingqing find out?"

"The prince pretends to be very similar, but if the prince does not move, it will be more similar."

Su Wanqing gave Chu Muyun a blank look. In fact, she didn't notice it at first, but Su Wanqing's hair touched Chu Muyun's arm, and it might be a little itchy, so Chu Muyun moved a little.

"Why does the lord pretend to be sick?" Su Wanqing looked at Chu Muyun who got up and asked.

"Because there will be a play going on in the past two days, but it is inconvenient for us in the Rong Palace to participate, so this king can only thank the guests behind closed doors on the grounds of recuperating."

"So the lord did this to make it more realistic?" Su Wanqing was almost pissed off by Chu Muyun. She just heard that Chu Muyun vomited blood, and she panicked, fearing that something would happen to Chu Muyun.

"It's my fault that Qingqing is worried." Chu Muyun put on his clothes and walked to Su Wanqing's side, and poured a cup of tea to please him.

"Think about it with a cup of tea? Does the lord think I'm too talkative?" Su Wanqing smiled coldly, turning her head to avoid seeing Chu Muyun.

Seeing this, the corners of Chu Muyun's lips curled up, and Qingqing admitted that she was worried.

"Then what Qingqing said, I will do it. Otherwise, how about this king telling Qingqing a piece of news?"

As soon as Chu Muyun said Su Wanqing, he became interested. Chu Muyun's news channels were wider than hers, and the news would be known before others, so Chu Muyun's news was very valuable.

Su Wanqing turned her head and motioned for Chu Muyun to continue.

"My lord, tell me."