My master is very smart

Gu Ci stared at the white and tender wrist. The blood vessels on it were clearly visible, the fingers were slender, the joints were clear, and the nails were trimmed round and shiny.

Such beautiful hands...

Tsk, if it were made into a specimen...

[Master, master, stop what you are thinking, he is your baby]

"Little Marquis, there is nothing serious about Mr. Ji. He just has a fever caused by catching a cold. He will be fine after taking two doses of medicine."

The imperial doctor wrote a prescription and asked Xiaoqing to find the medicine boy in his yard.

Gu Ci looked at the imperial doctor who was hesitant to speak, glanced at the person behind the bed curtain, and said, "If the imperial doctor has anything to say, just say it."

The imperial doctor bowed respectfully first, and then said with some confusion: "Little Marquis, Ji Beifu's illness seems... it seems..."

The imperial doctor hesitated and did not dare to continue.

"It seems to be a man-made reason," Gu Ci added what the imperial doctor did not dare to say.

Just when the imperial doctor was about to open his mouth to say something, Gu Ci smiled with an unknown meaning, put his index finger to his lips, made a silencing gesture, and then said: "Dr. Li, what's going on with Ji Beifu today?"

The imperial doctor met those dark eyes, which were not smiling at all. They were clearly cold and without warmth. His legs went limp and he knelt on the ground: "Little... little Marquis, what's wrong with me today... ...I don’t know anything, so please spare my life, little Marquis.”

The imperial doctor was kowtowing as he spoke, and blood started to pour from his forehead without stopping.

The outside world said that this little Marquis had a bookish attitude and only knew how to study every day. He was very weak and incomparable to her father who was both civilized and military.

But is this person who can tell the condition of his illness just with his eyes really as unbearable as the rumors say?

As a royal person, how can he be a simple person.

Gu Ci sat down on the chair and put on the posture that a marquis should have: "Okay, let's worry about Doctor Li's illness. It will be noon soon. Doctor Li must be a busy man too. I won’t leave Doctor Li to eat.”

"Thank you, Lord Marquis. I will leave immediately." The imperial doctor ignored his appearance, kowtowed and thanked him, and ran outside.

The moment she closed the door, the imperial doctor looked at the silhouettes of the people in the room. For a moment, she seemed to see a person in a trance.

She remembered that it was the Marquis, who had just become a minor and was named the crown prince of Xuanping Marquis.

It seems that something big is going to happen in Tianqi Kingdom.

After the person left, Gu Ci walked to the bed curtain, looked at the man with his eyes closed tightly, frowning, and trembling all over. He took out a white bottle from his sleeve, poured out two pills, and gave it to the person. Feed it.

Seeing the person on the bed slowly opening his eyebrows, he breathed a sigh of relief.

In Tianqi Kingdom, everyone knows that the head of the Gu family, Gu Meilin, was born as a bodyguard. He was granted the title of Marquis of a different surname by saving the life of the First Feng and the Empress. All his descendants, all women, will be Marquises.

Later, Xian Fenghou married her only son Lu Xiuyuan, and this marquis also promised to be together for the rest of his life in front of the civil and military ministers of the Manchu Dynasty.

Since then, the Gu family, who were originally ordinary, suddenly changed their fate and reached the pinnacle of status.

Five years have passed, and there has always been only one official husband in this prince's backyard, the original Lu Xiuyuan.

On the day when Xianfenghou died, the queen, who had always doted on him, announced to the court that she would give the Gu family a Shangfang sword, which could kill the faint king and the treacherous ministers.