Swap, the involutionary regent palace fight also forced me to rebel

The feeling came too suddenly, Nan Yingzhi couldn't help it. She subconsciously followed the principles of hygiene and safety and covered her mouth and nose with her arms.

Nan Yingzhi sneezed for no apparent reason and finally stopped sneezing several times.

She was already feeling dizzy after reviewing memorials for an entire afternoon, and now her head was swelling from the sneezing.

Nan Yingzhi had just come to her senses when she saw the butler sending a servant to deliver a memorial into the door.

Looking at the pile of memorials that had just been lowered and then raised again, Nan Yingzhi remained silent.

I reviewed more than a dozen books in the morning and revised dozens of books in the afternoon. It was almost evening and another memorial arrived.

She leaned back in her chair, her back teeth rubbing against each other, and she almost uttered a "gasp".

Thinking that swearing is not good, as it creates bad karma and shortens one's lifespan, Nan Yingzhi held back the swear words and wiped the snot bubbles from her nose with a handkerchief while muttering, "Who cursed me?"

"Your Highness," Ling Feng was helping Nan Yingzhi grind ink at the table. Hearing this, he stopped what he was doing and comforted her in a gentle voice, "It may not be a scolding, it may be someone thinking about you."

Miss her? How could it be possible?

Nan Yingzhi blew her nose and didn't take it to heart.

It is important for people to know themselves. How could a sophisticated egoist like her, who would do anything to survive, be worthy of other people's concern?

Seeing Nan Yingzhi sneezing, Lingfeng guessed that it was because the window for ventilation was not closed this morning.

Nan Yingzhi fell into the water this morning and was now blown by the wind, so she sneezed continuously. She washed her hands with a handkerchief and went to close the window.

"It was my negligence. I forgot to close the window," Ling Feng said apologetically, "Please punish me, Your Majesty."

"It's okay," Nan Yingzhi shook her head while searching for the newly submitted memorials. "If the window is not open, it will be stuffy inside and it will be difficult for you to do anything."

Ling Feng saw that she had flipped through all the memorials but didn't take one out to review, so he asked curiously, "What are you looking for?"

"The memorial from Song Cheng, the Minister of War," Nan Yingzhi stretched and stretched his muscles, "Unfortunately, there is no memorial again."

Ling Feng also flipped through the book, and when he reached the last one, he didn't see Song Cheng's memorial: "Indeed, there is none."

"It's been a long time, and there's not even a message." Nan Yingzhi frowned and rubbed her chin with her fingers. "It's really, something's not right."

"When you were preparing for lunch break, I sent someone to urge him," Ling Feng thought about it and suggested, "How about I send someone to urge him again?"

"Okay." Perhaps because she overused her brain, Nan Yingzhi's temples felt like they were being pricked by needles. The pain made Nan Yingzhi gasp for air, "Hiss, it hurts."

Ling Feng went out and asked someone to rush to Song Mansion, and then returned to Nan Yingzhi.

Seeing that Nan Yingzhi was running low on energy, he asked with concern, "Your Majesty, are you feeling unwell?"

Nan Yingzhi rubbed her nose and said in a muffled voice: "Yes."

Nan Yingzhi never tells stories about her body. For example, if she feels uncomfortable, she won't hide it.

Since her mother passed away, Nan Yingzhi has been adhering to the concept of not shying away from illness or avoiding medical treatment, and actively cooperating with treatment in a timely manner when sick.

Too many diseases are not that scary at the beginning, but they become incurable only when they are delayed for a long time.

After all, my mother didn't go for regular physical examinations, worked overtime on weekdays, and didn't take medicine as ordered by the doctor, which ultimately led to the ineffectiveness of the rescue.

Nan Yingzhi's temple was throbbing, and she rubbed it with her thumb and answered sincerely: "Lingfeng, I have a headache."

"Is it your headache that's happening again?" Ling Feng understood. He stretched out his hand and pressed the acupuncture points on Nan Yingzhi's head with familiarity. "Let me press them for you."

"Hey," Ling Feng's technique was simple and rough, totally unrelated to tenderness. Nan Yingzhi dodged to the side in pain, "Be gentle."

Ling Feng was stunned, then he eased his strength: "Okay."

It was clearly the same force before, why didn't the prince ever cry out in pain?

Is it that Miss Nan is too intolerant, or is it that the prince is too intolerant...

"What do you mean by 'another attack'?" The tingling sensation in his temple subsided a little, and Nan Yingzhi became interested again. "He had this problem before?"

"Yes, the prince gets a terrible headache after reviewing memorials, and sometimes he has to bang his head against the wall to relieve it," Ling Feng said, carefully asking Nan Yingzhi for her opinion, "Is this intensity okay?"

"Not bad." Thinking that medical resources in ancient times were tilted towards the nobility, Yun Ji, the regent, should have seen a doctor and had prescriptions or something like that, Nan Yingzhi asked Ling Feng, "What medicine did the doctor prescribe for him before?"

Ling Feng paused and asked, "What medicine?"

Nan Yingzhi was confused by him. She asked doubtfully, "He was so seriously ill, but he didn't see a doctor?"

"It's true that he didn't find a doctor, but the prince asked the imperial master, and after listening to him, the imperial master taught me this massage technique, which is quite effective." Ling Feng thought for a moment and added: "The prince doesn't like to have contact with the imperial physician."

"Hmm?" Nan Yingzhi grasped the point and asked from her heart, "Why?"

"Uh," Ling Feng's expression was a little distorted. He closed his eyes and said helplessly, "Because the prince was once diagnosed by the imperial physician as having a pregnancy pulse."

"Pregnant pulse?" Nan Yingzhi was instantly amused and burst out laughing, "Which imperial physician made the diagnosis? He's so talented."

"Chen Hong," Ling Feng was filled with emotion when thinking of the past, "He said it unintentionally, but it left a big shadow on the prince. Since then, whenever the prince was unwell, he would not ask for the imperial physician, but would go to the imperial teacher instead."

"This imperial physician," Nan Yingzhi thought that in ancient times, imperial physicians were often buried with the deceased. Out of curiosity, she asked Lingfeng about the follow-up of the "pregnancy pulse" incident. "Is the person who diagnosed the pregnancy pulse still alive?"

"He's alive," Ling Feng replied quickly, "He's now the left judge of the Imperial Hospital."

"Well," Nan Yingzhi asked Lingfeng, "Do the Imperial Master and Yunji have a good relationship? It seems like you mentioned the Imperial Master several times."

Unexpectedly, even Nan Yingzhi could see his admiration for the Imperial Master. Ling Feng felt a little embarrassed. He stammered, "Is it that obvious?"

"Yes," Nan Yingzhi closed her eyes, enjoying the short break, and said something irrelevant to Lingfeng, exaggerating, "It's quite obvious, he keeps talking about the Imperial Master every three sentences."

Ling Feng blushed and revealed his admiration for the Imperial Master to Nan Yingzhi: "Sorry, I didn't expect it to be so obvious. Although I do have admiration for the Imperial Master..."

There were sudden knocks on the door. Three knocks. There was a one-second interval between each knock, not more, not less, just right.

This way of knocking on the door was agreed upon by Lingfeng and Lingyu.

Looking at Ling Feng beside her, Nan Yingzhi knew it was Ling Yu knocking on the door, so she called out, "Come in."

Ling Yu rushed in with a tiger-like face, bringing with him the slightly cool evening breeze from outside: "Your Majesty!"

Nan Yingzhi's headache, which had just been suppressed, suddenly came back. She hissed softly and asked Lingyu, "What's the matter?"

"Your Highness," Ling Yu suddenly realized after meeting his brother's gaze and looking at the posture between his brother and Nan Yingzhi, "Do you have a headache again?"

"Well," Nan Yingzhi was confused by his youthful energy, and she asked again, "So what's the matter?"

"Oh," Ling Yu's expression turned serious when he got to the point, "Someone outside wants to see you."

"Who wants to see me?"

"Minister of War, Songcheng."

"Speak of the devil," Nan Yingzhi muttered to herself as her eyes wandered, "But why did he want to see me, even if he was delivering the memorial?"