After her death, the emperors of the seven kingdoms all went mad

The imperial physician was stunned for a moment.

The emperor's expression was as if Prime Minister Lan's health was damaged by his pulse diagnosis.

Fu Jingchuan asked: "How long will it take for her body to recover?"

"I'll prescribe some medicine and you'll be fine slowly."

Lan Zhi smiled and shook her hand: "Don't bother the doctor, I know my body well."

She herself knew medical knowledge, and what he said was just that she had some dampness.

Furthermore, since the body is showing these symptoms because its life is counting down, no medicine can help.

"Are you the imperial physician or is he? Last time you got caught in the rain and soaked in water, didn't you even bother to ask the imperial physician to take a look when you came back?"

Fu Jingchuan's slightly angry tone made Lan Zhi a little surprised.

"I felt that there was nothing wrong, so I didn't dare to bother the imperial physician."

The imperial physician saw that the emperor looked unhappy, so he quickly said to Lan Zhi, "This is what I should do. Prime Minister Lan, just give your orders."

"Prepare the medicine for her later and watch her drink it."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Lan Zhi:.......

Your Majesty, I am terrified that you care about me so much!

"Go away." Fu Jingchuan said, and picked up the memorial again and read: "You continue to practice."

Lan Zhi cursed in her heart.

I don't even want to paint, but you force me to paint. You're not in the Imperial Study reading memorials, but come to this Danqing Pavilion, and you want me to practice painting here?

I can tell at a glance that you are not a quiet person, so why are you pretending to be a great writer?

Fu Jingchuan suddenly said, "If you draw it right, there will be a reward."

Lan Zhi's dull eyes suddenly lit up again: "What is right?"

"It looks at least similar to mine."

Lan Zhi muttered, "Then you didn't teach me the method either."

Fu Jingchuan paused, put down the memorial in his hand and stood up.

"I thought you would understand it after just one look, but I didn't expect you to be so stupid."

"I just said it, I'm stupid and can't learn it."

"Okay."

Fu Jingchuan gently picked up the brush with his slender and well-defined hands and dipped it in ink: "There are also some rules for dipping the ink, whether it is thick or thin, depending on where it is used. There are also some rules for putting the brush down, whether it is light or slow, heavy or fast.

"The thickness of the ink depends on the pressure of the brush and whether the ink is appropriate. For light ink, more water should be added, and for thick ink, less water should be added.

"For this stroke, did you notice that I dipped the brush in water first and then in ink?"

Lan Zhi was slightly surprised. She really didn't expect that the difference was that he dipped the brush in water at the beginning. She thought he was washing the brush.

Fu Jingchuan drew another stroke and said with a smile, "Do you understand now?"

"Well, the water is stored in the pen. When the thick ink at the tip of the pen falls, the water squeezed out from behind dilutes the ink, and the transition is just right. It's wonderful."

“The intensity of the stroke is also important.”

Lan Zhi tried to draw it: "Like this?"

"wrong."

"so?"

"wrong."

"So?"

Fu Jingchuan couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so he grabbed her hand and drew a line from left to right, almost covering her hand with his big palm: "Don't press straight down from behind, see?"

Of course Lan Zhi didn't see it, and she was stunned the moment he held her hand.

The warmth from the big palm made her heart beat wildly.

Is this the legendary "holding a pen and painting together"?

The picture is neither harmonious nor beautiful because both of them are very anxious.

The palace maids and eunuchs around thought the scene was a bit scary.

Fu Jingchuan let go of her hand after he finished drawing. He immediately sat back in his seat and continued to read the memorial. His voice sounded very calm: "Practice well on your own."

"Oh."

Lan Zhi let out a sigh of relief and just treated it as a filming. Although the mood was different from when she was filming, it was a little subtle.

She dipped the brush in ink and started working on it for a while. When she felt it was almost done, she showed it to Fu Jingchuan.

"Your Majesty, is this almost done?"

Fu Jingchuan took a look and said, "Well, you have learned well. I will give you a reward. What do you want?"

Lan Zhi was delighted. Is there a reward for this?

She glanced at the paperweight on the rice paper and found it was made of top-quality white jade, and it was a seed material. It was rare to find such a perfect piece of seed material.

The most important thing is that it is smooth and round, long enough, and has a touch of yellow skin and exquisite dragon relief craftsmanship.

"Is this white jade paperweight okay?"

"take it."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Eunuch Yan'an, who was standing by, heard this and looked at Lan Zhi in surprise.

The emperor was actually willing to give this paperweight to her?

Just now, the cousin asked the emperor for it, but he was reluctant to give it to her. Not only did Lan Zhi receive personal instruction from the emperor, but he also received a reward. It seems that things are different now, and he should be more polite to him.

"Okay, I have something important to do, you go back."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Lan Zhi finally breathed a sigh of relief, and ran away after leaving the door.

At this time, Fu Jingchuan slowly stretched out his palm.

Her hands are so small and soft...

He said to Eunuch Yan An, "Let the imperial physician watch her drink the medicine."

"It's Your Majesty."

..........

The imperial physician soon brought the medicine to Lan Zhi's palace and watched her drink it before leaving.

"It's so bitter, my life is bitter too!"

[Host, if you continue to be so bad, you will really suffer. ]

"What did I do wrong?"

[If Fu Jingchuan hadn't called you over, I think you would have stayed here until dark.]

Lan Zhi lay back on the bench, "So what do you think I should do?"

[Knock them down, aren't all men animals with lower bodies? ]

"Haha, Gouzi, you really know a lot."

[Host, if you continue like this, when will you be able to get 350 points of favorability? If you pounce on them, maybe it will go up immediately.]

"I now have to wonder if the previous host was led astray by you. If knocking her down was useful, why did she end up with negative points?"

The system smiled awkwardly: [Haha, host, I'm just making a suggestion.]

"By the way, what is the current situation in Baiguo?"

[Since the palace riot in the Bai Kingdom this morning, countless people have been killed and injured. Bai Chuyin's son has already attacked the palace.]

"Bai Jiuhan will be fine, right? After all, he hasn't become the emperor yet."

[The butterfly effect has occurred, and everything that happens next is uncertain. ]

"You mean, even if he dies before he can ascend to the throne, that's still possible?"

【Yes host. 】

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? I thought he hadn't reached the level of emperor yet and couldn't die!"

Lan Zhi hurried to the Bai Kingdom, and the entire Bai Kingdom palace was in chaos.

"Dog, where is Bai Jiuhan?"

[Host, Bai Jiuhan is outside Zhengyang Palace. ]

Lan Zhi quickly went towards the Zhengyang Palace.

It would be best if Bai Jiuhan was not in danger of his life. If he was, it would be a success as long as we could save him at the critical moment and prevent the world from collapsing.

"System, what is the situation now?"

[Bai Chuyin suspected that his son was conspiring with others to force him to abdicate and depose him from the position of Crown Prince. As a result, his son actually forced him to abdicate.]

"What about Bai Jiuhan?"