The princess is so powerful that the fish pond is full of people

Li Yu'an felt His Highness's hand on his blood-stained wrist, and was so shocked that he was speechless.

The light from the burning fire shone on the side of His Highness's face. In a trance, he seemed to have returned to the first time he met His Highness.

At that time, he had been suffering from tuberculosis for two years. His Majesty valued his talent and, with the guarantee of the imperial physician, allowed him to enter the Yangxin Palace to accompany His Majesty in studying.

That was the happiest time of his life during the ten years when he was trapped by tuberculosis. He still remembered that when His Highness saw him for the first time, he did not hide away by covering his nose like others did, but reached out and used a pen to lift up the scattered hair on his forehead that was deliberately scattered to cover his dark eyes.

He frowned and looked at him carefully, then asked solemnly:

"Are all of you literary people so casual? Anyone with an unbecoming appearance will be caned when entering the Yangxin Palace. Mr. Li, you'd better be more careful next time."

Li Yu'an became famous at a young age. Before he fell ill, he was a favored child of heaven and was admired by thousands of people. But after he fell ill, except for his father, mother and Cheng Zhao, no one was not afraid of him and could talk to him calmly like this.

"Your health is so poor, but you can't tell on a normal day. Did you take any harmful medicine?"

Li Yu'an already knew the power of the pill that His Highness had just fed him. Now that His Highness had guessed everything about him, he had nothing to hide anymore.

"It's just some painkillers, I should be fine."

Liang Chongyue gritted his teeth with the tip of his tongue and smiled silently:

"Yes, everyone is destined to die. Dying decades earlier is nothing."

Liang Chongyue's words left Li Yu'an speechless. Her hand was still on Li Yu'an's wrist. This idiot's pulse was even weaker than Aunt Rong's. If you didn't take his pulse carefully, you could hardly feel it.

"Tell me, what medicine did you take?"

Li Yu'an lowered his head, pursed his lips, and bit his lower lip tightly with his teeth where His Highness couldn't see, unwilling to reveal the pill.

"Your Highness, this is it."

Cheng Zhao took out a small brown medicine bottle from his arms with his injured hand trembling. When he took the medicine, he touched the wound that had not been treated, and he gasped in pain.

When Li Yu'an heard Cheng Zhao's words, he glared at him and Cheng Zhao fainted on Ping An's shoulder early, as if it was not him who had just brought medicine to His Highness.

Li Yu'an was helpless. He knew how harmful the medicine was, and for some reason he didn't dare to look up and meet His Highness's gaze.

Liang Chongyue had two monster heads hanging on his body, one on each side. In his hand, he was holding the medicine bottle that Cheng Zhao had handed to him. He handed it to Li Yu'an with a smile.

"Xiaoyao Pills?"

"No, it's Yuanjindan."

Although Li Yu'an didn't know what Xiaoyao Pills were, his intuition told him that it must not be a good thing. When he turned around to explain, his face almost touched the monster's head.

Liang Chongyue watched this scene with a smile, and stuffed the tuberculosis pill hidden in her hand directly into Li Yu'an's mouth.

"What a rubbish, it's not as useful as this princess."

As soon as the pill given by His Highness entered Li Yu'an's mouth, before he could react, it dissolved in water after chewing it twice and was swallowed down with his saliva.

As soon as the medicine took his medicine, he felt his throat felt much better. He seemed to be able to sense the pill dissolved in water going down his throat, and wherever it passed, he felt much more comfortable.

Li Yu'an was shocked that he could sense everything. He unconsciously clenched his fists, eager to feel the recovery of his physical strength.

Liang Chongyue saw his whole appearance. For someone who had been ill for ten years, when he encountered life-saving medicine, no matter how exaggerated his actions were, it would not be excessive.

Liang Chongyue picked up the small brown bottle in his hand and took a look at it, then directly notified the system to check the origin of this Yuanjindan.

It can allow a terminally ill person to live like a normal person, and the naked eye cannot see the difference.

If it is useful, prepare some for my second brother. I always feel that he may need it.

Liang Chongyue silently put the medicine bottle back into her backpack. She had already spent money to save people, so it would not be excessive to charge some interest.

Cheng Zhao had been with the Grand Tutor since he was a child, and was very familiar with his every word and action. He was used to seeing His Highness feeding the Grand Tutor medicine.

The Grand Tutor himself did not resist at all, and even seemed quite happy about it. He did not dare to say much, but when he saw the Grand Tutor's excitement, Cheng Zhao immediately turned his head away from Ping'an's shoulder and turned to stand in front of the Grand Tutor.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing that the Grand Tutor did not respond, Cheng Zhao was so anxious that he didn't care about the injury on his hand. He directly put his hand on the Grand Tutor's pulse. When he felt the pulse was stronger than before, Cheng Zhao directly slapped his forehead.

He thought he was confused because of the fever. He hadn't felt such a clear pulse on the Grand Tutor's wrist for almost a year.

He was a half-baked person. He practiced martial arts to protect the Grand Tutor and studied medicine because the Grand Tutor needed him. He was worried that he was not proficient in medicine. He wanted to believe that the Grand Tutor's pulse did show signs of improvement, but he was worried that it was his illusion.

Ping An looked at his frowning face, which alternated between joy and sorrow, and said speechlessly:

"You shouldn't question His Highness's medical skills. If there is anyone in this world who can truly heal the Grand Tutor, it must be my Princess."

Liang Chongyue was satisfied with Ping'an's flattery and rewarded him with a piece of dried meat with a smile.

Ping'an was already full. Sister Yunling had prepared so many delicious foods, but one more piece of dried meat wouldn't be too much.

Since Cheng Zhao was not around, he could finally enjoy a whole piece of dried meat all by himself. It felt great not having to take care of a patient.

After hearing Ping An's words, Cheng Zhao's lack of confidence gradually turned into determination.

That's right, his Grand Tutor is a lucky man, and Her Royal Highness the Princess is so powerful. He had previously found out that the Prince of Guangling went in and out of Her Royal Highness the Princess's house every day, so he must have something to ask for.

The Princess of Guangling has been suffering from tuberculosis for many years and it is said that she does not have much time left. There must be a reason why she went to the capital to celebrate the birthday of His Majesty on behalf of Prince Guangling.

The more Cheng Zhao thought about it, the more he felt that he was right. Her Royal Highness the Princess's political achievements over the years were obvious to all. Her Royal Highness could come up with things that he had never seen or thought of before.

Your Highness has known the Grand Tutor since childhood. Over the years, Your Highness must have found a way to cure the Grand Tutor.

Cheng Zhao took the Master's pulse again, and this time he felt the obvious beating of his pulse. He couldn't hold back the tears that he hadn't shed when the monster bit his face and almost ate him.

It is said that men don't shed tears easily. Ping An looked at Cheng Zhao's tears falling as if they were worthless, and silently glanced in the direction of His Highness.

Seeing that His Highness didn't care at all about the deep love between master and servant, my admiration for His Highness increased even more.