Comprehensive film and television: Every time I dress up as a supporting role

Doctor Zhang stood in front of the Thirteenth Prince's residence, with a medical officer carrying a medicine box behind him.

Doctor Zhang straightened his back and waited for the steward to finish. He smiled and said, "The Emperor ordered me to come and treat the Thirteenth Master. It's been a long time since we last met. I wonder how the Thirteenth Master is doing now?"

The chief steward was stunned when he heard this, "Did the emperor really say that?"

Doctor Zhang's smile deepened. "Yes, the Emperor seems to care deeply about the Thirteenth Master."

The steward fell into deep thought.

Could it be that the Emperor has completely lost all patience with the Thirteenth Master and plans to send an imperial physician to test his condition, then find an excuse to have him die...

The conjecture was too terrifying. The chief steward gasped and subconsciously leaned against the door with his arm. He said, "The Thirteenth Master is feeling much better now. He just stopped taking the medicine a few days ago. Doctor Zhang, don't worry..."

Doctor Zhang was confused. Why didn't he treat the Thirteenth Master himself? Why did the chief steward seem unhappy? He was too lazy to investigate and stepped forward and said:

"I'll know the specific situation after I feel your pulse. Steward, please let me in!"

Having said that, even if the chief steward was unhappy, he couldn't stop anyone from entering. He had no choice but to reluctantly give up his seat and extended his hand, saying, "Doctor Zhang, please come in. Let me go tell the Thirteenth Master first."

Doctor Zhang said, "Go ahead. I'll wait."

The steward nodded, hurried through several semicircular arches, and then through five corridors, and finally found Yunxiang who was sipping wine and playing chess under the peach tree.

"Master, Imperial Physician Zhang Guanting is here to visit. He said he's here to treat you on the orders of the Emperor." The steward approached, bent over, and spoke with a bitter look on his face, as if he was very worried about the Thirteenth Master.

Although he was restricted in many aspects while working here, it was much better than working in most places.

Therefore, he did not want anything to happen to his master's family, otherwise, if he hadn't found a new job, he might end up getting implicated and killed as well...

"Why did you send someone to treat me when I was fine?"

Yunxiang sighed, and lost the mood to play chess. He placed the black chess piece in his hand on the board, ending the game.

He stood up, patted his clothes to smooth out the wrinkles, walked slowly towards the guest room with a square step and one hand behind his back.

He has the unique braid in the TV series "Legend of Zhen Huan", but his handsome face, upright figure and noble temperament make up for the shortcomings of his hairstyle very well. From the appearance, he is much better looking than the current emperor's bloated figure.

The steward bent down slightly and led the way in front. After bringing people to the place, he stood at the door.

Yunxiang didn't know what the emperor was suddenly doing, but he thought that anyone who showed him kindness for no reason was either a traitor or a thief.

He almost died of illness some time ago, and the emperor didn't care about him.

Now that he had survived, a royal physician was suddenly sent to him, which gave him a bad feeling, worrying that the emperor wanted to take action against him.

His guess coincided with the chief steward's, and it was obvious that they knew the emperor very well.

However, even if he felt uneasy, he could only accept it calmly. Thunder, lightning, rain and dew were all grace from the emperor. As a subject—no, not even a subject—as a bald prince, could he still resist?

Yunxiang went in to see Zhang Guanting with an uneasy mood.

"Good luck to the Thirteenth Master." Zhang Guanting stood up and bowed.

"No need to be so polite. Please take a seat, Doctor Zhang." Yunxiang was uneasy in his heart, but his face was calm. He was always good at hiding his true emotions. Sitting down in the chair next to Zhang Guanting, Yunxiang asked:

"It's been a while since we last met. How is Doctor Zhang doing these days?"

Zhang Guanting: "I am fine, thank you for your concern, Master Thirteen."

After a brief greeting, Yunxiang didn't struggle and simply stretched out his arm: "Please ask Doctor Zhang to treat me."

Zhang Guanting carefully felt the pulse for a long time, frowning, "Master Thirteen's health..."

It's very bad.

He briefly mentioned a few of Yunxiang's health problems, then wrote a prescription and said, "Master Thirteen's body currently needs to be treated with warming and nourishing medicine, supplemented by medicine. I will prescribe a prescription for you. Please follow the prescription first..."

The steward stood on tiptoe, looking at the situation inside with concern.

After the examination, Zhang Guanting wrote out some medicine and then said goodbye.

Yunxiang was puzzled. He had been in poor health in recent years and had taken too many medicines, so he had a certain understanding of the prescriptions.

He picked up the prescription and looked at it for a moment, and found that the prescription written by Doctor Zhang was not much different from the previous one, and it did not seem like it was intended to harm him.

Thinking too much was pointless, so Yunxiang simply gave up and handed the prescription to his personal servant: "Go and get the medicine for me according to this prescription."

The chief steward went to send Doctor Zhang away with eager eyes. He wanted to say something but hesitated several times. But then he thought that Doctor Zhang and the Thirteenth Master were not that close to each other and could not reveal the emperor's intentions.

In the end, he didn't ask. After seeing off Doctor Zhang, the chief steward came back sighing. Yunxiang saw him and asked him with a smile, "Why are you sighing?"

"It's okay. I'm just worried that the master is not in good health." The steward said, not daring to express his true worries.

Yunxiang didn't ask any further questions. He left the room and saw the sun rising. Suddenly, he felt like dancing with a sword. He asked the servant to go back and get his sword, and he stood in the sun, quietly enjoying it.

It was cloudy yesterday and the sun hardly appeared all day, which made Yunxiang very depressed. Today the sun came out and his mood improved a lot.

Zhang Guanting took the medical records and went back to see the emperor as soon as possible.

Yinzhen looked at the diagnosis made by the imperial physician and then at the prescription written by the imperial physician, and he was not satisfied.

The imperial physician had medical skills, but they were far from enough to cure Yunxiang, otherwise the Thirteenth Brother would not have died so many years earlier.

It seems that he has to do it himself.

But the original owner didn't know any medical skills, and it wouldn't be good to rashly reveal that he knew medical skills.

Yinzhen thought about it and came up with a perfect idea.

The next day, Yunxiang was summoned into the palace.

On the other side, Yunxiang had just taken the medicine prescribed by the imperial physician when the emperor's decree for him to enter the palace arrived.

The whole mansion felt even more stormy...

With a heavy heart, Yunxiang went to the palace to meet the emperor.

This is the first time Yinzhen sees the legendary Thirteenth Prince Yunxiang, a character who has never appeared in the drama. Even after so many time travels, this is the first time he sees him, which is quite refreshing.

Yinzhen sat on the dragon throne, carefully looking at Yunxiang's appearance and comparing himself with him, and found that Yunxiang was too thin.

But that face is very handsome.

Yinzhen couldn't help but wonder if he would look as good as this if he lost weight.

"Royal brother?" Yunxiang felt a chill on his back after being stared at for a long time, so he gritted his teeth and called out.

This sentence successfully brought Yinzhen's wandering thoughts back.

He smiled faintly and said, "Thirteenth brother, it's been a long time since we last met. You've lost quite a bit of weight. This is the nourishing soup I ordered the imperial kitchen to make for you. Please drink it."

Yunxiang's face froze: "......"

He suspected that there was poison in the tonic soup.