I was given the contraceptive soup and became the emperor's white moonlight

Chapter 110 One Person Doing Things

As soon as Nan Xing entered the room, he saw Xiao Ye standing by the bed in a proper manner. Su Minglang, who heard the voice, was staring at him with a bad face. As soon as Nan Xing opened his mouth, he found himself stuttering unconsciously: "Master, Master..."

"Your humble servant pays his respects to Empress Zhaoyi." Doctor Zhao, who was following behind Nanxing, did not notice the strange atmosphere at all, but he couldn't help feeling a little guilty when he saw Su Minglang.

"Master Zhao, why should you be so polite?" Su Minglang chuckled, adjusted her sitting position, and sat upright on the bed to serve the man kneeling on the ground. "Master Zhao is busy with official duties. It is really inappropriate for these girls to bother you at this time."

"It is my fault that I failed to discipline my subordinates. I should apologize to Lord Zhao."

"Your humble servant is terrified!" Lord Zhao lowered his head hastily. He saw that Su Minglang knew of his refusal and was mocking him, but he had nothing to say except to bow his head and accept it. After all, it was he who had delayed the other person's illness, and it was already lenient that Empress Zhaoyi only said a few words to him.

“Get up.” Su Minglang saw that he hung his head and didn’t dare to say a word. He felt as powerless as a punch on cotton. It made sense. Although he was a first-rank imperial physician, he was just a minister after all. How could he dare to get the first place for someone the emperor valued?

After all, it is because one's identity and status are not as good as others, so people easily look down on one's self.

"Yes, thank you, Your Majesty!" Doctor Zhao thanked her with tears in his eyes. He felt that he was in a dilemma today and everything was a Shura scene.

"How do you feel, Your Majesty? Are you feeling any discomfort?" Doctor Zhao opened the medicine box and took out a silver thread and presented it to her. "Please allow me to take your pulse."

"Come on." Su Minglang stretched out a piece of jade arm from behind the gauze curtain and allowed Xiaoye to gently wrap the silver thread around her wrist. Doctor Zhao gently stroked the silver thread, squinted his eyes and carefully felt the pulse beating, and opened his eyes after a long time.

"Your Majesty, you are fine now, but the cold has entered your body and caused a high fever, so your body is inevitably weak. You should eat more mild foods to nourish yourself in the next few days. The medicine I have prescribed for you is mostly warm and nourishing."

"You should pay special attention to keeping warm these days, especially the cold dew in the morning and the cold wind at night. You must stay away from them."

Doctor Zhao put away the silver thread and handed the prepared medicine bag to Xiaoye. He turned around and said, "Although it is just a cold, you must not take it lightly. If you leave the root of the disease, you will regret it in the future."

"Okay, I see." Su Minglang nodded and waved his hand, saying, "Just give the prescription to Xiaoye, and you can go back to work."

"Then I will take my leave." Doctor Zhao bowed his head and walked out tremblingly with the medicine box on his back. The old man, who was over fifty years old, bent his body slightly and looked like he could not bear much pressure.

"Master..." Nan Xing spoke tentatively while hiding behind Xiao Ye. She saw Su Minglang looking at her unexpectedly. She shook her body unconsciously and hid a little deeper.

"Come out!" Su Minglang said in a more serious tone, almost scolding, "You dare not take responsibility for what you did?"

"I..." Nanxing was frightened by her and held Xiaoye's arm tightly, not daring to move. But Xiaoye was unable to take care of himself at this time. Under Su Minglang's sharp eyes, he wished he could crawl into the wall.

"Xiao Ye, go and boil the medicine, Nan Xing, come here!" Su Minglang narrowed his eyes and his face became even colder.

"Your servant, I'll be fine!" Nan Xing snatched the medicine bag and turned to run: "Sister Xiaoye has been serving you all day, let her rest!"

"Nanxing!" Su Minglang said word by word: "Give the medicine to Xiaoye."

Nan Xing paused, and walked back trembling under Su Minglang's gaze. He placed the medicine forcefully on Xiaoye's hand, walked towards Su Minglang with his head lowered. Before he reached the bed, his legs went soft and he knelt down.

Just as Xiao Ye was about to open his mouth to give some advice, he received a glare from Su Minglang. He lowered his head, grabbed the medicine bag and ran away.

"Aren't you very brave? What are you afraid of now?"

Su Minglang looked at the little girl kneeling in front of him with amusement, sighing at her audacity and shaking his head helplessly.

"My servant, I didn't do anything, did I? Master..." After Nan Xing finished speaking, he looked up at her guiltily, and seeing that she was staring at him motionlessly, he buried his head even lower.

"Look up and answer me!" Su Minglang scolded, "Say it again, you didn't do anything bold?"

"You dare to file a complaint before His Majesty? Is there anything in this world that you are afraid of?"

"Sister Xiaoye sold me out so quickly!" Nanxing widened her eyes in grievance: "She obviously agreed to it at the beginning!"

"Do you still need Xiaoye to sell you out?" Su Minglang sneered, "Xiaoye has never been a reckless person. If it weren't for you suggesting it, she would never have thought of it in this direction."

"When you did this, didn't you think that you would hurt yourself and Xiaoye?"

"I am not afraid of death!" Nan Xing raised her head and retorted, "Your Majesty is unfair, but I have said it, I am responsible for my own actions!"

"Bullshit, everyone is responsible for their own actions!" Su Minglang saw that she didn't realize the seriousness of the matter at all, and couldn't help but curse, "You still have your own name in Linglong Palace. Other than this door, others only know that you are a maid in my Linglong Palace."

"If His Majesty really wants to blame someone, why would he care who you are? He will only blame the entire Linglong Palace."

Nanxing obviously didn’t think too much about it. He just lowered his head in silence and stopped talking.

Su Minglang saw that she was sticking her neck out, obviously not convinced, and said in a serious tone: "Doing things in the palace is different from doing things in the countryside. You can't do whatever you want. Don't say anything unfair in front of me. The word fairness is a joke in this harem!"

"If you insist on seeking death, I will not stop you, but you should never take my people with you to die!"

"I understand!" Nan Xing suddenly raised her head and looked directly into Su Minglang's eyes. "I said that everyone should take responsibility for their own actions, and I will do it. I will go to His Majesty and apologize. I will accept the consequences whether I live or die!"

"You!" Su Minglang was furious. He pointed at her for a long time without saying a word. He threw the teacup at her and shouted angrily, "Okay! Go! If you want to go, go!"

"Get out!"

Nanxing glanced at her, kowtowed hard, turned around and left, leaving Su Minglang alone behind, speaking angrily.

"Nanxing?" Xiao Ye looked worriedly at Xingshen who was walking forward with his head down, and hurried inside.

"Master? What happened to Xiaoye? Where is she going?"

"Stop her!" Su Minglang didn't expect that the stubborn girl was really going to leave, so he hurriedly called Xiao Ye to stop her.

Xiaoye was pushed out by her in a daze and could only run in the direction Nanxing left.