Warning : Providence the Beauty is Driven to Villainy

The emotion in Wen Xian's eyes is very weak.

In these beautiful long and narrow eyes, there is not much nostalgia for this child, and some are just full of love and distress for this woman.

to be frank.

Wen Xian can't really say that he is reluctant to bear this child.

He is willing, he is willing!

He wished that this child had never been in this world.

Wen Xian's hand gently held Fu Yue's fingers, and said, "I haven't got a Ping An pulse today, right? I just ran into an imperial doctor from the hospital on the way here, and asked her to drop by. Outside, let her ask for a peace pulse, right?"

Fu Yue nodded obediently.

Anyway, she refused to use it, it is better not to be a demon.

After the imperial doctor came in.

Fu Yue found out that she was a familiar face, isn't this the girl that night!

After the imperial doctor asked for Ping An pulse, her face suddenly changed, with undisguised panic in her eyes, and she knelt down with a thud.

"Your Majesty, this, this—"

Wen Xianxin said fiercely, "What's the matter?"

The imperial doctor hesitated and couldn't say anything, the cold sweat on his forehead kept coming out, "Damn the minister, I misdiagnosed your majesty a few days ago."

Fu Yue silently applied a wax to the doctor in the bottom of her heart, but her face remained calm, "What's wrong? Speak clearly, and I forgive you not guilty."

Grand Doctor Bai worshipped deeply, and said with trepidation: "Your Majesty, Weichen, Weichen diagnosed... You have never been happy."

Wen Xian: "???"

Fu Yue, the master of the script: "..."

It was another turmoil.

Almost all the people from the Taiyuan Hospital were sent to Chaoyang Palace.

The same batch of imperial doctors before.

One changed one, but the saying was "Your Majesty, you have never been happy."

Fu Yue didn't say much.

Wen Xian took the lead to lift up his sleeves and smashed the teacup on the table towards the group of imperial doctors, and his low-magnetic, clear voice slowly sounded, "A bunch of rubbish! I can understand a misdiagnosis. Why are all of you misdiagnosed?"

The eunuchs knelt down one by one.

The older and most experienced imperial physician in the lead, she explained: "Returning to Fengjun, your majesty’s pulse is very strange. Last time the minister did diagnose it as a happy pulse, but now I don’t know why it is not anymore. ."

Fu Yue knew it was time for her to play.

She stretched out her hand to hold Wen Xian's sleeve, and said, "Don't blame them either. It's probably my physique. Disordered pulse is a common occurrence. It's not guilty of being so angry. Isn't it just right not to be pregnant? "

Wen Xian glanced back at Fu Yue, and then gave a soft hum.

Behaved like something.

Fu Yue waved to the group of imperial doctors and motioned them to retreat.

After the door is closed.

Fu Yue opened her lips and just wanted to say something, but when Wen Xian's next move gave her a jump, her words got stuck in her throat.

Fu Yue was sitting on the couch.

Wen Xian knelt down directly, stretched out his hand to hug her, and then happily put his head on Fu Yue's leg. His hair was soft and smooth, and itchy to the touch.

"I am so happy."

Fu Yue: "?????"

This is a little different from what she imagined!

Fu Yue asked honestly: "Happy? What are you happy about? Don't you think I'm lying to you?"

Wenxian laughed.

Those beautiful narrow eyes were like an abyss, and the expression in Fu Yue's eyes was full of tenderness, which made people want to be intoxicated.