Demon King's Mysterious Imperial Concubine

Han Luoyan asked people to prepare a table of vegetarian dishes and was waiting for Nangong Ling to come and have dinner together.

However, at this time, the maid hurried to report, "tell the Lord, Miss Nangong doesn't seem to be right. She can't wake up, like she's in a coma."

As soon as he heard that Nangong Ling had something to do, Han Luoyan was worried. He hurried over and rushed directly into the house. He ignored all kinds of disrespects and different men and women. He came to the edge of the bathing bucket, looked at the people soaking in the water and whispered, "Xiaoling, Xiaoling..."

No matter what he called, the person in the water didn't respond. If she wasn't breathing, he would be crazy.

"Go and call the doctor." Han Luoyan picked up the clean clothes next to him, covered Nangong Ling in the water, and then took her out and sent her to bed.

There were many maidservants in the house. They wanted to say that it was not polite to do so, but the king's appearance was so terrible that they didn't dare to talk disorderly and even breathe more.

If Miss Nangong really has an accident, their maidservants will suffer.

After Han Luoyan put Nangong Ling on the bed, he thought she didn't wear clothes. He hesitated for a moment. Finally, he asked his maid to put clean clothes on her. He turned his back to the bed and didn't look at her.

He's worried to death where he's thinking about that now.

Xiao linger was just fine. How could it be like this in a twinkling of an eye?

The maidservant carefully dressed Nangong Ling. She was afraid that one might accidentally hurt her and annoy the Lord.

Who knows, half dressed, the man in bed suddenly woke up.

After Nangong Ling's promotion, she came out of the natural medicine space. As soon as she came out, she felt someone doing things around her. When she opened her eyes, she found that the maid waiting for her was helping her dress. At the moment, she was just half dressed, and there was still a piece of bare skin on her body.

The bedside was crowded with four maidservants, blocking Nangong Ling's sight. She didn't see Han Luoyan at all. She thought the house was full of women, so she exposed her skin so generously.

"What are you doing?"

As soon as he heard the voice of Nangong Ling, Han Luoyan was excited and rushed over regardless.

The maid was very knowledgeable and asked her to come out. At the same time, she stopped dressing Nangong Ling.

"Xiao ling'er, are you awake? Tell me what's wrong with you?" Han Luoyan stared at Nangong Ling's face. Up to now, he hasn't found her clothes in disorder.

Nangong Ling knew clearly that when he saw Han Luoyan rushing over, he immediately shouted, "ah..."

"Xiaoling, what's the matter with you?"

"Coyote." Nangong Ling pulled up the quilt and wrapped himself tightly.

In fact, she just showed a little shoulder. For her, who once lived in the 21st century, showing a little shoulder is nothing at all.

But as soon as she thought that Han Luoyan was in the room when her handmaid dressed her, she was depressed!

She clearly remembers that she was soaking in the bath bucket. How did she come to bed?

Who brought her to bed?

Handmaid?

If it's not a handmaid, isn't it

Nangong Ling didn't dare to think about it, because the more she thought about it, the more depressed she became.

Han Luoyan was very angry when he heard Nangong Ling's cry, which showed that there was nothing serious wrong with her body. He was relieved at last.

But after he was relieved, he seemed to be in big trouble for seeing Xiao linger.

"Xiao Ling er..."

"Say, who brought me to bed from the bathing bucket?" Nangong Ling asked angrily. She glanced at the maidservants in the house and saw that they lowered their heads one by one. She had guessed the answer, and then stared at Han Luoyan with cannibal eyes, "little Luo Luo, you big color wolf."

"It's all right, I'll be responsible for you." Han Luoyan said softly. Looking at him, he seemed a little happy.

"In charge of you big head ghost. I took a good bath in the room. Why did you come in?"

"The maid said she couldn't wake you up, and the king couldn't wake you up when he came, so... Xiaoling, what happened to you just now?" Han Luoyan seriously changed the topic.

Xiao linger's health is related, so he has to take it seriously.

"I... I'm sleeping." Nangong Ling prevaricated casually.

It can't be said that she practices and promotes in space, can it?

She doesn't intend to let little Lolo know about the seal of heavenly medicine, because there may be changes between them.

"How can you not wake up when you sleep?" Han Luoyan obviously didn't believe it.

"It's normal to sleep too heavily and can't wake up."

"Xiaoling, are you hiding something from the king? Is it a heart attack?"

"Heart disease?" Nangong Ling was puzzled and confused. He suddenly remembered the punishment of heart strangulation printed by the heavenly doctor when she was in the Qiling palace that day.

The punishment of heart twisting made little Lolo mistakenly think she had a heart disease.

But how to explain it?

Before Nangong Ling came up with a solution, Zuo Fei invited the doctor, "Lord, the doctor is coming."

"Doctor, show her." Han Luoyan thought Nangong Ling's medical skills were very good before, so he didn't find another doctor to show her, but now he thinks it's necessary for other doctors to make a good diagnosis and treatment.

The doctor doesn't cure himself. No matter how good xiaolinger's medical skills are, who will treat her in case of anything wrong with her body?

"I'm a doctor myself. I don't need another doctor." Nangong Ling refused.

But Han Luoyan ordered in a strong way, "give me a good look at her situation."

The doctor is an ordinary person. He can't stand the powerful pressure of Han Luoyan. He almost knelt on the ground. In a cold sweat, he walked towards Nangong spirit. "Miss Nangong, let me take your pulse, please."

Nangong Ling knew that if she didn't take the doctor's pulse today, Han Luoyan would certainly break him into pieces, so she cooperated with him and asked the doctor to take the pulse, "look, look."

"Thank you, Miss Nangong." the doctor stretched out a shaking hand and finished it for a long time. Moreover, the diagnosis given was inconsistent with the facts, because he couldn't tell what was wrong with Nangong Ling at all, but for the sake of his life, he said casually, "Miss Nangong is just a little short of Qi and blood. She has been too tired recently. She is depressed and will be fine after recuperation for a period of time."

"Ah?" Nangong Ling listened to the doctor's diagnosis and gave himself a pulse. He found that his situation was similar to what the doctor said, but it was not as serious as he said.

"Go and write a prescription." Han Luoyan was satisfied with the doctor's diagnosis, so he let him go.

Nangong Ling wanted to say something, but Han Luoyan didn't give her a chance. "You have a heart disease and should have a good rest. Move to the Palace during this period of time and wait until you are well."

"Ah?"

"Don't refuse."