In fact, Murong Huan's illness is not a incurable disease, but a person around him who makes it difficult for him to recover.

When I saw Murong Huan for the first time after his rebirth, he looked much more energetic than the previous life. He had a green gown, a brocade waist and a jade belt. When he looked at the woman beside him and laughed, he had a deep love and affection in his eyebrows, and he was very polite to others.

After su Yuetong salutes him, Murong Huan asks her to get up. When she raises her head to let him see her face clearly, Su Yuetong sees shock in his eyes, and even pauses for a few seconds. Her eyes stare at her all the time.

Knowing that she was as beautiful as a flower, she would surprise others, so Su Yuetong was not surprised.

Murong Huan looked at her and said, "Miss Su It's different. "

Su Yuetong hooked the lip corner, and the first lines of their meeting didn't change. As soon as Murong Huan spoke, Su Yuetong felt familiar with it. But she distinguished the Qing Dynasty from the Qing Dynasty. Murong Huan's words in the last generation were ugly to her.

This life It has to be beautiful.

Su Yuetong said with a smile: "thanks for your praise. Is it convenient for your highness to let her ministers feel her pulse now?"

Murong Huan nodded. A beautiful woman beside him set the chair for Su Yuetong and let her sit beside him. She stood beside Murong Huan and looked at him with affectionate eyes.

Su Yuetong glanced up at her. The woman was as beautiful as I ever was. Her skin was white and her face was as plain as snow. She was worthy of the name Murong Huan gave her when she picked it up. She was called Xueji.

Xueji looks at Su Yuetong and gives Murong Huan a pulse. She says softly, "there is Miss Lao su. If Miss Su can cure your highness, Xueji is willing to be a cow and a horse to repay your kindness."

Su Yuetong smiles and doesn't speak, but Murong Huan looks at her with pity. She is so pity that she wants to give her her life.

Su Yuetong felt that it was a pity that Murong Huan's last life was to give him his favorite concubine, Xueji.

He didn't have any serious illness, but because Xueji was the daughter of his enemy, she had been lying in ambush with him since childhood and had given him a kind of chronic poison for a long time, so he would get more and more seriously ill. Xueji was his close servant concubine. No matter who came to treat Murong Huan, the medicine he took had to go through Xueji's hands.

Therefore, his illness is unlikely to get better.

As a result, when Su Yuetong went to treat him, he was already terminally ill.

Although Su Yuetong cured his body, he found that Xueji was the one who had harmed him for many years. He suffered a heavy blow in his heart and died just one year after he ascended the throne.

Su Yuetong sighed and her pulse was over. As she expected, Murong Huan's condition was much better than that of the last life. Although she had been poisoned for some years, she was not unable to solve it. So she told Murong Huan, "I can cure the prince's disease, but I need to give him acupuncture alone. I need the girl around you to avoid it."

Murong Huan slightly frowned, "Xueji is my beloved, there is no need to avoid."

Murong Huan said that Xueji's cheeks were flushed, but he still knew the general situation and said, "Your Highness, why don't you go out first and let Miss Su treat you alone? After all, your Highness's body is more important."

Murong Huan is not happy, but Xueji's words are reasonable.

But he doesn't trust Su Yuetong in his heart. After all, her age and reputation are here. It's difficult for him to avoid even Xueji.