Chapter 462

The small black covered carriage drove back according to the established journey. Before reaching the door, doctor Zhou woke up.

When he got to the door, doctor Zhou got out of the car and let the people who followed him show their praise. He put down the curtain and let the carriage turn around.

Doctor Zhou hobbled back to his room and lay down in bed.

Soon the half deaf old servant of the family came. Doctor Zhou was about to make a gesture to let him down when a familiar voice sounded.

"How are you, doctor Zhou?"

Doctor Zhou suddenly straightened up, "you? Yang Hui?"

The old servant nodded. "I'm afraid something might happen to you. Come and have a look. People are sleeping in their own room. Don't worry. It's only because there are too many people watching in your place that I made such a bad decision."

Doctor Zhou let out a sigh of relief and lay back in bed.

Yang Hui was extremely patient. He stood aside and waited for a while before Zhou Taiyi slowly described it.

After listening, Yang Hui frowned.

"You hurry to write to your highness. It's really hard to do."

Yang Hui nodded and was about to leave. Suddenly he turned and threw a bottle of medicine to doctor Zhou.

"It's calm and calm. It's not bad for your body."

"I am a doctor myself."

Yang Hui chuckled, "the doctor doesn't cure himself, isn't it? You can't get well by yourself. You can't get medicine by yourself. You'll find a way to drag it before I come. I'll do it as soon as possible."

Doctor Zhou Taiyi was holding the porcelain vase in his hand. His complexion was complex. "Good."

Yang Hui soon left, as like as two peas in the air.

Doctor Zhou waved his hand before he withdrew.

In the bed tent were two intertwined people. The upper line was very strong, and the lower one was thin and round.

Xiaohua was in a trance when she suddenly saw the man stop.

"What's the matter, your highness?"

King Jing didn't speak. His lips held the past and his movements accelerated. It was only half a minute before the movement in the bed curtain stopped.

King Jing lifted the curtain, put on his dirty clothes and walked out of the bed. Xiaohua heard a little movement. It seemed that someone came in, whispered a few words, and saw King Jing turn back.

"You go to bed first. King Gu has something to do."

Xiaohua nodded and guessed what it was. It's even busy.

Seeing the letter handed over from the capital, King Jing immediately wrung his eyebrows.

He sat there, motionless, his hand intentionally or unintentionally lighting the table. Fushun offered tea and went down. Your Highness's state is very rare. At first glance, he is thinking about something big.

King Jing sat all night. He didn't move until the sky outside was white.

He didn't sleep all night. His eyes were a little bloody, not haggard, but a little bloody. He didn't go to his staff for discussion. Things like this can't be discussed. He can only think about it by himself, and he knows very well that if he takes a wrong step at this time, the outcome may be very different.

Of course, he can also choose the safest way, that is, continue to hide his accumulated strength, which means that the line of doctor Zhou must be abandoned.

King Jing is not reluctant to cut off this man, but he always thinks whether he can find a safe way between the two. Especially when the letter was delivered, all kinds of thoughts flashed in his mind. What was boiling in his blood was not helplessness or panic, but a kind of excitement.

This excitement is no stranger to King Jing, which represents an opportunity.

King Jing didn't make up his mind until near noon. Thinking well, he stopped hesitating and personally put the reply into the small copper tube on the eagle's leg.