This is really fun. Tang Mowan doesn''t want to enter the palace, but Yan Qingyi wants to enter the palace by all means. Is it fun?

    "Then please tell your lady, I will come to play with her another day, so I will say goodbye."

    "Miss Qingyi, why don''t you go to my lady?"

    "come back next time."

    Yan Qingyi raised her hand above her head, waved it, and strode away from the mansion.

    Judging from the girl''s previous words, Yuchiyan has become poisonous to men, so Yan Qingyi has only two options. One is to disguise herself as a man and become an imperial physician to approach Yuchiyan, but this imperial physician is not a good one!

    The second is to approach a prince, become his personal servant, and he will bring him into the palace. If she happens to meet someone in the palace who is sick, she can go to show her strength. When she cures that person, the emperor is happy and directly Leave her in the palace!

    003 sighed when she heard these methods she was thinking of!

    [Host, if you want me to say that you should go to Master Tang, let him recommend you to go to the palace as an imperial physician, which is more direct and convenient. 】

    "...Aren''t you going to help me make plans?"

    [Yeah, if I don''t help you, you''ll have to take another detour. 】

    Yan Qingyi''s innocent smile suddenly turned red with embarrassment, 003 Is he looking down on her?

    "Then I''m going to Tang Mansion again? But 003, Master Tang, he knows me. He knows that I am not skilled in medicine. What if I get suspicious?"

    【Then you are lying. 】

    lie?

    Yan Qingyi stood there and thought about it for a while, and suddenly her forehead lit up and she thought of a way!

    So, Yan Qingyi went to the gate of Tang Mansion again and again, and waited for an hour. Looking at the carriage parked at the gate, Yan Qingyi rushed over.

    "Uncle Tang!" Yan Qingyi raised her head and looked at Tang Zhen who was getting out of the carriage.

    Tang Zhen saw that it was Yan Qingyi, and a smile immediately filled his entire face. He was in his forties, smiling and looking kind.

    "Qingyi is here!" Tang Zhen laughed a few times, and Yan Qingyi helped him down from the carriage.

    "Uncle Tang, Qingyi hasn''t seen you for a long time, so I came to see you specially!" Yan Qingyi supported Tang Xiao and entered the Tang Mansion.

    Tang Zhen was amused by her words.

    She usually came with her father, but now she came alone, smiling so diligently. It seems that she didn''t come to visit him!

    When they got to the front hall, Tang Zhen called someone to serve Yan Qingyi tea.

    "Qingyi, do you have something to do with me when you came to see Uncle?" Tang Zhen asked as he picked up the tea on the table, lowered his head, took a sip, and put the teacup beside the table with a smile.

    Yan Qingyi''s pink face turned red again.

    This Tang Zhen was just like the roundworm in her stomach. She didn''t say anything, but people had already guessed it!

    The ancients, they really know what to say!

    Yan Qingyi didn''t answer Tang Zhen, she got up and walked behind Tang Zhen and used the trick she did to her father yesterday!

    I went to participate in the morning court today, Tang Zhen stood for an hour, his waist was sore and his legs were sore. It was indeed a lot more comfortable to be pressed by Yan Qingyi.

    "Uncle, do you feel comfortable?" Yan Qingyi asked suddenly.

    "Well... I feel that the aches and pains all over my body have disappeared a lot. Qingyi, when did you go to learn massage?"

    "Hey, now Qingyi can not only massage, but also treat people."

    "Huh? Really?"

    "Of course, when did Qingyi lie to you, uncle?"

    Tang Zhen suddenly became interested. He has always felt uncomfortable these days. Since this girl can see a doctor, it is better to let her see it!

    After clearing his throat, Tang Zhen turned to look at Yan Qingyi beside him.

    "Then take a look at me, I''m not feeling well lately!"

    "Okay." Yan Qingyi couldn''t help but refuse.