In fact, when Yun Xiaoxiao came to check her pulse, she closed her eyes embarrassedly.

She knew that she was pretending, Zhuge Hao only needed to take the pulse to know, she was embarrassed to look at him, she hurt everyone to work hard, Zhuge Hao rushed over, where did she have the face to look at him.

She was afraid of seeing displeasure on his face and seeing disapproval, so she could only pretend to be unconscious.

It's just that when the time passed minute by minute, and the hand was changed to another one, Zhuge Hao didn't have the intention of withdrawing her hand, and her heart couldn't help but be suspended.

Something can't really happen to her, right?

Why Does It Take That Long To Diagnose Pulse?

Yun Dawn almost opened his eyes to see what was going on.

But she really didn't have the face to see Zhuge Hao, did she look at it or not?

When she didn't know whether to open her eyes or not, Zhuge Hao finally withdrew her hand, but the ensuing sentence made Yun Xiaoxiao's heart chuckle.

Her heart couldn't help but become heavy, and she actually heard the worry in Zhuge Hao's voice, and her heart became heavy.

When Zhuge Hong also took her pulse, her eyelashes, which were trembling like butterfly wings, finally raised, and she opened her eyes and looked over.

The first thing that caught her eyes was Zhuge Hong's handsome face, which was originally free and easy, but now became dignified.

She just glanced at it, then looked away, looked to the side, and immediately met Zhuge Hao's gaze that he didn't know how to describe.

There was worry, embarrassment, heaviness, pity, unwillingness, anger, all kinds of intersections in that gaze, but she couldn't understand it.

But she knew that her business was embarrassing him.

Is she seriously ill?

Yun Xiaoxiao met Nangong Qing's worried gaze with this doubt, she blinked, her mouth closed as if she wanted to say something.

But thinking that Zhuge Hong was taking her pulse, she was afraid of disturbing him, so she couldn't help but shut up again.

Seeing that she wanted to speak again, Nangong Qing immediately put away her worried look and gave her a reassuring look, a look of affirmation that although you are at ease, you will be fine.

Yun Xiaoxiao's heart warmed, her inquiring and worried eyes immediately became tender like water, and her eyes looked at Nangong Qing warmly, and the two ignored the people who surrounded them, and their eyes were entangled.

The intimate atmosphere between the two of them, which does not allow others to interfere, makes the concubines around them jealous and envious, but the queen mother has always been happy with the emperor, and they don't know it, what else can they do except be jealous and envious?

Some people are psychologically resentful, and they can't help but pray in their hearts that they must make the queen mother's illness, so that she will be embarrassed to occupy the emperor, maybe they will have a chance.

Some of them have already seen it, and they won't wait until now if they want to be jealous, so they ignore the intimacy between Yun Xiaoxiao and Nangong Qing, and their eyes fall on Zhuge Hong and Zhuge Hao from time to time, comparing the two of them.

Just when they were thinking about it, Zhuge Hong withdrew his hand and stood up, and he turned around to meet Zhuge Hao's gaze.

Zhuge Hao asked as if to verify and affirm, "Really?" ”

His headless and tailless sentence, others don't understand, but Zhuge Hong understands, he nodded, and replied with a simple word, "Yes." ”

After Zhuge Hao was confirmed by Zhuge Hong, his dark sword eyebrows were furrowed, and his gaze became more and more solemn.

The dumb riddle between the two of them made the concubine confused and at a loss.

"What is it?"