Chapter 904 Imperial Physician Liang is like an amnesty

  When Mu Jin heard about the food, his brows furrowed slightly again like a conditioned reflex, and the feeling of being stuffed from his chest to his throat became stronger.

  The fourth master looked at Buckwheat: "What did your master have for breakfast?"

  Buckwheat had wanted to say this for a long time, so he hurriedly said: "Back to the master, I only used a small amount of half a bowl of white rice porridge and two bites of jujube cake for breakfast in the side of Fujin, and the rest is gone."

   Mu Jin became irritable: "Master, don't talk about eating, the servants will feel uncomfortable when they hear it!"

   This feeling of being stuffy, blocked and faintly churning is really bad.

  The fourth master was so worried that he hurriedly comforted and persuaded: "It's fine, don't say it, don't say it!"

   You can’t stop eating without talking about it. Fourth Master was about to ask what to have for lunch? Busy and unstoppable. Forget it, let's wait until Taiyi Liang arrives.

  The Fourth Master even asked if he could have **** during pregnancy, but one can imagine how rare it is to be blessed by the side. How could Taiyi Liang dare not to care?

   After I went back yesterday, I wrote a thick stack of precautions for all kinds of clothing, food, housing, and travel. Today I came to the Fourth Master’s Mansion.

  The Fourth Master browsed and opened it, and was quite satisfied. He praised Taiyi Liang for a few words of "intelligence", and the reward was naturally indispensable. However, he was still worried: "Si Fujin has lost his appetite since last night, what can Taiyi Liang do?"

   Imperial Physician Liang was quite speechless, thinking what could be done about this? Isn't that the case with many pregnant women in the early stages of pregnancy?

  Lack of appetite, inability to eat, morning sickness, these are all normal phenomena! Fourth Master, what does this expression make Wei Chen say?

"Musi Fujin is the first child. It is normal to have such a situation. There is no need to worry about the fourth master and Musi Fujin. You still need to use meals, eat less and eat more, and use as much as you can. If you can't use it, force yourself I also need to use some of them, and after another one or two months, or two or three months, it’s fine to think about it.”

   "Two or three months?" The fourth master was very dissatisfied and frowned, "Why did you wait so long in the current situation? If you think about it, there is nothing you can do?"

   Liang Taiyi is always in a dilemma: "This"

"Master Master," Mu Jin endured the discomfort and smiled at the Fourth Master, "If there is a way, Imperial Physician Liang will naturally say that the servant knows a little bit, but there's really no way to do this, we can only get through it. The servant will be fine. Delicious food!"

   He frowned when she heard about eating, the fourth master felt distressed, and stared at Imperial Physician Liang unhappily.

   Jin'er suffered too much, what's the use of Imperial Physician Liang?

   Imperial Physician Liang shuddered, and said in his heart that it would be better to be blessed with Jin, and he was considerate.

   "What Side Fujin said is very true," Liang Taiyi smiled with him: "But there is no need to avoid it. Side Fujin can eat whatever he wants, as long as he can eat it, it's good."

   "Okay, let's go down, don't forget to check your pulse every ten days." The Fourth Master thought this was nonsense? What's the difference between saying and not saying?

   Imperial Physician Liang hurriedly saluted and retire when he received an amnesty.

  The Fourth Master was quite displeased, "It's the same as if you didn't come, Jin'er, do you want to eat - um, do you want to drink something?"

   Mu Jin burst out laughing and gave him a scowl.

   If you are not allowed to say what to eat, he will say what to drink? But what is the difference!

   "No appetite!" Mu Jin frowned, clutching his chest, feeling stuffy and wanting to vomit.

   Then the more I thought about it, the more disgusting I became, I bent down and retched.

   The shallots and buckwheat hurriedly took the spittoon.

   Mu Jin vomited, tears streaming down her cheeks, and her face flushed red.

   (end of this chapter)