Jing Mo's heart was filled with time and space, and his heart was filled with disappointment as water, thick as the mist that could not be dissolved at this moment, lingering among the branches, he whispered: "Who said he hadn't asked, you asked when you were born."

"Then do I agree?" Luo Kui raised her eyes and smiled softly.

"You were so old at that time, and you still couldn't speak." Jing Mo raised his hand and gestured, and hesitated: "But you keep crying."

"If you keep crying, you don't agree." Taking advantage of Jing Mo's gesture, Luo Kui took a step back, retreated to his door, and opened her posture and was ready to leave at any time.

The cold wind suddenly rose and rustled across the branches. Jing Mo was only concerned about being sad and sad, and did not notice her intention to escape. However, even if he was not sad, he could not see anything. He was so sad that he was almost crying: "It doesn't matter if he is not counting the engagement, but what matters is your heart. You know, you are the only one in your heart, but you, are you really not me in your heart?"

Luo Kui calculated the day. Today is not a good day. Why is the peach blossoms so prosperous that it almost dyed her heart red. It is against her will to say that she does not have Jing Mo in her heart, but if the love arises and goes deeper, she shook her head slightly. Under Su Zi's words and deeds, she would have blushed and beating first, and then she would not be able to see him and laugh with the girl next to her again. But she did not have such experience of Jing Mo, so she must have no emotion. Perhaps the person who can make her affectionately has not been born yet.

After a long time, she buzzed out and shocked the clouds: "It is true that you and I have a marriage contract, but if you say that the love is deeply rooted, it is really impossible. Jing Mo, don't worry, no matter whether you are ruthless or not, as long as the engagement lasts for one day, I will not let you down, let alone ruin this marriage contract."

Hearing this, Jing Mo grabbed Luo Kui's hand tightly, for fear that she would slip away silently from her fingers like the night wind when she let go. He lowered his head silently, feeling sour in his heart. He thought, it would be okay if Luo Kui had no him in his heart, as long as he lived here, he would always have him in his heart.

After being quiet for a long time, people almost forget the years. Du Heng flashed over like a ghost and said a few words to Luo Kui.

Luo Kui's face changed drastically, but in a flash he returned to normal. He pulled out his hand and explained to Jing Mo: "The Empress Dowager summoned me into the palace, and I will go back."

Although the sound was extremely low, it still sounded shocking in the dark, quiet and silent night. Jing Mo pressed his heart, thumping his lips trembled, and his speech was a little unscrupulous: "Empress Dowager, what are the Queen Mother summons you to do?"

A pair of cold eyes flashed a little light in the dark night. Luo Kui smiled: "I haven't entered the palace for three months to pay tribute to the empress dowager. Maybe the empress dowager misses me." After saying that, she took the dark cloak from Du Heng's hand and wrapped her slender body. The black fox fur between the hood and the collar was soft and dense, hugging her cheeks to block the cold wind. She wrapped her head tightly from head to toe, only revealing her cold eyes. She looked at Du Heng and said lightly: "Let's go."

After only a moment of condensation, Jing Mo felt deeply uneasy in his heart. His deep eyes followed her out of the door and turned around. Until his figure melted into the vast night, he silently closed his eyes and sighed and paced back and forth in the yard with anxiety.

What Jing Mo didn't know was that at the end of the alley, there was an inconspicuous gray carriage hidden in the night. More than a dozen guards in black clothes merged with the shadows, only two wind lights in front of the car swayed, lit up dim light.

Du Heng steadily held Luo Kui's hand and helped her get onto the gray shed carriage. Two eunuchs in front of the car brought lanterns to guide the way. Twelve guards around the body held swords and followed closely. Gradually, the figure of the car was faint and the sound of the wheels was low. The group finally disappeared in the vast night and could not find any trace.

The lights in the hall were brightly lit, and it was like daylight, but the atmosphere was very depressing. The maids and servants were silent when they entered and left, while the guards outside the hall were not airtight, and even a mosquito could not fly in. A solemn atmosphere circled continuously.

A man lay deep in the lacquer and golden-patterned bed, his eyes closed, his face was black, and his breath seemed to be extremely weak, as if he could not even bear the weight of the thin autumn fragrance and thin brocade quilt on his body.

There was a white porcelain medicine bowl on the square table of the carved bouquet of rosewood. Most of the dark medicine juice inside was just warm. The woman held it steadily and put a spoon of white porcelain spoon and fed it to the man's lips. However, the man's lips were closed very tightly, and the medicine juice could not be fed into his mouth, and it only dripped all over his face. The woman hurriedly pulled a handkerchief to wipe it clean. As she wiped it, tears fell.

The woman was only seventeen or eighteen years old. Without the wind and frost, the sudden change made her unable to bear it, but her face still had to remain calm and dignified, and even she could only hide in the corner of no one. The woman's original figure was round and slim, but now, a light purple embroidered branch and flower narrow-sleeved gauze shirt was draped on her body, making her look lonely and helpless. She sat sideways on the edge of the bed, pinching a handkerchief and constantly wiping tears. The more she wiped, the more she wiped, and finally she burst into tears.

Suddenly, the apricot yellow carved bamboo curtain sounded lightly, and the woman quickly wiped away the tears from her face. When she turned around, she immediately breathed a light sigh, hurriedly got up to meet her, grabbed the visitor's hand, and said in panic: "My sister is here. When the Prince's Highness was sick, he told her to close the door of the mansion. Don't disturb others, please ask her to pass the mansion. It's only been hard for the middle of the night."

The visitor untied his dark cloak, revealing his slightly white face and cold eyes. Luo Kui was walking in the night. She bowed to the woman and bowed to the woman: "My daughter has seen the Crown Princess."

The Crown Princess is a step-concubine. Although she was born in a wealthy family and had a very good appearance, the Empress Dowager valued her noble character, virtuous and kindness, and her family background was relied upon. Speaking of which, the Empress Dowager had a very high vision of choosing people. The Crown Princess and the Crown Prince had been married for less than a year. She looked at each other and enjoyed the glory together. She was a real husband and wife. After getting married to the Crown Prince, she had only seen Luo Kui in the mansion, and she was the second one today. But she knew in her heart that the little sister was extraordinary, so she gently helped her up and said, "Sister, don't be so polite, hurry up, come and see Your Highness."

Luo Kui shook the Crown Princess's hand heavily and whispered: "Second sister-in-law is relieved. Did the second brother summon the imperial physician after he fell ill?"

The Crown Princess shook her head with tears in her eyes: "No, Your Highness, the Crown Prince, ordered the door of the mansion to be closed. I thought that Your Highness was afraid of disturbing others, so she just asked Mr. Wang in the mansion to take a look."

"What did Mr. Wang say?" Luo Kui asked while washing his hands.

The Crown Princess continued to shake her head: "Mr. Wang said, "Your Highness, your Highness is in a bad situation, so he can only try it out."

Luo Kui's heart sank. Mr. Wang has been in the prince's mansion for ten years. Although he is not a famous doctor, his medical skills are quite exquisite. He said so, and it must be dangerous. She lowered her head and sat on the edge of the bed. She saw that the prince's face was black, but under the black air, it was sallow yellow. Before she could get close to her, the rolling heat waves overflowed from the prince's body and pounced on Luo Kui's face. She suddenly felt like a warm handkerchief covering her face. Her breath stagnated and she was almost breathless. She reached out to apply her hands on the prince's hot forehead. She didn't sweat at all. She looked like an ordinary cold and high fever.

She opened the ebony box, took out a thin feather from it and placed it under the prince's nose. She saw that the feathers were floating very weakly. Without careful observation, she could hardly see any movement.

The breathing was so weak, and ordinary colds and high fever would not have such symptoms. No wonder Mr. Wang in the mansion said so. Luo Kui stretched out his hand and put it on the prince's wrist. In just a moment, he noticed that his pulse was rapid and suddenly disappeared. The pulse was really not good. She was not as proficient in medical skills and pharmacology as Su Zi, and she was absolutely sure that she could protect the prince. She could only try it for the time being, secretly pinched the sweat, and looked back with a pale face and said, "Du Heng, Xue Ning Wan."

Du Heng took the white long-necked jade bottle and walked forward quickly, poured a snow-white and cold pill on Luo Kui's palm, and kept spinning.

All these things were done. Without Luo Kui's instructions, he pinched his fingers and the blue light flashed across his fingertips wrapped around the pills. The blue light flowed in waves, pulling out a white frost flower from the depths of the pills, emitting a faint chill.

The blue light wrapped around the frost flowers, floating around the prince's eyebrows, and suddenly got into it. Luo Kui was closest to the prince. At the moment when the frost flowers fell into his eyebrows, she felt the heat wave facing her condensed, and it was about to subside.

She felt a little relieved. Sure enough, this high fever was indeed not an ordinary cold, but a poisoning. She looked back and nodded at Du Heng.

Du Heng made the same move, pulling out one shiny white frost flowers from the depths of the pill, as if it was snowing on the bed. The frost flowers floated around the prince's body and whirling lightly. Du Heng tapped his fingertips, and the frost flowers sank into the prince's body in a flash. The rolling heat wave quickly dissipated and disappeared, and there was a little chilling on his wrist.

As the frost flowers in Xue Ning Pills were exhausted, the pill turned into a handful of pale white mist. Du Heng reached out and put it on his fingertips, placed it on the prince's lips, and pushed it with one hand, the mist penetrated into his mouth without any obstacles. Du Heng raised his hand and slowly pushed it from top to bottom. The mist penetrated into his limbs, internal organs, and eight extraordinary meridians, dispersed the high heat hidden in his body with the momentum of a prairie fire.

The prince groaned in pain, and finally beads of sweat the size of beans fell from his forehead, and the hot sweat that had been held on his body for a long time also spread out, soaking his bedclothes.

Seeing this, Luo Kui and the Crown Princess changed into clean moon-white silk-forged clothes for the prince, except for the wet bedding. Now they are like frightened birds, and they dare not easily believe the rest of the mansion, dare not pretend to be others, and they must take care of everything.
Chapter completed!