The Dark Guard nodded.

"What about him, where is he now?" Feng Yu asked quickly.

"After the young master ordered me and a few others to take her and Murong Ji back to the palace, they went back to the city tower, thinking that they were still in the city tower at the moment. ”

Feng Yu pursed her lips, and then bowed her head, "Okay, I'll enter the palace with you immediately, and go to see Murong Ji first." As for the person who has already been taken down and taken away Murong Ji, I have to take a good look for myself and go. When the words fell, Feng Yu should take the first step out of the room, and ordered the remaining secret guards to take care of Xiao Yun'er in the room, and there must be no mistake.

The secret guard who came to report followed Feng Yu out of the room and returned to the palace with Feng Yu.

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In the palace, in Murong Ji's bedroom, instead of the pitch black, cold, and empty that he couldn't see his fingers a few days ago, the palace lamps were lit inside and outside.

After Murong Ji was brought back, he was placed back on the bed, and the clothes on his body had been changed by the palace maid. Shui Ningxi, who was pointed, stood motionless in the corner, guarded by two secret guards every inch, and it was too late to torture and interrogate.

Feng Yu arrived, and after stepping into the dormitory, she paused, and looked at Shui Ningxi who was guarding the secret guard by the light in the dormitory, only to feel that she seemed to be a little similar to Murong Ji.

And roughly estimated, she looks like she is in her thirties, which invisibly gives people a dusty, clean, and quiet atmosphere.

"Young lady, it's her. The secret guard who followed Feng Yu stepped forward and said to Feng Yu.

Feng Yu nodded, walked to the bed, and went to see Murong Ji first.

Murong Ji on the couch, his eyes were closed, his face was pale, his body was cold, obviously stiff, his breath was weak, and he was dying......

Feng Yu sat down, took out Murong Ji's hand from under the brocade quilt, and quickly took Murong Ji's pulse. Judging from the pulse, Murong Ji was obviously suffering from the cold, and she had been infected before, her body had been very weak and depressed, so she naturally couldn't bear the cold after entering her body, and the situation was a little worrying.

Feng Yu immediately ordered the secret guard to prepare a silver needle, and asked the two palace maids to come forward to help, and began to apply needles to Murong Ji, first stabilizing Murong Ji's breath.

Although Shui Ningxi couldn't move, she couldn't rush away from the acupoints on her body, but her eyes were fine, she kept looking at Feng Yu's side, and she could see that Feng Yu was concentrating on healing Murong Ji, and she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, it seemed that Murong Ji had hope, hoping that she could finally save her life, and at the same time, she couldn't help but wonder in her heart, I don't know what is the identity of the person who came in a hurry to treat Murong Ji?

Faintly, Shui Ningxi thought of a possibility, and her heartbeat couldn't stop speeding up.

After a long time—

Feng Yu finished applying the needle and asked the two palace maids to retreat.

Murong Ji was still unconscious, his face was still as pale as paper, but the temperature on his body had obviously warmed up, and he was no longer as stiff as before.

After Feng Yu checked Murong Ji's pulse again, she turned around and walked towards Shui Ningxi, who was guarded by the secret guard, looked at Shui Ningxi again at close range, and asked calmly, "Who are you? What is your identity with Murong Ji, why did you take such a risk to enter the palace and take her away?"

"I don't know if you can answer a question before I answer you. Shui Ningxi didn't answer the rhetorical question, and her heart was indescribably nervous.

Feng Yu was a little surprised, but she didn't refuse, of course, she didn't agree directly, and asked, "Then I don't know what you want me to answer?"

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