Since Li Xingcheng returned from Xuanyang satisfied, the news of Murong Yue's critical illness has spread even more, like a tornado of love, quickly crossing the border in other countries, and has become a topic of study for ordinary people and monarchs all day long. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

At the same time, this matter is also very hard to squeeze out all the big events, and the success is at the top of the headlines, and more people are watching Xuanyang intently.

This group of people is afraid that they will miss the latest news from Xuanyang, so as not to be able to wait for the opportunity better.

Of course, Nanzhao can be regarded as a big wave in this batch of undercurrents.

"Sir, do you think that Murong Yue's imminent death can be true?"

After listening to Li Xingcheng's report, Mo Ji frowned, he always felt that there seemed to be something wrong, what kind of disease could make Murong Yue fall like a landslide?

"I think that Murong Yue is probably really sick, but he is not necessarily so sick."

Li Xingcheng nodded, squinting his eyes and saying his speculation, in fact, he was also wondering, what kind of illness did this Murong Yue suffer?

Moreover, if a high-ranking and powerful king was really seriously ill, he would wish that this news would not be known, but Murong Yue did the opposite and spread the news to the world.

During this period of time alone, the number of times the Xuanyang Palace was patronized by killers was almost as high as the number of times in the past two years, is Murong Yue tired of being crooked?

No, it's obviously not the reason for such idiocy.

But what exactly is he for?

"I also think so, Murong Yue must have some other intentions, if not, he would definitely not be so wanton."

Mo Ji also nodded, obviously he also had doubts about Murong Yue, but the reason for this was unknown.

"Yes, now the queen mother is worried about Murong Yue, so let's follow her wishes, make a list, and seek a famous doctor for Murong Yue."

Li Xingcheng stroked his mustache with a smile, a treacherous light flashed in his small eyes, and Mo Tu also smiled, he knew that as soon as Mr. made a move, he would definitely be a big deal.

"This matter will definitely make the queen trust me even more."

Of course, Mo Tu was not satisfied with Li Xingcheng's proposal, so he added, "Besides, as for whether to find a famous doctor or not, what kind of famous doctor it is, it's up to us to decide." ”

"Your Majesty."

Li Xingcheng naturally understood the meaning of Mo Tu, so he bowed respectfully to Mo Tu, he was afraid that Mo Tu would lose his original ambition, but he didn't expect that he was even more annoying.

Good, not bad, not bad.

If that were the case, it would not be far from starting a dispute.

"This matter will be left to Mr. Li."

"I am willing to serve Your Majesty."

The more Mo Ji spoke, the more excited he became, as if he had already seen the ending he wanted, which made the mysterious smile on Li Xingcheng's lips thicker.

If you're looking for a doctor, you might as well let him come.

Southern Xinjiang.

Different from Xuanyang's current 'bleakness', autumn in southern Xinjiang still looks picturesque even if there are many withered flowers and plants.

It seems that no matter how hard the wind blows outside, southern Xinjiang will always be like a quiet pure land, and it can't stand the influence of those rights and wrongs.

"Sister...... Sister ......"

"Sister Momo!"

A somewhat difficult call, accompanied by a sad roar, Nan Qingmo hurriedly threw down the herbs in his hand, rushed into the house like a wind, and then looked at Nan Linxuan angrily and funny, I really didn't know what to say.

"Sister Momo......"

Nan Linxuan glanced at Nan Qingmo who was smiling aggrievedly, and then reached out to wipe the ink on his forehead, and the sorrow in his heart became even deeper.

Nan Qingmo helplessly looked at his cousin's face painted with black flowers in ink, and couldn't help but move his eyes to the culprit of this matter, Nan Qingling.

At this time, Nan Qingling had already grown a lot, and the green on her face slowly faded, and the bright green before changed to the current light cyan, and her consciousness of people had also recovered a lot.

Although now she only recognizes Nan Qingmo, she has slowly begun to accept other people around her, and Nan Linxuan is the first one she accepts.

Well, it's also one of the worst bullies.

"Qingling, what are you doing?"

Nan Qingmo took the brush in Nan Qingling's hand funny, took out a handkerchief to wipe the ink off Nan Qingling's face, and finally carefully wiped Nan Qingling's little blue hand clean.

"Draw...... Tiger! ”

Nan Qingling's current IQ is only at the level of a child, and it is not even as good as it was at the beginning, all her thoughts come from her mood, so Nan Linxuan has become her toy.

"Drawing a tiger should be on paper."

For Nan Qingling's naughtiness, Nan Qingmo can only be petted, after all, she has not fully recovered yet, in case it stimulates her mood, it may make her situation worse and worse.

"Well, my face isn't a canvas."

Nan Linxuan nodded like a chicken pecking rice, indicating that Nan Qingling was too much, but seeing that Nan Qingling's waving little hand was still restless, he only dared to mumble with laughter.

"Momo, the emperor of Xuanyang is seriously ill, and it seems that he will die soon."

Seeing the three children making a mess, when Nan Zhengjiang came in with a cigarette pouch and pot in one hand to say the news, the surprise that he had just learned about it was swept away.

"What?"

Nan Qingmo, who was wiping Nan Qingling's hands attentively, heard Nan Zhengjiang say this, and the movements in his hands couldn't help but stagnate slightly.

Murong Yue? Isn't that An Qianyue's husband, why is a good emperor going to die soon?

"It's An Qianyue's husband, isn't your relationship quite good?"

Seeing that Nan Qingmo couldn't come back to his senses for a while, Nan Zhengjiang explained, and sighed slightly in his heart, I heard that Murong Yue was still a good person, and it was a pity to die.

"I ...... It's been a long time since I've seen her. ”

Nan Qingmo was obviously surprised by the news, and was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses and muttered.

An Qianyue, she misunderstood her at that time, but she still took her in, although she finally used sweat medicine on herself and packed herself and sent her to Tianjimen.

However, if it weren't for this incident, I wouldn't have had the opportunity to meet Brother Su, who thinks about it day and night, and in general, I want to thank her.

"It's a pity, it's a good time, but it's going to die."

Probably because of Nan Qingling's loss and recovery, Nan Zhengjiang couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion.

"Dad, I want to go to Xuanyang to have a look."

An Qianyue must be very sad now, she must need comfort and companionship, and besides, she is the next king of Southern Xinjiang, maybe Southern Xinjiang's methods are effective for Murong Yue's condition.

What's more, she has always felt uneasy recently, as if something is going to happen, so she must go out of southern Xinjiang to lie down.

"Well, we have to pay a visit in southern Xinjiang, so let Linxuan accompany you."

"Okay."

Nan Qingmo nodded, but glanced at Nan Qingling uneasily, seeing this, Nan Zhengjiang nodded, "Don't worry, I will take care of Ling'er, it just so happens that her medicine should also reach the next stage." ”

Looking at Nan Qingling, who looked ignorant, Nan Qingmo glanced at his father gratefully.

Sister, I'll just go out for a while, and when I come back, you'll definitely recover, right?

(To be continued.) )