"This Ice Crystal King was obtained by chance." The man replied truthfully.

Zi Xueling nodded, a little disappointed, it seemed that she could only find them one by one.

In front of everyone, he took out a pack of silver needles, the needle tail was red, and between breaths, dozens of silver needles had entered the old man's body. Looking at everyone's stunned expressions, Zi Xueling smiled faintly. Perform hand movements quickly.

The red needle tail shook rapidly under the action of Zi Xueling's internal force, and a trace of spiritual power entered the old man's body, warming his damaged heart, lungs and meridians. The old man's face can already be described as Tie Qing, this process is very painful, but the old man has not even said a word except for his bad face. You can see how strong his endurance is!

After about half an hour, Zi Xueling withdrew the silver needle and nodded to the people who were staring at her. Wu Zi found a piece of paper on the table beside him, sharpened the ink, and wrote a prescription with a pen. He was instructed to drink it for three months. The handwriting used was, of course, disguised by him. Although it is not called good calligraphy, it also gives people a comfortable feeling.

The man in black handed over the Ice Crystal King to him and thanked him solemnly. Zi Xueling didn't say anything, but the figure disappeared into the room again.

Fortunately, they hadn't watched the Hundred Flowers Feast, otherwise they would have recognized this person's concealment kung fu as the same as Zi Xueling. This is also what Zi Xueling knows, according to the news he got, these people have just entered the capital, and they have been busy squatting in front of the medicine pavilion, and they have not gone to see the Hundred Flowers Feast.

But when it comes to the ink-stained dust that entered the palace, dressed in white, graceful and elegant, coupled with picturesque eyebrows and eyes, the little palace maids blushed. The ink stained dust seemed to be unaware, and walked straight, walking calmly, without the slightest hint of anxiety. As if everything couldn't affect his pace, his eyes were also faint, only a wisp of smoke remained, as if no one could get into his eyes.

When he arrived at the emperor's imperial study, Mo Zhanchen looked at the gilded plaque, and he couldn't see a look on his face. Walked in.

"You're here." The emperor looked at his son in front of him, and was a little excited, but when he saw his son being so cold to him, he felt bitter in his heart.

"What is my father looking for me?" Mo Zhanchen asked calmly, although his tone was still gentle, it was obviously different from when he treated Zi Xueling, with an extra layer of alienation.

"When you come back from a few years out, the palace will naturally have a big feast, I don't know what day you think is good?" The emperor asked, his tone a little cautious.

"It's good that my father decides." Mo Zhanchen said lightly.

"Chen'er, are you still blaming your father?" Although it is an interrogative sentence, the old emperor is a declarative sentence.

"My father's words are serious, how can I blame my father, the emperor has the emperor's last resort." Mo Zhanchen still didn't have the slightest mood swing.

The old emperor did not breathe a sigh of relief when he heard this, but became more worried. Because of the incident fifteen years ago, his most beloved son separated from him.

"If there is nothing wrong with the father, the son will retire." Mo Zhanchen said lightly and turned to leave.

He can look down on everything, but the incident from fifteen years ago will always haunt his heart and linger. His mother, the best mother for him, died depressed for a man, but the man she loved didn't even see her for the last time, just for a state affair.

In addition to the ink stained dust of the palace, he did not return to his palace, but went straight to the Broken Snow Pavilion of the cold mansion. He came once, so the gatekeepers knew him and didn't stop him. When he arrived at the Shattered Snow Pavilion, he found that Zi Xueling had not returned, and he did not leave, lying on Zi Xueling's bed waiting for her.

When Zi Xueling came back, she saw a very beautiful picture, a picturesque man lying quietly on the bed, full of elegance, and the same was true of his sleeping face.

Zi Xueling looked at the green shadow under his eyes, thinking that he hadn't rested for the past few days. I couldn't bear to wake him up, and I was about to walk out.

"I'm back." The man on the bed said with his eyes closed. He beckoned to Zi Xueling.

Zi Xueling walked over.