The doctor explained.

"And now, has the residual poison been removed? Is he still saved? Su Yueming tightened her voice and asked.

"Residual poison, residual poison is not completely clear, we ......"

Su Yueming stood up, pointed to the doctor who was kneeling on the ground, and said sharply-

"The prince has given an order, be sure to keep Prince Zhou safe, in my opinion, it is you waiting for a group of quacks to miss Prince Zhou's business!"

She exuded a powerful majesty all over her body, and she was the one who was about to become the princess of the North Courtyard, and the doctors were all so frightened that they prostrated on the ground—

"The lowly rank has been doing his best, and I ask the county lord to see it."

"No matter what, I must make sure that Prince Zhou is safe and sound, otherwise, I will ask you to accompany the funeral." Her voice was like ice in winter, making people feel a chill to the bone.

Some of the doctors stayed in front of the bed to pay attention to the prince's condition at all times, and some were dispensing medicines, and after dispensing medicines, some servants took the herbs to decoction.

Su Yueming stayed in front of the couch without sleeping, wiping the sweat on his forehead with a warm face towel, and personally changed his clothes.

Her eyes were so focused, from beginning to end, she only had the prince in front of her eyes.

*

Murong Canghai sat on the chair in the study, his eyes stared straight ahead, holding the official document to be approved in his hand, but the brush was put aside and did not move, and the ink on the pen unconsciously dyed a piece of white rice paper.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and the green veins on the back of his clenched hand bulged faintly.

"Lord Wang......" At this time, Qingling pushed open the door of the study and walked in, bowing down and standing in front of him.

Murong Canghai's gaze was retracted, and he asked in a deep voice, "How?" ”

Qingling said, "The last general has already grasped the exact clues, and the seventh prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Xuanyuan Qilin, who escaped the confinement, has indeed come to Daqin." ”

Murong Canghai put down the official document in his hand, with a cold expression on his face, and said, "It seems that I came here for Xuanyuan Qihuang (Prince Zhou)." ”

Qingling nodded and said, "The last general is worried that he will take advantage of the prince's wedding to make trouble and snatch Prince Zhou." The last general had the courage to persuade the prince that it was better to kill the prince that week, so as not to have many dreams at night. ”

Murong Canghai pondered and said, "This king has promised her to save his life and send him back to Great Zhou. ”

Qingling sighed softly, and asked what the love in the world is, the king of the Northern Courtyard, who has always been indifferent and unkind, has broken through the world of the Central Plains with iron horses, and his prestige has spread far and wide, but he has never been able to get around a promise to women.

"Yes, the Admiral understands."

"You are secretly keeping an eye on Xuanyuan Qilin, don't startle the snake, this king wants to see what tricks he can use." The corners of Murong Canghai's cold lips rose slightly, and a sarcastic smile flashed on his face.

"Yes." After Qingling received the order, he walked out.

"Lord, lord......" Qingling hadn't gone far yet, and Dr. Lin wiped his sweat while hunched over and trotted over.

"What's the matter?" Murong Canghai's brows furrowed slightly, and he said.

"That week, the prince lost too much blood, and the county lord insisted on feeding him with his own blood, no matter how many lowly officials tried to persuade him, he had no choice but to dare to ...... the prince."

"......" Before Dr. Lin could finish speaking, he felt a gust of wind blowing in front of him.

He raised his head in a daze, Murong Canghai was no longer visible, only a brush and a first official document fell in front of him.