Even the last figure walked out of the hall, and she didn't wait for the figure she wanted to see appear.

Beijian also walked over, nodded with Nanxun Xifeng, and kept silently observing this girl's strange expression.

What was she looking at?

"Are you looking for Uncle Wang?" Zephyr had a chance to remember her question just now.

"yes, I'm in a bit of a hurry to discuss with him, why didn't I see him?" Her nerves were stretched to the limit, and her heart was pounding hard.

"Don't you know the way? Uncle Wang, he's seriously injured! Nanxun preemptively replied for some reason.

"Yes! I've been unconscious! I heard that if it weren't for Uncle Wang's desperate escort this time, I'm afraid the king would ......" Xifeng also shook his head helplessly and sighed.

Before he could finish speaking, she couldn't figure out the specific situation, she couldn't care so much, and turned her head like lightning and ran towards Wen Zhao's residence......

"Cloud Fantasy ......."

"Before that's all she went?"

Left behind the inexplicable West Wind and Nanxun, and the Northern Sword with a gloomy face that had been silently observing her.

Wen Zhao's guards and personal guards all knew Yun Fan, but they didn't stop them much, the room was quiet, and several palace maids and imperial doctors were silently serving by the bedside.

The gorgeous room is full of people serving, but seeing Wen Zhao lying quietly on the bed alone, but without a close relative around him, he can't help but feel sad in his heart.

She called the Imperial Doctor, who had a serious sword wound in his back, and was hit by a poisoned arrow from Yeluhu in order to save the king, and his head was still on the sand when he fell to the ground, but he was also hit.

"The poisoned arrow has been pulled out, but the poison is very rare, the herbs have been applied, if you don't wake up again, I'm afraid it will ......" The imperial doctor shook his head.

She waved her hand and motioned for the Imperial Doctor to go down.

Wen Zhao's personal guard also waved his hand to the maids, closed the door and retreated with understanding.

Yun Xuan looked at him gratefully and nodded. I thought that it was the person who was trained by Wen Zhao.

She silently walked to the bed, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead for him, he twitched and moaned from time to time, touched his forehead, it was very hot, and his face was red.

Perhaps it is the inflammation caused by the infection of the wound, with the current time and space, medicine is not yet developed, if in modern times, a fever injection, or some antibiotics can be faster.

Fortunately, Wen Zhao has a good physique, and through his strong will and the careful conditioning of medicinal decoction and herbs, his body can still support a few days and even slowly get better.

However, Yeluhu's sword poison has been carefully blended, and she has witnessed its power in Yelu these days.

It is certainly impossible to prepare an antidote in a short period of time.

There was a faint, rapid whisper, and she leaned down to her ear

"Kid...... Child....... ”

After a while, her heart was about to break when she screamed, and it turned out that he was also thinking about their children all the time. No matter how big the misunderstanding, no matter how deep the complaint, it is so ridiculous at this moment.

The tears couldn't stop falling, they had wasted too much time, and at this moment she only hoped that he would get better soon, and nothing else mattered.

She stroked his forehead and called tenderly: "Wen Zhao, Wen Zhao ......"

Tearful eyes caught a glimpse of the cui flute beside his bedside, perhaps at this time, the sound of the flute could relieve his pain, give him warm strength and the company of his loved ones.

While blowing, his mind was in a trance, was that the only thing she could do for him?

The light and the sound of the flute have been thinking all night......