It has been two days since Cui Yu resigned from the court, and since the Double Ninth Festival last year, Cui Yu has asked the little emperor to come to the court every morning and listen to the ministers' deliberations.

The little emperor was sitting on the dragon chair at this time, listening to them arguing about this year's flood control, and he seemed to be in a trance as if he hadn't woken up.

Cui Yu didn't come for two days, he had already taken the handwritten book, Qu Qianchen was a disciple of the Medicine King Gu Yanchuan, and he should try to save her.

I only hope that the people of the Medicine King Valley this time will not let him down.

The courtiers argued for a long time, and when they saw that the little emperor on the dragon chair seemed to be asleep, they couldn't help but shake their heads.

It's not too young, it's seven years old, and it's still not worldly, there is no regent, and no one in the court has decided on important matters.

They looked at the little emperor at this time and couldn't help but shake their heads.

Waiting for the court, the eunuch who was waiting next to him woke up the little emperor.

The little emperor rubbed his eyes and said sleepily

"What time is it?"

"Back to Your Majesty, it's already noon."

The little emperor sighed, jumped down from the dragon chair, and ran towards the Hanzhang Palace.

In the martial arts arena behind Hanzhang Palace, Xiao Nanting was practicing hard every day at noon.

Today was an exception, he sat under the big tree next to the martial arts arena, like grass and trees under the scorching sun, listless.

The little emperor ran up to him, and when he saw that he looked haggard, he tilted his head and asked:

"What's wrong with you?"

Xiao Nanting saw that it was the little emperor and wanted to greet him, so the little emperor pulled him to sit on the grass together.

"Is Daddy Seven alright?" The little emperor blinked.

Xiao Nanting shook his head in dejection.

"No?"

"I don't know, my father was arrested, the palace was monitored, only I can come and go freely, my aunt wants to go into the palace to see my sister, but the palace is surrounded by Tietong, we can't see the prince, and we can't see my sister."

The little emperor looked in a trance, looking at the martial arts arena, stunned.

Here, too, there were their youthful times.

Yinhua, Cui Yu, and him.

It's just that everything is gone.

The little emperor stood up and patted the dragon robe, "Seventh Daddy will be fine." ”

After speaking, the little emperor left, Xiao Nanting sighed, and overnight, it seemed that everything had changed.

At this time, in the palace, Qu Qianchen stared at the jar of decoction and put the last medicine into it.

Cui Yu has been guarding Xiao Qi in Shaohuaju for the past few days, and now that the summer is scorching, the wounds on his body, if there is no Qu Qianchen, such a day and night practice will have to deteriorate.

Fortunately, Qu Qianchen's gold sore medicine is the unique secret recipe of the Medicine King Valley, and it has a miraculous effect on external injuries.

Qu Qianchen boiled the medicine and went in, and saw Cui Yu wiping her face with a towel.

Listening to the sound of footsteps, Cui Yu turned around and saw Qu Qianchen.

"Is the medicine ready?"

"Well, but" Qu Qianchen was a little embarrassed.

"But what?" Cui Yujun's brows furrowed slightly, and his expression was quite tired.

"I'm not sure." Qu Qianchen was so nervous for the first time, "This medicine is also made of various poisons, which will restrain the hook kiss and other poisons in her body, and play the role of fighting poison with poison, but she is young, whether her body can withstand it and whether she can survive it, I am not completely sure." ”

Cui Yu looked at the bowl of medicine, this is the prescription that Qu Qianchen has determined after two days of repeated trials, Cui Yu knows that if this bowl of medicine is useless, he is afraid that other things will be even more useless.

"How many percent?"

Qu Qianchen listened to his hoarse voice, in fact, he was only one or two percent sure in his heart, but looking at Cui Yu's appearance, he couldn't bear to say.

"Fifty percent."

Cui Yu's fists were clenched, the green tendons on the back of his hands burst out, and it took a long time before his hands were weakly released.

"Give me the medicine."

His eyes were scarlet and bloody, and he didn't know whether he was tired or angry.

He choked in his throat, slid his Adam's apple up and down a few times, and then said again after a long time:

"I'll feed you."