Beili Palace, Yilan Palace

Feng Wuwu worked hard before carrying the unusually heavy Jun Mo Dye onto the couch.

At the same time, Beitang Longting also came with all the doctors of the Tai Hospital.

"Niu Niu, what's going on?" Beitang Long Ting panted into the hall and asked Feng Wuwu with concern.

"It's fine. You all go out. ”

Feng Wuwu stared at Jun Mozhi, who was as pale as paper on the couch without squinting, his expression was solemn, and his heart was as confused as numb.

She had heard people mention that Jun Moran was severely injured in the Jun family's slaughter disaster nine years ago.

Since then, he has fallen ill. Every year or two, the old disease will come back. When the old disease recurs, the five senses and six senses are lost, and the body will be extremely fragile.

What made her feel uneasy was that it had only been more than five months since Jun Mo contracted an illness. It stands to reason that in less than half a year, his body should not have such an emergency.

Could it be that his old illness is getting worse?

Thinking like this, Feng Wuwu's eyes instantly turned red. However, due to the large number of people in the hall, she had to suppress all the sorrows in her heart.

Seeing this, Beitang Longting wanted to speak again.

He knew very well why Feng Wuwu was anxious. But the problem is that he doesn't know medical skills, and the doctors in the hospital can't solve Jun Mo's disease.

In desperation, he had to creep out of the Yilan Hall with a group of imperial doctors first.

When everyone dispersed, Feng Wuwu's tense nerves suddenly relaxed.

She looked at the unconscious Jun Mo Ran fixedly, and burst into tears, "Mo Ran, can you not scare the master?" He looks bold, but he is actually as timid as a mouse. ”

"Ye is very afraid of you, I am afraid that you will scold Ye and beat Ye, and I am afraid that you will be so angry that you will be so discouraged that you will no longer care about Ye."

Feng Wuwu has always been strong, and he is especially disgusted with crying and crying. But at this moment, her tears fell big and big as if she didn't want money.

Seeing that Jun Mo Ran had not been able to transform for a long time, she lay on his chest sullenly, her voice choked, "Mo Ran, I really like you so much, I like you so much, I like you so much that I can overcome all my fears, and I like it so much that I am willing to give birth to children for you." ”

"Ink dye, don't leave your master."

Feng Wuwu remembered how good Jun Mo was dyed, and the panic in his heart only increased.

After about a cup of tea, Jun Mo finally had a trace of blood on his face.

He suddenly opened his eyes and was about to sit up, when Feng Wuwu's murmur with a thick nasal voice suddenly poured into his ears.

"Little thing, what are you crying about?"

Jun Moran slowed down his tone, scratched her red nose, and comforted her slowly, "Don't be afraid, you can't die." ”

Suddenly, hearing Jun's extremely magnetic voice, Feng Wuwu howled and cried "wow".

After a while, she slammed into Jun Moran's arms, holding his front placket that had already been soaked with her tears with both hands, grinning and bending her lips, revealing a miserable shallow smile, "Ye is not crying, you must be dreaming." ”

Jun Moran looked at her crying and laughing, feeling both funny and distressed.

He stretched out his arms, clasped her slender waistline, and said in a deep voice, "Recently, this king's body has indeed had some conditions. However, it is not fatal, it is nothing more than a small illness and pain, and it is not tight. ”

"Is that true?"

"Hmm."

Jun Moran gently bowed his head and hugged her tighter and tighter, afraid that the next moment, he would no longer be able to hug her like now.

It's also mysterious.

He has always been fearless of life and death, but at this moment, he is very afraid that he will die one day.

If something happens to him, what should Feng Wuwu do?

You must know that she has long been spoiled by him to be lawless, and ordinary people are afraid that they can't accept her brutal willfulness.

(End of chapter)