After inquiring about Junjun's situation before he fell into a coma, Ye Qingyan hugged Junjun from Hongyi's arms.

For a three- or four-year-old child, the body bones should be hard and heavy, but Junjun's body is very soft, just like a baby less than a year old, light and fluttering, without the appearance of twenty pounds.

"How did you raise him?" Ye Qingyan frowned not without reproach. Qingze is a friend she regards as a sister, and her children are naturally also her children and nephews, and they are regarded as parents and children, and it is strange not to be angry when they see their children being tossed like this.

Hong Yi replied ashamedly: "It's because we didn't take care of it, and we will definitely pay attention to it in the future." ”

"You must pay attention to it in the future." Ye Qingyan hugged Junjun and turned around and entered the hall, "You guys wait outside." ”

Hong Yi, who was about to follow up, stopped, and then looked at Xiao Changqi.

Xiao Changqi, "Is Elder Hong interested in calligraphy and painting?" ”

Hong Yi responded: "I know a little bit about it." ”

Xiao Changqi took Hong Yi to the cultivation hall where he collected calligraphy and paintings.

He has specially sent royal messengers to search for ancient books and calligraphy and paintings among the people, and rare and exotic plants. A few days ago, the royal mission happened to receive a batch of calligraphy and paintings into the palace, he has always wanted to see it, but he didn't have time to come, so he just took this effort to appreciate it.

Ye Qingyan put Junjun on the couch chair, looking at Junjun who seemed to be asleep but not asleep, and seemed to be awake but not awake, frowning painfully, and there was a cyan serpentine mark on his head.

She had read the books of the Wu people and knew that this was the mark of the Wu people's atavism.

"Sure enough, it inherited the bloodline of the ancient witch." Ye Qingyan sighed lightly, not knowing if this was a good thing or a bad thing for Junjun, because the Wu clan had not had an ancient witch inheritance for more than a thousand years, and there was no record of his growth to follow. Otherwise, Junjun should not have become like this.

Jing Lin came over with hot water and a small dress.

"Niangniang, the slave maid took a set of clothes that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince wore when he was a child, let's wash and change it for Young Master Jun first."

"Well, you change it for him first." Ye Qingyan asked Jinglin to serve Junjun.

She walked to the table and took out several elixirs from the storage bracelet, some of which replenished qi and blood, some calmed the nerves and nourished the soul, and a set of needles.

Jing Lin suddenly sighed softly, "Niangniang, come and take a look." ”

Ye Qingyan was busy when he heard the voice, "What's wrong?" ”

On Junjun's left back shoulder, a lifelike red butterfly tattoo.

"Red Butterfly? What is it? Ye Qingyan didn't understand.

"It's Huangquan." Ye Qingyan's ears suddenly came with a voice that she had not seen for a long time.

Ye Qingyan was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly turned his head to look at ...... But there was no one. Look at Jinglin again, she is still serving Junjun, and she didn't hear the sound.

"I'm soaking in the hot springs for my teacher, where did you get the Wu Clan child, and it's even back to his ancestors." The white owl's voice sounded in Ye Qingyan's ears again.

Ye Qingyan said to Jing Lin: "You go down first, guard the palace gate and don't allow anyone to come in." ”

"Yes, sissy." Jing Lin retreated.

Ye Qingyan waited for the door of the hall to close before he spoke up: "Master, Junjun's situation doesn't look good. His soul spirit is naturally crippled, and the earth soul is too powerful, so if he is allowed to continue like this, he is afraid that he will ...... It doesn't grow much! ”

"The ancient witch people, the smaller they are, the more people dare not underestimate them, and their magic power is higher than that of people of normal height. But such people are incapable of bearing children. ”

"What?!" Ye Qingyan looked at Junjun lying on the couch, "Then what should I do?" I can't watch him grow up, can I? And now his body is still very weak. ”

"It's normal to be weak, he raised things that shouldn't be raised, and he lost his essence and blood. You feed him some elixir that replenishes the essence element, and he will be able to replenish it soon. ”

"And what about his soul?" This is the most important thing, otherwise he will not grow up, and his body will be weak, as long as he is injured, he will become what he is now.

"You bring him here as a teacher, and show him for the teacher."

"Okay, I'll go over now." Ye Qingyan immediately dressed Junjun and wrapped him in a fox fur before picking him up and going out.

said to Jing Lin, who was guarding the door of the palace: "Your Majesty and Hong Yi came over, and said that the palace took Junjun to the Tianchi Courtyard in Panlong Mountain for treatment. ”

"Yes, mother, when are you coming back?" Jing Lin asked.

Ye Qingyan said: "I can't say for sure, but this palace will come back as soon as possible." ”

"The slave and maid are going with the mother, right? If there is anything that needs help, the slave and maid can also help. ”

"No need, you have to go to Chunyu tomorrow to see her and her daughter."

"The slave obeys the order, that lady is careful all the way, don't get lost when it's dark." This is what she is really worried about, the queen is a natural road idiot, although Tianchi Courtyard, Niangniang knows the road, but there are no stars and no moon in this dark sky, and it is easy to go the wrong way.

Ye Qingyan said with a smile: "Don't worry, then the palace will leave the palace first." ”

Jing Lin watched Ye Qingyan leave Kunyuan Palace with trepidation, secretly praying that everything would go well, especially Junjun's body would get better.

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In the Temple of Cultivation -

Xiao Changqi opened a scroll and unfolded it on the painting case.

Hong Yi was worried about Junjun and had no intention of appreciating calligraphy and painting, but he couldn't help in Kunyuan Palace, and besides, it was the emperor's harem, and he shouldn't stay for a long time as a foreign man. Finally, it is better to appreciate the calligraphy and painting, so as to divert attention and anxiety.

I have to say that Xiao Changqi's collection is really good. Most of the calligraphy and paintings are more or less spiritual, especially some ancient calligraphy and paintings, which are even more profound.

"It's a good collection, but why don't you have His Majesty's calligraphy and paintings here? His Majesty's handwriting is also very good. ”

"I'll forget it." Xiao Changqi smiled, "It's not enough to meet the standard of collection." ”

"It's Your Majesty who demands too much of himself. Hey, these red plums and yellow plums seem to be from one person? Hong Yi pointed to the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, and then squinted to look at the payment - Ye Qingyan! This、Isn't this the queen's mother?

When Xiao Changqi saw him ask about these plum paintings, the corners of his lips couldn't help but show gentleness and tenderness, and he walked over and admired the paintings hanging on the wall, "Well, it's indeed from one person's hand." ”

"The painting of the queen mother is really surprising." After he entered the Dayan Dynasty, he asked people about this queen mother, although most of them were groundless and gossip, but he could also hear something. According to folk rumors, this queen mother is very jealous and does not let other concubines give birth to the emperor's heir, and those who were pregnant before are either dead or missing. also gave birth to a prince, did not let His Majesty draft a concubine, and spoiled the harem himself. Moreover, he doesn't understand anything about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and he has to get sick at every turn, and the entire Kunyuan Palace must be closed. And His Majesty the Emperor, as if he had been tricked by the queen, really favored the queen and almost never set foot in the palace of the harem concubines.