Feng Chenluo restrained his angry mood, his eyes stared at Qing You, a dizzy feeling, eroding Qing You's heart, just at the moment when Feng Chen thought Qing Yu was lost, Qing Qing's eyes flashed blue glow, Feng Chen's throat was sweet, angry and angry, and suppressed the blood in his throat, but after all, he still didn't hold back, 'poof', Feng Chenluo fell weakly and fell to the ground.

"Shiziye, Shiziye, what's wrong with you?" People who don't know why shouted that the wind and dust were falling.

Nangong Jue was shocked, if the prince had an accident in his mansion, with the temperament of the old prince of Mingde, it would not be a big deal. Send someone to get a doctor right away.

"Sinking, how are you. It doesn't matter. This was Feng Ziche's voice, and then he said gloomily to his guards: "Take down this woman and put her in prison." "At this time, the dedication of the king has an irresistible majesty. The look in the eyes of the woman was inviolable.

"Lord Wang, the top priority now is to save Lord Wang first, don't delay your illness." Nangong Lan stopped the dedication of the king at this time.

Qing You was surprised why this Nangong Lan didn't fall into the well, this was an opportunity to get rid of her. I guess maybe she was afraid that she would get into trouble with them.

Nangong Aiqi, who rushed to hear the news, was about to vomit blood when she heard it, but such a good opportunity was actually stopped by Nangong Lan. As long as Nangong Qingyou is imprisoned, she will not survive tomorrow. At first, she didn't leave, she just followed behind secretly, hmph, I don't believe that you Nangong Qingyou can be fine. Who doesn't know in the capital, who wants to offend the prince, it will be the same as offending the old prince.

When Feng Yechen asked for a doctor in Nangong Jue, he also sent someone to ask for an imperial doctor. Feng Chenluo is Uncle Wang's only son, he has had heart disease since he was a child, if there are three long and two short, then Uncle Wang must not fall out with Nangong Mansion.

For the sake of today, we can only wait and see.

For a while, there was a big reversal of the situation. There are many people in Nangong Mansion who look at Qingyou with resentment. If something happens to the prince and the Nangong Mansion falls, how can they still have their lives.

Qingyou was squeezed to the periphery by the crowded people, and he couldn't see the situation at all, so he could only stay aside. The guards around her have long been turned around, so I'm afraid that she will run away.

Hearing the news, Nian Wei and Rou'er came, and the two girls saw the guards holding weapons at their own young lady, and they were about to make a move, thinking that he was the master of the Phantom Pavilion, how could he be afraid of these people.

Qingyou saw the movements of the two, stopped them with her eyes, and silently communicated with the two of them, and Rou'er disappeared silently and helplessly. Nian Wei was left alone to stand in place with her head down.

"It's coming, it's coming, Imperial Doctor Qiu is here" Everyone held their breath, waiting for the imperial doctor to take the pulse of the wind and dust. At this time, Feng Chenluo's face was pale, without a trace of blood, and the whole person was curled up in a ball, with weak eyes and beads of sweat the size of beans hanging all over his face.

The royal physician dispersed the onlookers, and the servants carried the chaise longue and placed the dust on the chaise longue. The imperial doctor carefully checked the pulse, his face became ugly, and after a while, he said: "The anger is urgent, and the fetal poison has been triggered, and the fetal poison has entered the abdominal organs." Now he relied on his deep internal strength to not faint, if he fell asleep, even if he didn't die, he didn't know when he would wake up. The main thing now is that the poison is too domineering, and ordinary medicine does not work at all. Before he sleeps, he will take a thousand years of snow lotus, and then there will be rootless water to continue his life." What the imperial doctor said is true, the snow lotus is not purified, and it also contains impurities, if in the eyes of Qingyou, you only need to cooperate with acupuncture therapy, and you will get twice the result with half the effort.

Nangong Jue was a little worried, and Nangong Lan was also worried, it seemed that this time it was really troublesome.

Qingyou is actually a little guilty, if it weren't for himself, how could he get sick. Hearing these things from the imperial doctor, there were too many to count in the space.

"If you sink and die, you don't have to live" Feng Ziche pulled through the quiet. Regardless of the quiet struggle, he pushed to the side of the wind and dust.

Feng Chenluo looked at the ordinary woman beside him, her pale face, and her breathing became much weaker: "You don't have to worry, Ziche is just too sad." "In a simple word, it is laborious to say. Just sighed faintly: "This is providence, providence,"

"If I can't sleep, or die, don't embarrass her" Feng Chenluo grabbed Feng Yechen's hand, Feng Yechen didn't know what to say, although Feng Shenluo was born with a golden spoon, but fate treated him badly, he was poisoned from birth, but he still worked hard to practice martial arts, lively and motivated, is a smart young man, once a fortune teller said that if he hadn't met his nobleman at the age of sixteen, he would definitely die. Tomorrow is the last date. So they stayed with him for the rest of the day.

For so many years, it is difficult to find a hundred-year-old snow lotus, let alone a thousand years. And the rootless water doesn't know what it is. Ten thousand years of ginseng has never been heard of.

"Wu'er, Wu'er," I heard a hoarse voice from afar, a middle-aged man with a burly figure and a masculine face shouting from a distance. "Luo'er, how are you," stared at his son with white hair and tired eyes. His eyes were full of reluctance.

"Father, don't be sad, I'm ready for this day."

Qingyou is envious of them. She has been an orphan in two lives, how has she ever enjoyed mother's love and father's love, she is very cold-blooded, but she envies others. Looking at the father and son, Qingyou decided to be a good person for once.

Rou'er hurriedly walked over, with a box in her hand, and she nodded at Qingyou.

"Don't cry anymore, a big man, it's not a shame." It doesn't matter who this man is.

"Be quiet, not rude." Nangong Jue's heart was raised, what kind of trouble was she going to make.

Regardless of the old prince Mingde who stayed in place: "You, you, you, and you, you all stay, and the rest will get out" Qing Yu pointed at twelve people in a row.

This time everyone was stunned.

looked at the people who didn't move: "Nian Wei, you come to clear the field." “