What the heck? Is there a time limit for getting sick?

"The prince will be bedridden every year when the weather is cold, and he will not slowly get better until the spring warms up. The only way to get back to the way it used to be is in the hottest part of the summer. ”

Every year?

"Haven't you seen a doctor?"

"I found it, and they all said that this is the curse of our royal family."

Ping'er covered her mouth tightly, and her eyes looked around in a panic, for fear of being listened to by others.

Curse?

Before she could ask, Ping'er had already fled.

Looking at her hurried back, Han Bing turned around and walked towards Ran Zongyan's courtyard. Her guard is really too unqualified, and it seems that there are many things she doesn't know......

When night falls, the sky is covered with stars.

In ancient times, the sky was indeed beautiful, so beautiful that the ice on the roof of the house was so beautiful that I could see it straight.

In her hometown, the starry sky at night is just as beautiful. In the past, when she was at home, she often secretly carried her infant brother to the roof and talked to him about those constellations.

Although she didn't understand it at the time, the miraculous thing was that every time her brother would open his big round eyes, as if he was listening very seriously.

Never cry or make trouble......

The bright moonlight shrouded her body, making her whole person look so melancholy.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......" A violent cough interrupted her memories.

This is the umpteenth time Ran Zongyan has coughed like this, and his voice alone sounds so painful.

She leaped underneath and quietly walked into his room.

Sure enough, the night was even more stuffy than the day, and the strong smell of charcoal burning made her throat instantly uncomfortable. Ran Zongyan's room was extremely hot, which was a hellish existence for her, a person who was naturally afraid of heat.

Gently opening a window, fresh air poured in, and suddenly made her feel a lot more comfortable.

She stood quietly beside Ran Zongyan's bed, looking at him through the curtain.

He lay peacefully, his brows furrowed, his face pale, and his lips chapped from lack of water.

What lofty status, glory and wealth, and honorable status, it seems that it has nothing to do with him at this moment. He's just an ordinary person struggling with illness.

It's just the legendary curse...... Han Bing frowned.

Under her coercion, Skinny Monkey and Hachiyoshi told her all the legends without the slightest concealment.

The princes of the Regent Palace, all of whom died of a curse! That's why they all died at the age of twenty-five.

No one can escape this fate, and no one can jump out of this circle.

Naturally, she didn't believe it, and she preferred to believe that they just had a rare family genetic disease. What curse can be so powerful? Then there probably won't be any bad guys in this world.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem."

Ran Zongyan on the bed suddenly began to cough in great pain, and there was even a trace of blood spilling from his mouth.

"Who's there?"

Han Bing was shocked, this person's perception is so strong, and he can still sense her existence in this extremely uncomfortable situation.

"Lord Wang, it's me."

"Bing'er? Did you open the window? ”

"Yes."

"Shut it up!"

Ran Zongyan clutched his chest, as if the fresh air was making him unable to breathe.

"Lord Wang, the room is too stuffy, you need to breathe."

"Shut it up! Then get out! ”

In just a few words, it seemed to exhaust his physical strength, and he fell asleep again.

After carefully closing the window, she returned to the roof.

The heat in the room below kept rising, and the heat made her extremely irritable.

It was dawn, and as time went on, it was getting cooler.

During this time, Han Bing can be regarded as the busiest person in the palace.

During the day, she was busy training the children, exercising their bodies, and teaching them how to be a good guard. At night, she stayed on Ran Zongyan's roof, listening to his coughing all night.

Day after day......

"Hurry up, everyone, hurry up to the yard."

Yan Jingwen is Yan Liangdong's distant nephew, who is in charge of procurement and other things in the palace. Usually he is not in the house, this time he hurriedly came to call everyone, isn't there something big happening in the house?

When Han Bing rushed to the yard with the children, everyone fell to their knees in the dark.

Yan Liangdong knelt at the front, and in front of him stood a eunuch in a gorgeous costume, and a group of people who looked like little eunuchs and palace maids stood behind him.

I have never eaten pork and have always seen pigs run, the bright yellow scroll in the hand of this eunuch is the legendary holy decree?

Is it the eldest princess, the seventh princess? Or did Prime Minister Zhang go to sue?

Han Bing smiled bitterly, she was really powerful, not long after she came, there were really a lot of people who were offended.

"Fengtian carrier, the emperor's edict, said. Xuan regent will enter the palace tomorrow to face the saint, there must be no mistake, and he will ......"

In a long and sharp voice, Yan Liangdong raised his head in horror.