It was either broken, or broken, and it was broken into a pile of powder.

Mama Chen took a big step back and looked at her in horror: "Are you a human or a ghost?" What kind of sorcery is this? ”

"Don't do bad things, don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door. What do you care about me, you won't understand it anyway. ”

"Since Mama Chen wants to stab this matter to the prince, let's go and confront it together."

Mama Chen can be regarded as an old man in the palace after all, and her vision is not comparable to ordinary people. She quickly calmed down: "The Han guard really deserves to be the prince's personal guard, and he didn't even know about the prince's illness. ”

Well? What do you mean? Is Ran Zongyan sick?

She suddenly remembered that the chicken soup that Ping'er had just knocked over still had a strong medicinal smell in it.

"Where is the prince now?"

"Yo, you still think that the Han guards are omniscient and omnipotent, and you don't even know where the prince is, so how can you protect the safety of the prince?"

Mama Chen's cynicism didn't stimulate her, because people were right.

Although the tone is not good, what people say is the truth!

She has been patronizing the training of those children these days, and she has really neglected her essential work. Although the current Regent Mansion has her presence, those who are afraid of death no longer dare to harass her. But there are surprises in everything, and nothing is absolute.

"Ping'er, refill a bowl of chicken soup and take me to the prince."

Ping'er, who was kneeling on the ground, raised her head, her eyes kept sweeping back and forth between her and Mama Chen, as if she was measuring something.

"After today, you will follow me, and I will go and explain to the prince."

As soon as these words came out, not only Ping'er, but even Mama Chen was stunned.

"Who do you think you are? Will the prince agree? Do you think you can protect her for the rest of your life? ”

She took a big step forward, and Mama Chen unconsciously took a step back: "If I say yes, then I will definitely be able to." ”

Maybe it was her words that gave Ping'er a reassurance, or maybe she was really afraid of Mama Chen's beating. She stood up resolutely, turned and went into the kitchen, but no one dared to stop her.

Then, the two walked towards Ran Zongyan's courtyard one after the other.

"Ping'er, when did the prince get sick?"

Ping'er looked at her suspiciously, cold, why did these people look at her very strangely when they asked this question?

"The chief guard has only been here for a long time, and it's normal not to know."

"Huh? How do you say that? ”

Ping'er raised her eyes and looked at the sky: "The weather is getting colder, the prince is afraid of cold, and the illness is naturally getting more and more serious." ”

Cold? What kind of strange illness is this? Will it change depending on the weather?

Standing outside the door of Ran Zongyan's room, she really wanted to give herself a head.

It's really an elm pimple, why didn't I think of it, just his body, except for the study, can only be in the room.

She was about to raise her hand to push the door, but was stopped by a look from Ping'er.

"Manager Yan, the slave maid has brought chicken soup to the prince." She stood by the door, her voice soft.

Han Bing withdrew his hand, should he have done this? But she went to Ran Zongyan's study directly before, and he didn't say anything.

With permission, they walked in together.

As soon as he entered the door, his brow furrowed.

It's hot, it's too hot.

The inside of this room is like a high-power air conditioner, which is not only hot but also stuffy, and with the strong smell of Chinese medicine inside, it is simply the feeling of sauna.

"Ahem......"

The room was quiet, except for the occasional cough from Ran Zongyan.

"Uncle Yan, shouldn't this window be opened a little for ventilation?"

No wonder Ran Zongyan coughed, even her throat began to itch.

Around a huge gum, a charcoal brazier was placed. Even if it is the best and most precious charcoal, if you smoke too much, you will be poisoned, even if these people don't understand, can't they feel uncomfortable?

"No, the prince is afraid of the cold and the wind."

Are you afraid of the wind, do you want to suffocate to death in your room?

She looked over the bed, and through the curtain, she could only see a slender figure lying on its side, not sure if it was with its eyes closed or looking at them.

"The chicken soup is brought out, and this king doesn't want to drink it."

There was a hint of tiredness in the always cold voice.

"Lord Wang, you haven't eaten all day, drink some." Yan Liangdong comforted like an old mother.

"Go down!"

Ran Zongyan's voice was full of impatience.

Yan Liangdong waved his hand at Ping'er helplessly, and Ping'er understood and retreated with chicken soup.

Han Bing glanced at the bed twice, didn't say anything, and followed Ping'er out.

At this time, what he needs most should be rest, and it is indeed not appropriate to talk to him about those trivial matters in the house.

She walked beside Ping'er with a solemn face, it seemed that Ran Zongyan's illness was not light, and she didn't know what the doctor said.

Ping'er tilted her head to look at all her thoughts: "Is the chief guard worried about the prince?" ”

"Hmm."

is indeed worried about his food and clothing, his parents, besides, Ran Zongyan's personality is not bad.

Ping'er covered her mouth and chuckled: "The captain of the guard has been worried for a long time. ”

"Why?"

"Because the prince will keep it like this until next summer."