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Jiang Wumian had a rich imperial banquet in front of him, with eight dishes and one soup, and the dishes alone were mouth-watering, not to mention the tangy fragrance.

Jiang Wumian reclined on the couch, looking at the dishes on the table with indifferent eyes.

Gonggong Li said on the side: "Lord, the emperor really loves you very much, this royal banquet will be rewarded at this time of year, and other princes and concubines don't have this blessing." ”

The imperial banquet will never be given casually, but only Jiang Wumian is an exception, every year today, on the occasion of his birthday, the emperor will give a table of imperial banquet, saying that it is for his birthday.

It's just that his birthday is too close to the queen's and never does it, so every year the emperor will reward a lot of things to show his love for this son.

"Got it." He replied, turned over, and walked to the table.

Gonggong Li watched Jiang Wumian eat.

He ate slowly, his movements were noble and elegant, one bite at a time, chewing slowly, eating every dish, and Gonggong Li personally served him a bowl of soup.

"Thank you, Grandpa Li."

"The old slave went back to the palace to resume his life."

After Gonggong Li left, Feng Lin and Yelin hurriedly walked into the house, and their eyes fell on Jiang Wumian's body at the same time.

The cinnabar between the eyebrows, as they expected, instantly lit up, and the chopsticks in Jiang Wumian's hand fell to the place, making a crisp sound, and the whole person's body seemed to fall backwards.

"Go find Miss Ye!" Feng Lin had already taken a quick step to support Jiang Wumian and ordered Yelin.

"Nope! Permit! Jiang Wumian spit out two words from his mouth with difficulty, and fainted in Feng Lin's arms.

Yelin stood there, frowning tightly.

Feng Lin put Jiang Wumian on the bed, the cinnabar between his eyebrows was too gorgeous, and there was an extremely strong coercion coming to his face, he couldn't help but take a step back, and a touch of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

And so it is again!

The hand hanging at his side clenched into a fist, and his eyes were blood-red.

"Feng Lin, what should I do now, do you want to tell Miss Ye?"

"Is it useful to tell Miss Ye?" He was also anxious just now, looking at Jiang Wumian's reaction now, it was not something that Ye Qingwan could solve at all, and the matter of his master was better known to fewer people as few people as possible.

Yelin was silent, yes, Ye Qingwan is just a doctor, she can only cure diseases and save people, how can she help their master.

Feng Lin turned his head to look at the table of imperial banquets, and when he took it, he personally checked it and did not poison it, so why did his master have a seizure every time he ate the imperial banquet?

Neither is it the effect of poison, so why?

During the period of Jiang Wumian's sleepiness, Ye Qingwan also came once, but was blocked by Feng Lin, saying that Jiang Wumian was resting and should not be disturbed.

This sleep, and it is night.

Jiang Wumian slowly opened his eyes, the blue vertical pupils were faintly flashing, flickering bright and dark, constantly changing, as if he was suppressing something, and on the back of his hand exposed, there were traces of cracking, forming the shape of scales......

Looking at it, it's very weird, Jiang Wumian at this time is like a fierce beast about to break out of its skin.

"Roar—"

"Boom ......"

The bowl of jade glaze fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and Ye Qingwan suddenly got up and ran towards Fusu Palace.

At this time, the emperor who was far away in the palace also raised his head from the dragon case, his eyes were chaotic and deep, as if he was hiding endless secrets, which made people unable to see through.