Qinghui went to learn this.

The prime minister turned sideways slightly, "I still recognize things, let's come in first." ”

Qingyan touched the tip of her nose, but didn't say anything, and walked in with her heel.

However, as outsiders, they just stopped in front of the screen, and Qinghui had a marriage contract with Sheng Moyuan, and when he came in at this moment, no one said anything.

Qinghui followed behind the prime minister, bypassed the screen in the room, and saw the young man lying on the hospital bed.

He is only fifteen or sixteen years old, one or two years younger than Qinghui, he has an excellent appearance, good lips, but the color is slightly pale, and his eyes are beautiful with a little alienation and indifference, and he is a delicate porcelain white beauty.

It's just a little cold.

Sheng Moyuan frowned slightly, looking at the girl who came in after his mother.

Qinghui looked calm and elegant, with the aura of an immortal outside the world that all the nobles in the Emperor Heaven City did not have.

The peachwood sword in his hand was particularly conspicuous.

Sheng Moyuan could naturally hear the people outside inside, thinking of what he said, as well as their conversation outside, his long eyelashes covered his eyes, half-covering the dark pupils, hanging low, looking away.

"Mother."

The young man's sick and light voice came, and it sounded good.

Qinghui looked around, and then his eyes fell on Sheng Moyuan, who was lying on the bed.

His eyes blinked, "Been sick for nineteen days?" ”

"How do you know?" The prime minister was stunned for a moment, subconsciously spoke, and quickly tacitly calculated in his heart, a little shocked.

Qinghui didn't pinch it at this time, and walked directly to Sheng Moyuan's side.

Raised his hand to lift Sheng Moyuan's quilt.

Sheng Moyuan raised his eyes suddenly, his eyes condensed, and he stretched out his hand to wave Qinghui away.

I felt Qinghui's slightly cool little hand on his stomach.

As soon as I put it on, the heavy feeling on my body suddenly subsided a lot.

Sheng Moyuan's expression paused slightly, with a little consternation.

"Drink something you shouldn't drink."

Qinghui looked back and forth, and withdrew his hand.

The moment she withdrew her hand, that uncomfortable feeling struck again, and Sheng Moyuan almost reached out and grabbed Qinghui's fingertips.

Prime Minister Sheng Wenhan could obviously see that when Qinghui put his fingertips on it just now, Sheng Moyuan's face instantly relaxed a lot, and when she took it away, it instantly changed back to its previous appearance.

Sheng Wenhan was a little anxious, and asked, "But is there any cure?" ”

"After drinking for too long, I can suppress it until it dissipates, and take my time, about a month or two."

Qinghui raised his eyes, "That's the situation just now." ”

"But do you know what you drank?"

"After drinking the soul of a resentful ghost, within two months, nineteen days ago, think about where to go and what to drink, and you will know, oh, it is generally tea."

The aura of this resentful ghost is too strong, which is why it has attracted so much demonic energy.

And the invasion took too long, and it couldn't be eliminated for a while, and she had to take her time to suppress it with her aura.

And this is thanks to Mingyue's divine soul fragments, even if it is a fragment, it is also a powerful divine soul, so it is resisted.

If an ordinary person has passed thirteen or fourteen days, it can be declared over.

"That ......"

Qinghui didn't hold back, and yawned lazily.

I feel that these people have more problems than one another.