"Farewell." An Shuangchi and his party returned to their residence.

"Don't you think it's a little strange tonight?" Mo said softly.

They had just come to the Shadowless Gate, and something like this happened.

And according to the current state of the lord, it will be difficult to summon them again in a while.

Could it be that someone doesn't want them to meet the lord of the country?

"It's a little weird, and I always have the feeling that someone is spying on us." An Shuangchi looked around, but didn't find anything.

"It seems that there are too many secrets of the Shadowless Gate." Wei Yi also felt that something was wrong.

"Let's go to bed tonight first, and then go see Wushuang tomorrow morning." An Shuangchi ordered.

This night, it is estimated that some people can't sleep.

Early the next morning.

"Gongzi An, have you woken up?" The jade dragon knocked at the door, as if in a hurry.

"What's wrong? What's going on? Mo gently opened the bamboo door and asked.

Fortunately, everyone got up early, but they were afraid that something would suddenly happen this morning.

"Miss Mo, go and see our lord, he has a high fever all the time, as if he has been poisoned." Yulong said anxiously.

"Let's go, talk as we go." An Shuangchi came out of the cave, put on a piece of clothing, and hurriedly got on the horse.

knew that yesterday's events were not so simple, so he woke up early.

"Gongzi An, yesterday my second son knelt outside all night, and when he was about to leave this morning, the lord of the country suddenly had a high fever, accompanied by the phenomenon of pumping, the second son went to check, was stopped, and the doctors were helpless, I don't know what to do." The jade dragon mounted his horse and galloped, and his voice drifted in the air with the wind.

"Didn't you say why?" Mo asked softly.

It stands to reason that I shouldn't have a high fever this morning, if nothing happens after doing it.

"No, the doctors couldn't detect what the cause was, so they had to ask Miss Mo to take a look." The jade dragon's eyes flashed with hope.

I hope that Miss Mo can save the country, otherwise his second son will be fine, and the future life is probably not very good.

"Eldest son, are you back?" The middle-aged eunuch who sneered at An Shuangci last night now shook his head and tail at the eldest prince Wuwen, like a pug.

"Well, Liu Chun, how is my father?" Wuwen was dressed in green clothes, as if he had just come back from a night of sleep, and strode into the inner room with a cold air.

"The lord of the country has a high fever this morning, and the doctor is helpless." Liu Chun replied respectfully, but he didn't look anxious at all.

"A bunch of rubbish!" Wuwen flicked his sleeves and swept all the doctors to their knees.

He sat directly on the side of the lord's bed and said softly, "Father, how do you feel?" Wuwen's eyes looked straight at his father's reaction, and there was no trace of anxiety and worry in his eyes, but a kind of excitement in his eyes.

As if he heard the voice of his favorite son, the Lord of the Shadowless Gate slowly turned his head, opened his eyes, and muttered, "My son, you are back." ”

Then he closed his eyes again, his brow furrowed, and his face wrinkled together, like an ant drilling into his heart.

"Go find a better doctor, but my father, or you will all have to be buried together!" Wuwen stood up and roared.

His eyes caught glimpse of Wushuang who was standing aside and waiting silently.

"Why are you here, don't you know that the last thing your father wants to see is you?" Wenwen said disdainfully.

It's like looking at a disgusting monster.

Wushuang didn't speak, just stood there straight, looking at his father on the hospital bed.

He called out to the warm one, "My son." "Those are the two words he has dreamed of for many nights, but he has never heard him call himself that.

No matter how obedient he is, he has done everything he has explained well, as if he can't get into his eyes.

There is only Wuwen in his eyes, and Wuwen is right to do anything.

"I'm talking to you, what are you doing standing there?" Wuwen didn't like Wushuang's indifferent appearance very much.

"Do you want to wake up your father?" Wushuang's fluttering words blocked Wuwen's anger back.

Wuwen's eyes just now, Wushuang saw it in his eyes.

For so many years, Wuwen has always regarded himself as a thorn in his side, and always felt that he was asking for credit in front of Fuqing in order to steal his throne one day, but Wushuang just wanted to get some attention from his father.

The throne is not important to him at all.

"You, okay, I heard that last night's assassination had something to do with you, and I tell you, if your father can't be cured, you can't drag this matter out." Wuwen glared at Wushuang fiercely.

Wushuang turned his head and raised his eyebrows, "So, you really hope that your father can't be cured?" ”

Wuwen choked on, and had to stare dryly, not wanting to argue with him anymore.

walked out, shouted loudly outside, "Where's the doctor, haven't come yet?" Are you responsible for anything other than things? ”

"It's all a bunch of useless garbage." Wuwen's face was full of anger, making it impossible to approach.

"I'll take you inside."

Yulong took An Shuangchi and Mo Qingrou to the gate of the main palace in only a quarter of an hour.

"Hello eldest son." As soon as Yulong entered the door, he saw the eldest prince standing at the door with his toes proud, scolding the group of doctors in his mouth.

"They are?" Wuwen looked at An Shuangchi and Mo Qingrou behind Yulong, and asked with vigilant eyes looking up and down.

"They are the guests of the second prince, and Miss Mo was invited to check on the injuries of the lord of the country." The jade dragon bent down and replied respectfully.

"Heh, can such a little girl be able to defeat so many doctors in the Shadowless Gate, the cause they can't find out, she can cure it." Wuwen looked at Mo Qingrou with some suspicion in his eyes.

Mo Qingrou was uncomfortable to look at him, the breath on Wuwen's body had an offensive feeling, and he didn't know why, the first time he saw him, he hated Wuwen very much.

"Eldest prince, you can let her go in and show the lord of the country first, maybe those doctors can't see it, Miss Mo can really be cured." Yulong said in a good voice.

At this time, Wushuang heard a voice and also came out of the house.

"Gongzi An, Miss Mo, are you here?" Wushuang nodded, the dark circles under his eyes were still on his face, and the tiredness was particularly obvious.

"Second son, I haven't slept all night, let's rest for a while, I'll come here." Mo said softly.

It also asked Wushuang to rest more, kneeling all night, he must be exhausted, and now he is wrestling with Wuwen.

"No need, thank you for your concern, you guys go in and see my father's illness." Musou made a way.

"Why, you can't go in, how do I know that you are not here to harm my father?" Seeing that everyone was ignoring him, Wuwen turned his body sideways and blocked the door.

"Get out of the way!" Wushuang's voice was cold, and his face sank.

Mo Qingrou suddenly felt that the looking temperament on Wushuang's body at this moment was heavier and more noble than Wuwen.

"Why are you ordering me?! Wushuang, don't forget your identity, the son of the concubine still dares to fight with me. Wuwen undoubtedly touched Wushuang's sore spot again.

If it weren't for Wushuang's background, could Wuwen still be so arrogant?

"You!" Mo spoke softly and prepared to refute.

"Oh no, the lord of the kingdom vomited blood." The little lady in the inner room hurriedly ran out and interrupted the quarrel of several people.

"What?" Wuwen's tone was shocked, but there was a hint of joy that made him feel happy.

"Suddenly vomited blood, let's go and take a look." The little eunuch hurriedly said to the group of doctors standing at the door.

At this time, all the doctors rushed up and squeezed into the inner room.

Wuwen also hurriedly ran in advance, and didn't argue with Mo Qingrou anymore.

Wushuang took advantage of the crowd and brought Mo Qingrou and An Shuangchi in.

There are a few people in front of the bed of the lord of the country, and you don't know what the doctors are talking about.

"Tell me, what's wrong with my father, why did he suddenly vomit blood?" Wuwen would only yell and take out his temper on the old doctors.

"In my opinion, the lord of the country is angry and bloody, and he must have been angry last night." The doctor stroked his beard and said solemnly.

"You are talking nonsense, the lord of the country is obviously a bruise in his chest, and it will be much better if he spit it out." A doctor retorted unconvinced.

Mo looked at the group of quacks, shook his head and sighed.

No wonder Wushuang's face can't be cured until now.

really has no medical ethics at all, ruining Wushuang's handsome face.

"Miss Yimo, what's wrong with my father?" Wushuang's eyes were full of trust in Mo Qingrou.

He has never trusted the quacks in the palace, and he used to get through his illnesses by himself.

"Now I'm too far away to see what's wrong with the lord." Mo Qingrou had to stretch his neck to look.

Seeing a doctor pays attention to looking and hearing, and she can't even see the face of the lord of the country.

"I'm squeezing forward, you're waiting for me here." Mo said softly.

So he squeezed forward hard, but fortunately he was smaller, so he squeezed to the front.

"This complexion is not very good, the lips are purple, as if they have been poisoned, and they have just vomited blood, I am afraid that if they don't replenish their qi, they will die due to lack of qi and blood." Don't be surprised.

was about to turn over and talk to An Shuangchi, but when she looked back, she was a little far away from An Shuangchi.

Simply yelled, "Get out of the way!" ”

The patient is important, and he can't care so much.

This roar made the noisy inner room immediately quiet.

Everyone stopped to look at Mo Qingrou.

An Shuangchi and Wushuang were also stunned, not knowing what Mo Qingrou wanted to do.

"Who is this girl?" The doctor who was stroking his beard spoke first.

Wuwen also saw Mo Qingrou's figure, a little buried in the middle of those old doctors, if you don't look carefully, you really can't see it.

"Whoever let her in, hurry away, what kind of messy people, put them inside, don't you see that the doctor is treating my father?" Anthermia was visibly displeased.

As long as he is a peerless person, he will not have a good face.