"Show me more carefully! If you dare to make any conclusions, get out of here immediately! ”

Immediately after, there was the sound of something shattering to the ground.

Ling Ran opened her eyes a little worriedly, only to find that in front of her bed, there was a man in a shivering white coat kneeling, and behind this man, there were Xian'er and Chu Yijun.

Chu Yijun was looking at the kneeling man intently at this moment, the green tendons on his forehead were jumping, his sword eyebrows were frowning, and his fists were clenched.

And at his feet, there were broken celadon shards.

Ling Ran looked at the fragments on the ground, then glanced at the windowsill, and sure enough, he found that the beautiful little vase from before was gone, obviously shattered under one of Chu Yijun's sweeping sleeves.

The audience was silent for a long time, and the man kneeling in front of Ling Ran knelt down again and approached her bed, stretched out his hand tremblingly, and dropped two fingers on Ling Ran's wrist again, but even his fingertips were trembling, and it took him a long time to find her pulse.

The whole bedroom was filled with an atmosphere of tension that had never been felt before.

Seeing this, Ling Ran couldn't help but wonder in his heart:

Could it be that she suddenly had some terminal illness?

While pondering, the man who gave her pulse suddenly withdrew his hand, closed his eyes, turned around tremblingly, and kowtowed to Chu Yijun several times:

"Please spare your life! Beg the prince to spare his life! ”

Chu Yijun looked at his reaction coldly and didn't say a word, until the man in the white coat finally kowtowed, plucked up the courage to look at him, and said:

"Or is that the conclusion?"

The man nodded, nervously observing Chu Yijun's expression, and an old tear almost didn't slip down.

Unexpectedly, Chu Yijun only gave him a cold look at him one last time, then turned his head and shouted out:

"Someone, drag him out and behead him!" The man was so frightened that he kowtowed to him again and spared his life.

Ling Ran was taken aback, and looked at Chu Yijun in disbelief:

"Chu Yijun, what are you crazy about?!"

"Crazy?" Chu Yijun finally looked at Ling Ran and repeated in a deep voice.

"That's right, you can behead people at every turn, it's not crazy." Ling Ran glanced at him angrily and said.

"But he said you had the plague." The haze at the bottom of Chu Yijun's eyes was even worse, and he glanced lightly at the man kneeling on the ground who didn't dare to raise his head.

Hearing this, Ling Ran's heart couldn't help but perk, and he also looked at the kneeling man in front of the bed.

Pestilence?!

If it was really a plague, wouldn't the people who were usually in close contact with her have similar symptoms a long time ago······

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but look at Xian'er.

However, coincidentally, at the moment when she looked at Xian'er, there was a loud "ah-chirp——! Suddenly blurted out from Xian'er's mouth, and Ling Ran had a black line on his face when he heard it······

Could it be true······

She couldn't help but look down at the little red dots on her hands again, only to feel that the place where those little red dots were located gradually began to itch, and the itch was unbearable.

As soon as the man kneeling on the ground heard Xian'er's sneezing, he couldn't help but pluck up, knelt down towards Chu Yijun and crawled over, pulled the corner of his clothes and said:

"Everything that the little one says is true, it's all true! Please also ask the prince to put his own body first and give her-"

was kicked away by Chu Yijun and interrupted him coldly:

"The king has his own decision," he said, then turning to the two guards who had just entered the bedroom, "you say this king a second time?" ”

"Yes!" The two guards immediately stepped forward, and despite the wailing of the man in the white coat, they dragged him out straight from the left and the right.

It didn't take long to hear a scream from the small courtyard.

Chu Yijun then turned to Xian'er:

"You take good care of her first, and then this king will find some doctors." He strode out of Ling Ran's bedroom.

The two people in the room looked at each other.

But as soon as this attention returned, Ling Ran's hands itched again, but she was holding the quilt tightly, and when it was itchy to the extreme, she only gently rubbed the back of her hand with the quilt, always restraining her desire to pick at it······

Never pick, never pick······

After a while, a fine layer of cold sweat had already soaked on her forehead.

Xian'er looked at Ling Ran's guilty appearance distressedly, thought about it, and walked out of the bedroom.

By the time she returned with a bottle of anti-itch ointment, Ling Ran had fallen asleep again.

She carefully pulled Ling Ran's hand out of the quilt and smeared a layer of cool ointment on it little by little.

After wiping it, he also hit her forehead with his hand, and when he saw that the temperature had dropped, he put her hand into the quilt again, carefully tucked the corners of the quilt, and then walked out and disappeared into the night.

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Xuan Cao Pavilion.

In a simple single study, a red candle was lit, stretching the handsome figure in front of the desk and casting it on the wall.

Chu Yijun was closing his eyes in the chair in the study at the moment, not panicking on the surface, but he was extremely irritable and apprehensive in his heart.

Suddenly, there was a sharp knock on the door.

"Enter."

A cyan figure immediately pushed the door and flashed in:

"Lord, the famous doctors in those towns have unified their voices, but ······"

Chu Yijun's heart sank suddenly, but he didn't open his eyes:

"But it doesn't hurt to say it."

Ye Xun nodded lightly, "Their conclusion is no different from what the royal doctor has reached. ”

For a long time, there was silence.

Chu Yijun sat on the chair, always facing him.

Ye Xun quietly stepped aside, waiting for Chu Yijun's reply.

I don't know how long it took before Chu Yijun said in a deep voice:

"Let's go. Come with me for a trip to the Pure Heart. ”

Pure heart.

A thin figure was lying on Ling Ran's bedside, sobbing quietly.

Suddenly, the bedroom door creaked open.

"Lord Wang?" Xian'er wiped her face indiscriminately, stood up and saluted Chu Yijun.

Chu Yijun's dark eyes had been staring at Ling Ran's quiet sleeping face, but at this moment, when he saw Xian'er suddenly get up, he looked at her.

However, this look made his heart sink again.

I saw that the back of Xian'er's hand was covered with dense red dots at some point, and it extended to her forearm, which was shocking.

Xian'er noticed his gaze, so she lowered her head a little bewildered, and scratched her arm indiscriminately, only to feel that her skin was so itchy after contracting this disease, and I don't know how the young lady could not bear the itch and fell asleep.

"Itchy?" Chu Yijun stared at Xian'er's movements and said loudly.

Xian'er nodded, looked at Ling Ran on the bed, and said softly:

"Miss, except for her face, is now covered with red spots all over her body, and it must be more itchy."

Hearing this, Chu Yijun's eyes lit up and he looked at Ling Ran again.