The two stayed in the study for a long time, and did not come out of the study until noon.

"Let's eat here."

"Good...".

Yan Li followed Yan Moyu back to the dormitory, and waited in the outer hall, Yan Moyu saw the maid guarding the door, and said, "How is the princess?"

"Back to the prince, the princess has been awake for a while, and asked the nurse to send the little princess over, and she is inside"?

Yan Moyu walked into the room after hearing this, and saw Qing Feixue leaning on the head of the bed, holding the little guy sleeping soundly, and he could see it.

"Xue'er...", Yan Moyu put a soft pillow behind Qing Feixue, took her hand and said, "Hungry, eat something, I'll let people prepare your favorite food."

"Good...".

Yan Moyu got up with Qing Feixue in his arms, put a green cloak on her, and said, "Give the child to the nurse."

Qing Feixue reluctantly handed the child over, Yan Moyu saw it in his eyes, thinking that Qing Feixue was so reluctant to have a child, if she took her to Wuji Valley, she would not be able to take the child there, this is a troublesome matter.

When Yan Moyu and Qing Feixue came out, the table full of dishes had been prepared, and Yan Li ordered everyone to retreat, and he sat down at the back door, waiting for the two masters to sit down.

"Princess, is you feeling better"?

"Well, there is High Priest Lao who is concerned", Qing Feixue replied politely.

"Cher... Sit", Yan Moyu helped Qing Feixue sit down first, and he sat down next to her.

Yan Li naturally handed the rice to Yan Moyu, as if the owner was familiar with it, Yan Moyu didn't care, reached out and put it in front of Qing Feixue, and took another bowl for himself. The three of them sat down, Yan Moyu had been giving Qingfei sleet, and Zhan Li on the other side had to do it himself.

"Mo Yu... The high priest is still here, so I'll just come by myself."

"I won't mind if I leave him", Yan Moyu said and looked at Yan Li and said, "Leave, you are free."

"Don't worry, you just have to take care of the princess."

Qing Feixue's appetite was not bad, he ate half a bowl of rice, drank some porridge, and soon sleepiness struck, his body knew a little, I was afraid that it was very bad, not to mention that he was so easily tired, he was always a little groggy, but he didn't want Yan Moyu to worry, so he beat his spirits.

"Mo Yu, you and the high priest eat slowly, I'm a little tired...", as he said that, he wanted to get up, Yan Moyu had already taken a quick step to support her, sent her back to the room first, and ordered the maid to guard, went back to the hall and sat down to continue eating.

"I'm really hungry, another bowl", Yan Moyu handed the empty bowl to Yan Li after sweeping, without the slightest inappropriateness.

"Okay...", he was busy adding to the full.

For three days, because Steward Luo was injured, he took Fan Zhangshi over every morning, and Yan Moyu entered the palace to visit the princess's condition, and then returned to the palace together.

I thought it was another day of calm and calm, and the popularity of the palace had returned to normal, and it seemed that the changes of the previous time did not seem to have happened. After lunch, Yan Moyu saw that Qing Feixue had fallen asleep, so he discussed with Yan Li about Xiao Yue'er's ceremony, and someone came to report: "Lord, high priest, the palace has spread that the princess is seriously ill, please enter the palace quickly."

"What", he was stunned, thinking to himself that he was not quite stable during the early morning visit, why did he suddenly become seriously ill.

"Let's go...", Yan Moyu suddenly turned around and entered the inner room when he was about to leave, and after a while, he came out and entered the palace with Yan Li.

In the palace Qixia Palace, Yan Moyu and Yan Li had just entered the palace and saw Liancheng scolding the holy physician and Taoist.

"Aren't you in a stable condition, why, how did it get worse in just half a day"?

"It's the old minister who is incompetent...", the Taoist minister just bowed his head and blamed himself.

"What's going on"? Zhan Li looked at Zhan Xun and asked.

Yan Xun's face was depressed, and when he looked up and saw Yan Li, as if he had something to rely on, he approached and said weakly: "It was good, it was already under control, but suddenly... We had a high fever, and we tried many ways, but to no avail."

"Don't give up, find a way", Zhan Li said firmly and loudly, as if to comfort Yan Xun, and as if to say it to others.

"Summoning all the doctors to discuss with the people of the Witch Doctor's Mansion, and gathering everyone to see if there is any other way," Yan Moyu said and looked at Daochen.

Yao Daochen arranged for the maids to wipe the princess with warm water, feed her every half an hour, and let Yan Xun continue to pay attention to the princess's condition, and he went back to the doctor's office.

Liancheng and Bai Qi took care of it in the inner room of the dormitory, and all the close things were taken care of by Liancheng, while the others waited in the outer hall of the dormitory, and Yan Xun took a pulse for Yan Motong every half an hour and recorded his illness.

Time flashed, the sun had sunk in the west, and Yan Moyu repaired a letter for people to take back to King Kang's mansion.

"Leave, don't worry, there is Fan Wen, if there is any difference, someone will be sent to report it."

"Hmm", Yan Moyu was worried about Qing Feixue, but he was worried about Yan Motong's condition, he was actually a little afraid, afraid that Yan Motong would not be able to escape the fate of the royal family, and he would really die, and his bony fingers creaked, it was a kind of helplessness, blaming himself for not being able to protect and not being able to change.

Yan Li, who was a little angry with himself, but was still calm, deeply felt his helplessness and he couldn't help, and felt very sad, if fate can't be changed, it's not easy to accept it, at least he and Li can't be open-minded beyond life and death, maybe there will be no such person in this world.