The only explanation is that the doctor can't cure it.

This answer is the only conclusion that the two of them can draw in their hearts.

However......

Why?

Chu Chen couldn't figure it out, Zixi's body had always been fine, how could something suddenly go wrong?

They have known each other for so long, and in her memory, she has hardly even had a cold and fever, and the body of a person who practices martial arts is already stronger than that of ordinary people, but Zixi ......

What went wrong with Zixi's body?

Nan Mohao didn't speak.

When he is silent, no one will know what is going on in his heart.

The night sky was full of fireworks, and the fireworks bloomed in the sky, and then quickly withered, and then were replaced by a new round of light, and the entire night sky was full of light.

The hearts of the two of them were as cold as water, shrouded in deep unease.

The night is getting deeper.

No one is destined to sleep tonight.

Chu Chen stood outside the dormitory, looking at the sky from afar, his long and outstanding posture could not hide the stiffness of his back, and there was uneasiness hidden in his eyes.

Nan Mohao stood quietly in a black robe, as if he was one with the night, but under the brilliant fireworks tonight, he was dressed in black and was incompatible with the night.

No one moved, did not dare to enter the temple against her will, and did not want to really leave her.

He could only stand here and wait silently.

In the Yonghua Palace, Zixi was wearing a loose robe and stood silently in front of the long case.

With his long fingers clutching a pen, he bowed his head and wrote down a decree that only he knew—or rather, an edict.

The Qing Jun hairpin flower is small, word by word falls on it, and the woman's lowered eyebrows and eyes are more calm and peaceful than ever, but there is also a little more sorrow for no reason.

Qiu Yan hung his head and stood three feet away from the dragon case.

She didn't know what His Majesty had written on the decree, and she didn't dare to know.

She just felt that there seemed to be something wrong with His Majesty tonight.

"Autumn geese." Zixi wrote for a while, looked up at Qiu Yan, "Pour me a cup of tea." ”

Qiu Yan hurriedly responded: "Yes." ”

turned around and poured a cup of hot tea, walked to the desk with both hands, bowed his head and offered the tea to the dragon case, and waited to retreat.

"What are you nervous about?" Zixi raised her eyes and smiled at her, "As my maid in front of the palace, it's not okay for you to be so cowardly. ”

Qiu Yan lowered her eyes: "The slave and maid dare not overstep." ”

Don't dare to overstep?

Zixi sighed: "There are some things that must be known to you." ”

As she spoke, she continued to bow her head and hold the pen, "There is one thing that only you can know for the time being, and you are not allowed to disclose it to anyone. ”

After a pause, he emphasized casually: "Neither Chu Chen nor the regent can do it. ”

Qiu Yan was puzzled, but she only lowered her eyes, "The slave obeys the order." ”

When the words fell, the deeper the strange feeling in my heart, the more uneasy I was.

"What I wrote is an edict." Zixi's tone was calm, as if he was saying something very ordinary, "Qiu Yan, do you know what is the difference between the edict and the ordinary holy decree? ”

Qiu Yan was shocked and looked up at Zixi in disbelief.

The excessive horror in her heart made her not hear what Zixi was asking behind at all, and just looked at Zixi blankly.

Edict?

Why did Your Majesty start writing the edict now?

"Don't panic." Zixi spoke lightly, her voice seemed to be calm and soft with a soothing heart, "You just don't know about this matter, and when you need to use it, you will take out this edict." ”

Qiu Yan looked at her blankly.

When do you need it?

Isn't the edict a will that will only be left when the emperors of the past dynasties die?