Rong Jingchen stared at her for a long time, and a smile swept across his expression.

Yueli frowned slightly, not understanding what he was laughing at.

Rong Jingchen's body had drained all his strength, and his slender fingers scratched her nose: "Okay, I'll do it all, okay?"

Feng Yueli relieved her heart and nodded slightly.

Rong Jingchen got up and came: "I'll ask someone to boil medicine for you."

Yueli lowered her eyes and was noncommittal.

Waiting for Rong Jingchen to slowly leave the Frost Cloud Palace.

She covered her chest, and the palace people on the side were worried about her, and blurted out: "Your Highness...... You ......"

Yueli lifted her slender fingers, and her hand trembled slightly.

A look of sadness flashed across her face, but it was only for a moment.

In fact, Yueli can now feel her sensory spiritual power gradually fading.

She just didn't want to tell Rong Jingchen and make him worry about her.

She knew that Rong Jingchen's current body was not very good.

Now how can she afford to talk about the question of whether she is worthy of him or not.

When her spiritual power gradually fades, her cultivation will be wasted.

Everything will go to zero, and she will become the same as she used to be, a scrap.

Possible...... She was like she had just come to the South China Continent before.

Come like the wind, go like the wind, leaving no trace.

A man who is so good has a wife who is a waste material.

It will definitely be discussed and laughed at by the world.

She couldn't let him be the laugh of the world.

It's better to keep it a secret from him all the time.

Until one day, she slowly disappeared.

Yueli never expected herself to stay in the South China Continent forever.

Because, she knows, there are some things, the higher the hope, the greater the disappointment.

Yueli held on to the sheets, took the silk handkerchief, and the corners of her mouth were faintly oozing blood.

She wiped the blood with a silk handkerchief.

After a while, she vomited blood "wow".

The palace people had never seen His Highness like this, and they became anxious: "Your Highness!! Your Highness, how can this be, obviously it was fine just now, is it okay for the slave to go down and tell Your Majesty? ”

Feng Yueli tried her best to exert her strength and slowly got up.

The palace people held Yueli, she shook her head, and a touch of determination flashed on her beautiful face: "You don't have to tell Your Majesty, just act as if what happened just now never happened, don't tell anyone, you know?"

The palace man who spoke just now was a little girl, and her eyes were full of tears: "But...... Your Highness, you've been hiding it, and it's not a solution......"

Of course, Yueli has a plan in her heart.

Since this chess game was designed by Jiang Wuxin.

He poisoned her, naturally for a purpose.

Everything Jiang Wuxin is doing now is about the bureau he has set up.

If you make a mistake in half of the line, you will definitely fail.

So, he was careful.

Looking at Jiang Wuxin's appearance, he didn't want her to die this time.

It's just counting all the people.

She could faintly feel that Jiang Wuxin also wanted to calculate her father.

Yueli didn't want Rong Jingchen to worry too much about her.

Talking about these things will only add to his troubles.

What's more, he really has more things to do than her.

On the Jin side, there was also intrigue between the princes of the South China Continent.

He is always in the middle of the storm.

She didn't want him to know what she could handle.

In this way, it is also for his good.

Yueli raised her eyes, and she said lightly: "It's really not a way to go on like this, but now I can only hide him like this, this hall doesn't want Your Majesty to worry, you know?" No one in the temple today is allowed to tell anyone about this, not even Your Majesty. ”