Zhumo's heart was shocked, and he couldn't believe it, "You mean the master......"

"Well, the master's worry still happened, go find the princess, maybe only the princess can save the master now" lowered her eyes, and Yuji's expression was a little complicated.

Zhumo clenched his fists, and there was grief in his eyes, "If you can't do anything, what's the use of the princess coming?" It's just one more person to be sad about."

"That's not necessarily, Mo don't you forget, the princess also has an identity as a 'divine doctor', and the medical skills are still better than me, if the princess comes to heal, the master may still have a glimmer of life"

Hearing this, Zhumo's eyes lit up, "I'll go to the princess"

The words fell, and the figure disappeared in a flash.

Prime Minister's House, Bungain.

Ziyan Wenqian and Long Ziyue were sitting under the osmanthus pavilion laughing and talking, Long Ziyue was beautiful with a light smile in addition to the mask.

The maid served refreshments, Ziyan Wenqian stopped talking, picked up the pastry box, and looked at Long Ziyue with a loving face: "Come, Yue'er, this is your favorite osmanthus cake"

Long Ziyue's heart warmed, she reached out and took the pastry handed by Zi Yanwenqian, twisted a piece and put it in her mouth, and smiled at Zi Yanwenqian, "It's delicious"

Ziyan Wenqian nodded with satisfaction, and then raised the tea bowl and handed it to Long Ziyue, "This is osmanthus tea brewed with morning dew, taste it, can it be different from usual?" ”

Long Ziyue answered, reached out to pick it up, but for some reason her heart flickered, and the carved tea bowl slid to the ground with her fingertips and shattered into pieces.

"Yue'er, are you hurt?" Zi Yanwen Qian was taken aback and asked nervously.

Long Ziyue shook her head, looking at the broken teacup fixedly, her heart was inexplicably a little sour, and the teacup seemed to touch some strings in her heart.

In my memory, there seems to be a person who likes to make tea with carved tea bowls, and the sweet fragrance of osmanthus overflows from the mouth of the cup, refreshing people's hearts. The man leaned on the side of the lotus pond, sipping tea while looking at the lotus flowers in the pond, and a random gesture was already in the city.

She couldn't remember the person's appearance, she couldn't remember the person's name, but she vaguely felt that the person was very familiar, as if they had known each other in a previous life.

She seemed to remember something, but she didn't seem to remember anything, and her eyes seemed to be fogged and she couldn't see clearly.

She wanted to clear the fog, but she hesitated to stretch out her hand, as if the scene in the fog was more tragic than what she felt in her heart, and it would make her unable to bear it.

"Princess!" When Long Ziyue lost his mind, a low cold call sounded suddenly, and then an ink-colored figure broke through the air.

Long Ziyue came back to her senses in shock, and saw the cold figure of Chasing Mo.

"Ink?! How do you ......"

"Princess, the master's life is in danger" interrupted Long Ziyue's inquiring words, and roared with red eyes.

"What?" Long Ziyue was shocked, ignoring the answer that was almost imminent, got up and ran out.

The Holy Tilt Palace, the lotus flower is as elegant as summer, and the east courtyard is as cold as winter.

Next to the cold pool, Yuji was carefully decocting the medicine, her eyes swept over Helian Jue from time to time, and she was slightly relieved to see that the person was not unusual.

The door was knocked open, and two figures hurriedly stepped in.

"How's he doing?" Facing Yuji's slightly frowning eyebrows, Long Ziyue said urgently.

Putting down the pu fan in her hand, Yuji stood up and led Long Ziyue to the cold pool, then stopped and quietly looked at the people in the pool.

Long Ziyue stepped forward, looked at the cold pool, and traced Helian Jue's figure through the cold mist, until a touch of plain white came into her eyes, and her eyes turned red.