Sang Yue's heart froze, and he hurriedly lowered his head and said, "Yes." ”

At this time, the dust was in a hurry, and he came to report in a panic.

Zong Zheng Shaoqing tightened his brows: "What's the matter?" ”

Dusty glanced at Sang Yue, then lowered his voice and said, "Master, something is wrong with the underground secret room, you hurry up and take a look." ”

"Got it." Zong Zheng Shaoqing rubbed his wrists, and then waved his sleeves towards the inner hall.

Sang Yue watched from a distance, his eyes narrowed into a line, the corners of his mouth hooked up a cold smile, and the folds on his face were piled up, no matter how thick the human skin mask was, it couldn't be hidden.

The Eighteenth Prince is about to wake up!

Her eyes were full of mockery, like a master of playing with power, standing on the top of the clouds, watching the group of clowns, performing comically.

Underground Vault.

Ling'er was still lying on the cold ice bed, motionless, and the occasional flutter on his eyelashes proved that he was still alive.

In the small dark room on the other side, the eighteenth prince was lying quietly on the small bed, but his face was much paler than a few days ago, there was a lot of vomit next to the bed, and there were also traces on the quilt.

"What's going on?" Zong Zheng Shaoqing's face sank.

Dusty furrowed his brows: "The subordinates have been feeding the eighteenth prince according to the master's instructions, but the eighteenth prince has been in a coma and has difficulty swallowing, and there are very few things that can really be eaten these days, so he is getting thinner and thinner." Since this morning, there has been vomiting, and so far, I can't even feed a mouthful of porridge! ”

Zong Zheng Shaoqing took a step forward, bent down to probe Xiao Eighteen's pulse, and frowned slightly.

Dusty Feng hurriedly said: "Master, when the eighteenth prince sent it over, he was already injured, and if he lies down like this, something will happen sooner or later, since he can't escape death after all, it's better to ......."

"No way!" Before he finished his sentence, Zongzheng Shaoqing slashed his eyes fiercely, and said in a cold voice, "My father didn't teach this king any big truths during his lifetime, but we Zongzheng will never do anything about fratricide." ”

"Master! He doesn't die, it's you who dies! Dusty was so anxious that his face turned red.

Zong Zheng Shaoqing waved his hand: "There is no need to say more. This king will write a recipe now, you go to the pharmacy to grab the medicine, boil it for Xiao Eighteen to drink, three times a day. ”

After speaking, he took a pen and paper from the desk next to him and quickly wrote down a prescription.

Dusty took the prescription, glanced at it hurriedly, and then looked shocked: "Dendrobium? Three-seven? Master, you have taken such a heavy medicine, you are trying to wake up the eighteenth prince! ”

Zong Zheng Shaoqing frowned, glanced sideways at the motionless little eighteen on the small bed, and said in a deep voice: "He is only an eight-year-old child, he has been asleep for seven or eight days, if he doesn't wake up again, wait for ten days and half a month, his hands and feet will atrophy, and I am afraid that he will spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair." ”

"But the master ......" Chenfeng's face turned pale, "If the eighteenth prince wakes up and his mouth grows on him, I'm afraid this matter will not be suppressed!" ”

"Why are you pressing?" Zong Zheng Shaoqing smiled lightly, "From the beginning, this king didn't think about suppressing this matter. Since someone deliberately smeared the Rui Wangfu, it was their wish. ”

"Master! The Zongzheng family has fallen! With your current strength, your subordinates are very worried...... "Dusty frowned, "Besides, such a good opportunity." If the Eighteenth Prince doesn't wake up, everything can be back in place! ”