"What?" Steward Chen was stunned for a moment, thinking that he had misheard.

Wen Qingyu frowned: "I said open the window." ”

"Lang Zhong said that the prince is a wind evil into the body, so he must keep warm from the cold and not visible wind, and he must always take medicinal herbs to smoke the house, so as not to aggravate the disease again."

"Other Langzhong?" Wen Qingyu snorted coldly: "Since other Langzhong has already told you the method, why is this son still here now?" ”

Steward Chen's words immediately choked back into his stomach.

"If you touch the futon under your master's body, it will be soaked, and there will be tiny red pimples on his body, especially on his back. Also, is your master's breathing cloudy and difficult, as if he is stuck in his chest? ”

Steward Chen immediately walked over when he heard this, and after checking them one by one according to Wen Qingyu's instructions, there was immediately a trace of horror on his face. After that, his eyes were full of admiration when he looked at Wen Qingyu.

"Childe, please, why is this happening? But has our master's condition deteriorated again? ”

Steward Chen was a little nervous when he said this, and he stared at Wen Qingyu without blinking, for fear that he would hear something bad from her.

"Now that southern Xinjiang is about to enter the summer climate, there are still four charcoal pots in the house, are you hot?"

Steward Chen was stunned, so the bedding under the master's body was wet, was it hot?

"Is the pimple on his body serious?"

"This thing will cause the sweat holes to be clogged and the sweat ducts to rupture."

Steward Chen was immediately shocked by the word rupture, and his legs were weak and he almost knelt down.

Wen Qingyu glanced at him: "You don't have to worry so much, that thing is actually quite common." It is commonly known as prickly heat. ”

Steward Chen quickly raised his head, a little crying and laughing. It's so serious and scary, it turns out to be a prickly heat?

At this glance, I saw Wen Qingyu smiling at the corner of her lips, obviously in a good mood. It turned out that she was still very mindful of her disrespect for Fang Cai, so was this deliberately scaring him and making him make a fool of himself?

"Then ......" Steward Chen decided to fully cooperate, it doesn't matter if he makes a fool of himself, as long as people are in a good mood and can treat his master's illness: "What's the matter with this poor breathing?" ”

"Oh." Wen Qingyu pointed to the smoky Xiao Ding on the table: "I am smoked by these things every day, it's no wonder that you can breathe smoothly." ”

"But these are all orders from Lang Zhong."

"Which Lang Zhong ordered, you go to him to heal."

"Go and open the window, and the charcoal basin and the medicine pod will be withdrawn immediately. Give the prince a new futon, quickly. ”

Steward Chen immediately commanded loudly, for fear that Wen Qingyu would be dissatisfied and leave if he was slow for a moment. Now this is a big Buddha, and you can't offend it.

The efficiency of the Five Princes' Mansion is still extremely high, and in the blink of an eye, Wu Jingtai's house has a new look.

"Can Childe see the prince?" Even though Wen Qingyu was talking nonsense, Steward Chen was already completely convinced of her, and he didn't dare to despise her anymore.

Wen Qingyu took a few steps forward, and Wu Jingtai's house was extremely well lit. After the doors and windows were opened, there was still plenty of light. So, she saw his appearance clearly at a glance.

Speaking of which, Wu Jingtai's appearance is not very imaginary with the King of Southern Xinjiang and Wu Jinglong, those two people are not tall, but their bodies are very strong. The facial features are also rough, which is very characteristic of southern Xinjiang.

But Wu Jingtai is much more slender, and even if he is lying on the bed, it is not difficult to see that his stature is very high. At least half a head taller than Wu Jinglong.

And his facial features are also soft, and his skin is not as bronze as other southern Xinjiang people. Much whiter and much thinner. It looks more like the eldest son of a family in the Central Plains.

She checked his pulse, and her brows furrowed involuntarily. Wu Jingtai's pulse was normal, strong and powerful, like a big river, where was there any sign of illness and weakness?

"How's Childe doing?"

"What happened before the fifth prince fainted?"

"Nothing." Steward Chen said: "Everything is normal, the prince was still talking a moment ago, and suddenly he fell down. After he fell, he never woke up. ”

"His pulse is normal, even stronger than the pulse of ordinary people, indicating that he is a person with a very good physical foundation. Judging from the pulse, there is not the slightest sign of sending troops. ”

Steward Chen's face was covered with a layer of melancholy: "The previous Lang Zhong also said so. There is no reason but he is unconscious, could it be that someone really cast a witch spell on the prince? ”

Wen Qingyu raised his eyebrows: "Do you know the magic of witchcraft?" ”

"Is there anyone in the royal family in Southern Xinjiang who doesn't know the art of witchcraft? Our high priest is a witch lord with extremely high spells, and her status is the highest in southern Xinjiang, except for the prince. ”

Wen Qingyu's eyes flashed, Southern Xinjiang was different from the Central Plains. The people of Shu are fond of raising Gu insects and worship mysterious witchcraft. This custom is particularly prominent in southern Xinjiang.

And the mysterious high priest I saw a few days ago is definitely not a good kind.

"How many people in Quyao City know the art of witchcraft?"

"There is only one high priest."

"That's impossible, now that she's in Yangping Mansion, it's beyond the reach of the whip."

"The magic of witchcraft doesn't have to be around, the villain heard that as long as the formation is laid out, with a certain medium, you can kill people thousands of miles away."

"It may have been possible before, but it would have been impossible if it had been three days ago. Your high priest has been battered a long time ago, and now he is too busy to take care of himself, where can he still take the lives of people from thousands of miles away? ”

"Then ......," Steward Chen said in a deep voice, "What the hell is going on?" ”

"Think about what happened to your master before he fainted. Don't miss a single detail. ”

"At that time, the fifth prince was talking to me and Lord Mozhuang." Wen Songbai said loudly.

"Who were you there?"

"I, Master Mo Zhuang and Steward Chen, there is no one else."

"That's not the case, go further."

Steward Chen thought for a while and said, "Before that, the prince had lunch, and after a short lunch break as usual, he summoned the third prince and the master of Mo Zhuang. ”

Steward Chen told everything Wu Jingtai did that day, and there was clearly nothing to be suspicious.

Wen Qingyu frowned: "These things don't sound unusual, but there must be something different from usual." The reason why I didn't find anything unusual was because I didn't think carefully enough. \ The dim sum maids walked fast one by one.

"Dog thief, take your life."

As soon as Steward Chen finished training the maids, a dark figure flashed in the cold stab, and the bright light flashed in the air. It flashed away like lightning, but it was already a thin sword on Steward Chen's neck when it reappeared.

"Those who want to plot against our son can only regret going through this world."

The cold voice did not rise and fall at all, but every word was gloomy and clear, which made a chill immediately rise in the hearts of those who listened.

Steward Chen's words choked back into his stomach at once, and he couldn't say a word with his mouth open, obviously stunned.

In the courtyard, there was the sound of crocky dishes breaking, followed by screams that rang through the sky.

The guards moved when they heard the sound, but the moment they rushed to the courtyard, they were all dumbfounded.

In the middle of the courtyard, Steward Chen, who was more than 10,000 people under one person in the Fifth Prince's Mansion, was being held hostage, and Xue Liang's sword was already dangling around his neck.

In this case, the captor should have been torn into pieces. But that person was clearly the guard of the prince who had just been welcomed into the mansion by the housekeeper, and the housekeeper had only instructed that these people must not be offended.

Now, how can this be?