In the study, there is a faint incense burning, which makes people feel refreshed.

"Master." Knocking lightly on the door, after getting Mo Yechen's signal, Luoyun walked in lightly.

"Found?" Mo Yechen sat by the window with one hand on his forehead, casually flipping through the news from the secret guard in his hand, his expression was faint.

"Nineteen years ago, not long after the father of the Marquis of Zhenyuan was named the Marquis of Zhenyuan, Mrs. Marquis of Zhenyuan left her four sons and went to live in the countryside for two years, and then when she came back, she took the Yun Lingyan sisters and the infant princess with her."

Mo Yechen heard this, and his subordinates kept looking at the news: "What about the people who were serving at that time?"

"Mrs. Zhenyuan Hou went to the countryside is too remote, and the people she brought are all elderly grandmothers, and several people found by her subordinates are all dead, and only one old man is still alive, but because he is too old, he is delirious and can't ask anything."

Mo Yechen paused, raised his eyes and looked at Luoyun.

Luoyun suddenly lowered his head, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Send it to the Divine Phoenix Pavilion, and then check." In the middle of the night, Mo Yechen lifted the lid of the incense burner, threw the news he had read into the incense burner, watched the firelight swallow up the paper, and spoke lightly.

"Yes." Luoyun quickly turned and left.

Silence returned to the study, save for the faint sound of burning paper.

Mo Yechen leaned back in his chair and looked out the window, his eyes were so deep that he couldn't tell what he was thinking.

A month later, Yecheng regained its previous prosperity.

There were smiles on the faces of the people who came and went on the streets.

In the streets and alleys, in the children's playroom, and in the hawkers' rooms, everyone is talking about one person - the young woman who saved all the people in Yecheng.

Inside the Royal Palace.

"Haven't found the woman yet?" Emperor Zhaoming reviewed the folds and asked seemingly casually.

Gonggong Gao bowed down: "Your Majesty, no matter how we ask, the people of Shenhuang Pavilion are only treating the people, and they are unwilling to confide any information about that girl, and the people have not seen her true face, so it is better to ask the third ...... of the Marquis of Zhenyuan."

Before the word Childe could be spoken, Gao Gonggong instantly felt a chill rise from the bottom of his heart, and he couldn't help but tremble and swallowed back the rest of the words.

Emperor Zhaoming raised his eyes and glanced at him coldly, opened another notebook, lowered his eyes and continued to read.

In the imperial study, only the rustle of the red pen across the rice paper could be heard.

After a while, Emperor Zhaoming said with an uncertain expression: "Continue to keep an eye on the Zhenyuan Marquis Mansion." ”

Speaking of this, he paused, pondered for a moment, and said in a deep voice: "Qingyun Dao Changna, let people also keep an eye on it, don't let him notice it." ”

Surprise flashed in Gonggong Gao's heart, His Majesty could understand staring at the Zhenyuan Marquis Mansion, but why did Daoist Qingyun also stare at it?

Surprised to surprised, he immediately trotted out.

Emperor Zhaoming lowered his eyes, and the color in his eyes was unpredictable.

The red ink on the red pen slowly dripped down, just covering the names of the people inside.

Emperor Zhaoming's eyes trembled slightly, put down the red pen, leaned on the back of the chair and closed his eyes.

"Go find out the whereabouts of the Cloud Dao Chief, all these years." After a while, Emperor Zhaoming opened his eyes, and the bloodlust in his eyes flashed.

"Yes." A respectful reply was heard in the air.

Chu Xuan Palace, Mo Yechen looked at the news sent by Luo Feng, and the light in his eyes flashed.

After returning from Ye Cheng, Yun Lingxi has been staying in the palace, Mo Yechen's physical condition has been good and bad, and she has all her thoughts on him.

On this day, when Yun Lingxi returned to the house after bathing, Mo Yechen was leaning on the soft couch, and Wufeng was giving him needles.

She couldn't help but breathe lightly and walked gently behind Wufeng.

Mo Yechen closed his eyes slightly, his neatly trimmed nails were clasped on the mattress under him at this time, his fingertips were grinding red, and they were dotted on the front of his slender and white fingers, and Yun Lingxi was extremely distressed to see it.

His thin lips, which had always been bloody, were bitten red by him, and his forehead and face were covered with cold sweat.

The side of the neck socket and cheeks are clinging to the messy black hair soaked with sweat, and the butterfly-like eyelashes are with fine crystals, which looks a little poignant.

The long silver needle was very carefully pierced into the acupuncture points near the mouth of his heart, Mo Yechen's heart veins were already fragile, and every movement of Wufeng at this time would bring him extreme pain.

Mo Yechen had been trying to adjust his breathing, trying to cushion the sharp pain caused by the needle.

His heart disease was suppressed by the silver needle, and he would not attack because of the severe pain, but the needle brought a steady stream of pain, which made him almost out of breath.

The lobes of his lungs and trachea were also choked by the retrograde currents, making him feel as if he was sinking to the bottom of the water, unable to breathe, and his throat to his chest ached hotly, and every breath seemed to be burned.

The light and darkness flickered in front of him, he was soaked in cold sweat, and the skin on his feet had been worn red, and he was about to break the skin.

Yun Lingxi gently pinched his ankle in distress, took the silk scarf on the side and wrapped it up, so as not to hurt himself.

From time to time, Wufeng pulled out the silver needle, smoked it on the fire containing the medicinal juice, and re-pierced it on the acupuncture points.

Time passed little by little, and the room was so quiet that only the sound of Mo Yechen's shallow and painful breathing could be heard.

When Yun Lingxi returned to the house, it was a brilliant sunset with a fiery red sky.

By the end of the needle, it was already a galaxy of stars.

"Shizi, this is the last time to apply the needle, and then you can drink the medicine to recuperate." I pulled out the last needle, wiped the cold sweat from my forehead without wind, and breathed a sigh of relief.

After getting up without wind, Yun Lingxi immediately rushed to the front of the couch.

Looking at Mo Yechen on the soft couch with a sad expression and a weak breath, she wanted to cry.

With an extremely gentle movement, he picked up Mo Yechen and placed him on the upholstered bed.

At this time, Mo Yechen's face was as white as paper, the ink hair was scattered, his long eyelashes hung weakly, and his eyes were a little scattered.

The red fingertips seemed to be scalded by water, and they rested weakly on the quilt.

Wufeng took the silver needle, opened the door, and took the decoction handed over by A-Yuan: "Concubine Shizi, these three drops of medicinal juice must be taken by Shizi, and you must not vomit." ”

Yun Lingxi took the medicinal juice, carefully poured it into the spoon, and gently pinched Mo Yechen's jaw, forcing him to open his mouth slightly, and took the opportunity to feed the medicinal juice into his mouth.

When the medicine was entered, Mo Yechen's face turned pale, and he wanted to raise his hand to hold his chest, but he found that he didn't even have the strength to move his fingers, his eyes flashed with pain, and his lips tightened.

"What's wrong?" Yun Lingxi handed the bowl to Wufeng and asked eagerly.

Mo Yechen bit her lower lip tightly and shook her head slightly.

Yun Lingxi took out a piece of chocolate, gently put it in his mouth, kissed the corner of his mouth, and said softly: "You can't spit out the medicine, you can't move now, we won't bathe for the time being." ”

Mo Yechen lifted his eyes slightly, and the thick milky fragrance in his mouth hit him, which made the nausea in his chest subside slightly, and his pale face hooked up a weak smile, and said vaguely: "Okay." ”

Wufeng packed up his things and wiped his sweat again: "Concubine Shizi, the last course of treatment has passed, Shizi's condition has been stabilized temporarily, and then you can recuperate." ”

Yun Lingxi turned his head to look at him and said softly: "Well, Uncle Wufeng has worked hard, you should go back and rest quickly." ”

Wufeng nodded, left a few spare medicines, and left with A-Yuan after a little explanation.

Yun Lingxi gently took off Mo Yechen's sweaty clothes, took the towel on the side and dipped it in warm water to wipe his body, and after changing clean clothes for him, he turned over and got on the bed and lay down with him in his arms.