Youqi was stunned: "Childe, do you ......" really want to go back to Taifu's Mansion?

The rest of the words, when he saw Xiao Yingche's pale face, swallowed them back and turned them into one word, "Okay." ”

In fact, he would prefer that Gongzi return to the medical pavilion.

The medical pavilion has complete medicinal materials, and the pavilion master and elders have superb medical skills, and they will definitely be able to find a way to heal their son.

"Don't be in a hurry, I'll leave after breakfast." Xiao Ying's well-defined hand squeezed the camellia plant tightly.

The long eyelashes trembled, and there was still a hint of hope in his eyes.

Youqi nodded: "Childe, go in and rest, the morning breeze is cold, and you are worried about the cold." ”

Xiao Yingche looked at the roses that had been dug up and had not had time to take them away, and the luster in her eyes flashed.

Watch as the morning breeze rolls up a pink petal and lands at his feet.

He sighed lightly and looked at the palace people who were standing still, "Move these roses to the Qingfeng Palace." ”

The eunuch in charge of the grass and trees looked at the big rabbit that was bouncing on the roses and gnawed on their mouths from time to time, and asked cautiously: "Taifu, are these camellias still planted?" ”

"No more." Xiao Yingche leaned on Youqi, and her clear voice blew away.

The chilly morning breeze blew his long ink-colored hair, cloud-white robe, and the ink hair were entangled, the ultimate black and the ultimate white, forming a strong visual impact.

More with it, a broken and weak beauty.

It disperses as soon as the wind blows.

After a long time, Xiao Yingche said in a low voice, "Go in." ”

As the words fell, his slender fingers slowly loosened.

The camellia clutched in his hand fell outside the temple gate when he was about to step into the temple gate.

The bright red flower juice stained his cold white palms.

When Yuanzi jumped into the temple, he happened to step on the camellia with his back foot.

Suddenly, he stepped the camellia aside and lay on the ground in pieces.

Xianqing Palace.

Feng Wuxi stood with her hands in her hands, her cold and beautiful little face tense.

The facial features of the thick face are burning with a compelling coldness.

The temperature in the temple is constantly decreasing.

All the doctors in the Tai Hospital took turns in front of the window in fear to probe the pulse of Canglan Star.

"Guys, can you discuss it?" Seeing that the half-burnt incense had passed, Feng Wuxi sat on the low couch by the window and spoke slowly.

The cool and indifferent voice is like a pearl falling into the 10,000-year-old ice, revealing a hint of chill.

The head of the Imperial Hospital, Doctor Wang, trembled, wiped the sweat on his forehead, hugged his fists and bowed: "Your Highness, Gongzi Cang is weak because of Zhongbairihuan, and the lake water is cold in the early morning. ”

"If you don't expel the cold and the high fever doesn't go away, I'm afraid it will ......."

Feng Wuxi snorted coldly: "This palace asked you to come, not to let you come to talk nonsense, and then find a way." ”

When the words fell, she glanced at Bang Yue coldly, "Why did your son-in-law fall into the water?" ”

Bang Yue's eyes were red, and when she heard this, she said with resentment in her eyes: "The son pounced on His Highness with a heart, but His Highness gave away the rabbit he was looking for at will. ”

"I also plucked the roses that I planted with my son when I was young, and my son was in a trance under the sadness of his heart, and said that he wanted to go to the imperial garden alone."

"The slave and maid were not at ease, so they followed behind the son far away, because the distance was too far, so they didn't have time to save the son."

Feng Wuxi's slender white fingers tapped on the low table.

The very regular percussion sound, like a small hammer, struck in the hearts of everyone one by one.

A thick oppression, accompanied by a percussion sound, spread throughout the temple.

After a while, Feng Wuxi said lightly: "Don't take it as an example." ”

Bang Yue glanced at Cang Lanxing, whose cheeks were red and her breath was short, and couldn't help but say, "Your Highness, you have superb medical skills, why don't you personally treat your son?" ”

As soon as the words came out, she realized that she had lost her words and pursed her lips.

Feng Wuxi condensed her with a smile, her soft voice revealing a shocking chill, "The matter of this palace, it is not your turn to question it." ”

Bang Yue's scalp was numb, and when she remembered Cang Lanxing's words, she immediately knelt down and asked for her guilt, "The slave knows her mistakes, please forgive your highness." ”

She really couldn't figure out why Gongzi didn't want to put the throne above 10,000 people, and he had to come to Qianfeng to suffer this kind of anger.

But when she came out, Gongzi ordered her to treat Feng Wuxi as her master.

If you dare to disobey, send her back.

Feng Wuxi lowered her eyes, and her eyes were condensed on her without warmth.

Holding the tail vertebrae of the moon, a chill gradually rose.

The clothes on his back were almost soaked with cold sweat.

Bang Yue's face became more and more pale.

The more astonished and wary I became.

Feng Wuxi is just a straw bale, how can there be such a strong coercion?

After a while, just when she couldn't hold on and almost collapsed on the ground, Feng Wuxi's cold voice overflowed, "Get up, next time you do it again, this palace will not spare it." ”

Gently wiping the cold sweat on his forehead, his calves trembled and stood up.

Under his eyes, there was no longer the contempt he had before, and his tone was filled with unconscious fear, "Thank you, Your Highness." ”

Feng Wuxi hummed coldly, and Yu Guang saw the palace people coming over with roses.

She straightened out the wrinkles on her sleeves that didn't exist, got up and walked outside.

"Your Highness." When the little eunuch in the lead saw Feng Wuxi, he hurriedly saluted.

Feng Wuxi glanced at the rose flower in his hand, and his red lips hooked slightly, "Is the camellia planted?" ”

The leading eunuch's scalp was numb, he considered the words for a while, and spoke cautiously, "Taifu said...... I don't plant ......."

The little eunuch's voice fell, and the curvature of Feng Wuxi's lips suddenly straightened.

The surrounding temperature seems to have dropped by a few degrees in an instant.

The little eunuch shrunk his neck, secretly thinking that next time he went to Zhaoyang Hall or Xianqing Palace, he must wear more clothes.

"Heh......"

In the frightened hearts of the eunuchs, Feng Wuxi suddenly chuckled, turned around and slowly left.

The flaming red hem of the garment, crossed by the pink roses, outlined a shallow arc.

With the wind came, her cold and lukewarm voice, "Plant the roses first, and then plant the camellias." ”

"Yes, Your Highness." The leading eunuch wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and complied.

Bang Yue watched Feng Wuxi leave from the window, and her ten fingers slowly pinched into her palms.

After a moment, she let go of her hand and washed the blood from her palm with a blank expression.

He took out a porcelain vase from his sleeve, and his eyes gradually became cold.

Glancing at the busy palace doctors in the hall, she took advantage of the lack of attention, wrote a note and walked to the side hall and whistled.

A short time later, a crow landed on the stone table in front of her.

Bang Yue tied the note to the crow's foot and patted it on the head, "Go ahead." ”

At the same time, the temple outside the city was broken.

A carriage slowly stopped, and a man and a woman stepped out of the carriage.

Feng Ruanxin held Mo Lianyan's hand, and the goose-yellow bandeau dress made her delicate.

She raised her eyes to look at the sky, until a small black dot came quickly, and a smile appeared on her delicate face, "Brother Lian Yan, Sister Bang Yue has sent a letter." ”

Mo Lianyan's brows furrowed slightly, watching the little black dot getting closer and closer, and couldn't help but ask, "Xin'er, what is Canglanxing's identity?" ”