Mo Shanghua raised her eyes and looked at the two people. After pondering for a while, she said in a low voice, "the thirteen princes thought much about me before. First, they brought the imperial doctor to see me personally, and then they ordered people to give me medicine. Every time they treated each other sincerely, I just looked at his weakness and felt pity for him."
Qin Lin and Qin Ya look at each other silently. There is no doubt about the words of flowers on the street. They don't ask more.
"You go down first. I'm tired." Mo Shanghua gathered her eyes, got up and went to the inner room.
"Yes."
When they retired, Mo Shanghua also entered the inner room, but she was lying on the couch and didn't sleep for a long time.
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At night.
Mo Shanghua changed into a casual dress, escaped the guard of the patrol, the maid of the night, and quietly sneaked into the east courtyard.
This is Yan cenxuan's temporary residence in the mansion.
Mo Shang Hua Mou Guang is vigilant to sweep a circle inside the house, just slowed down the pace, quietly walking toward the person on the couch.
She was light footed and fell to the ground without a sound.
Therefore, when he fell on the ground, he didn't make a sound until he came to the bed. Yan cenxuan didn't notice.
Mo Shanghua carefully lifts up the veil and sweeps Yan cenxuan up and down in the moonlight. The light of his eyes falls on the thin wrist outside his brocade quilt.
She squatted down and put her hand between Yan cenxuan's wrists to feel the pulse of her hands.
The fingertips between the wrists were slightly cool. Yan cenxuan breathed slightly. His eyelashes trembled slightly, but he did not open his eyes.
Mo flower Mou light always falls in his pulse, never let go.
According to this pulse, Yan cenxuan should have been a symptom of less than a month since he was born. In recent days, he suffered from wind and cold, which led to this perennial disease.
It's just that he's only been ill these days. He hasn't asked Yan Beicheng to send the imperial doctor to come. I think he's used to this disease. That's how it is.
He was born with such a disease.
Yan Beicheng stood in the corner of the room, gathered his breath, quietly looked at the drooping eyes in the room, and carefully felt Yan cenxuan's pulse. In the deep ink pupil, a bit of dark and treacherous color, and a very light color of displeasure, slowly tightened his palm.
All of a sudden, the palm of Yan Beicheng's hand suddenly loosened, and his heart was shocked. When did he get upset because of such things?
Thinking about this, Yan Beicheng's mysterious eyes became more and more mysterious, and the ink color was surging layer upon layer.
Mo Shanghua in the house is not aware of it. She looks down at Yan cenxuan, who is sleeping with her eyes closed. She sighs in her heart. She just takes her hand away. Yan cenxuan opens her eyes and sits up with her hands. She looks at her calmly. Her eyes are complex.
There is no accident, silent and he looked at each other for a long time, lip opened, but I do not know what to say.
After pondering for a long time, I heard her voice speak very softly, "your disease is not serious. I have seen the prescription you took before, and there is nothing wrong with it. Just if you want to eliminate the recent old disease earlier, you have to follow my prescription. Do you wish?"
Yan cenxuan didn't speak, only opened a pair of clean and gentle eyes, pursed his lips and gazed at her. The look in his eyes changed constantly, surprise, doubt, heartache, all kinds of emotions intertwined into a group, more and more complex.
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