"I'm in pain." Miao Yuqing covered her heart and even started rolling on the bed, gritting her teeth and shouting, "It hurts so much, it hurts more and more."

Luo Zitian held her down, ignored everything else, and shouted outside the door: "Transfer to the Imperial Doctor!"

Not long after, several doctors who had been here during the day arrived again, and Murong Xuan hurried over. After they finished watching, Murong Xuan asked, "What's going on?"

Luo Zitian was grabbed by Miao Yuqing, and the flesh on her arm was pinched and chewed.

Several imperial physicians recommended the most respected one of them and said, "Report to the prince, Concubine Miao seems to have eaten some unclean things."

A trace of expectation faintly passed through Murong Xuan's heart and asked sternly: "What is it?"

The imperial physician closest to him couldn't help but be afraid: "It seems to be blood."

Murong Xuan's conjecture was confirmed, and he asked patiently: "How should we treat it now?"

The imperial physician continued to answer: "Originally, Concubine Miao could continue to take Tianshan Snow Lotus, but Tianshan Snow Lotus and Blood are incompatible, so they cannot be taken. I have no better idea."

Murong Xuan was furious: "During the day, you said that Qing'er was poisoned, and now you said that she had eaten unclean food, and you were still the ones who could not be cured. What's the use of me? The person who came..."

"Prince, please wait." At this time, the doctor with the least qualifications stood up. He didn't want his master to suffer for nothing. "Today, the one who diagnosed Concubine Miao was poisoned was the imperial doctor in the palace. At that time, the ministers and others believed that Concubine Miao might have been poisoned or infected with a strange cold. The imperial doctor said that he had seen the same disease, so he was sure that it was poisoned."

A gleam of light flashed through Murong Xuan's eyes and waved his hand and said, "You all go down." After waiting for someone to leave, he said to Luo Zitian, "I'll go and ask Yan'er to come and have a look."

"Wait," Luo Zitian called him, "Prince, I'd better go. I'm afraid she won't want to come with you." He knew that Murong Xuan was too patient and gentle with Rong Yanran, and he didn't know the Year of the Monkey and the Year of the Month. He went over and knelt down to confess his guilt to her first. If he really couldn't, he carried her directly, which was much faster than the Seventh Prince.

Before Murong Xuan could express his opinion, Miao Yuqing objected first: "No, Brother Zitian, don't leave me."

Luo Zitian comforted and said, "I'll call you a doctor and I'll be back soon." Seeing Qing'er's forehead sweating so much that her forehead was filled with pain, he threw her down with a rare heart and said, "Prince, I'll go back quickly."

Murong Xuan had no choice, cured her in the past and acted as a coaxing role: "Qing'er, don't be afraid, we will cure it for you." But he didn't dare to stretch out his arm to let her bite, for fear that Rong Yanran would not be able to explain clearly when she saw him. He believed her during the day. Although it was a bit shameful, he did feel a little relieved about the situation in front of him, which proved Yan'er's honesty!

Miao Yuqing was also very strong. Seeing Luo Zitian leaving, she glanced at Murong Xuan, bit the quilt and said nothing, and stopped crying out pain.

Luo Zitian jumped directly into the yard, and a fragrance rushed straight into his nose, and he said intimately that it was not good, and his whole body was soft and his internal strength was useless.

Only a few steps away from the small tile house, Luo Zitian took several times more time than usual and knocked on the door: "Rong Yanran, are you here?" He found that his voice was actually much smaller than usual.
Chapter completed!