"Ahhhhhhhhhhh, I was sent by the Emperor to treat Mu Jiuer!"

"You guys let me go..."

"Why do you catch me?"

The two soldiers ignored him and dragged them out directly.

Mo Beige didn't even look at him, and continued to play with his small wooden blocks. The wind blew outside the house and the banana leaves rustled. When he listened, he felt peaceful inside.

...

Mu Jiuer's sleep lasted for seven days.

During this period, Huangfu Chenjue's condition recurred, and Mu Jiuer also had a high fever overnight, and the high fever did not subside.

The moody Prince Nanyan was surrounded by him taking good care of him. Well, it was said that he was meticulous, but it was not a question. The prince would treat Mu Jiuer's pulse sooner or later, and then adjust the prescription appropriately. He would always use his precious silver to point Mu Jiuer in a few needles...

Most of the time I just lie half on the soft couch, either reading a book or playing with his small squares.

On weekdays, I am also in peace with Mu Jiuer who is unconscious.

...

Mu Jiuer, in a coma, vaguely heard some conversations:

"Prince, this girl has a strong internal strength in her body, and the poison in her body is like an old thing. Now that the poison is out, I'm afraid she will not have lived for a few years."

"kindness."

"Now she continues to have fever. If she is not awake, she may be worried about her life now!"

"kindness."

"Since the prince knows, why..."

The man replied in a faint tone: "It's because she doesn't want to wake up, no one can force her."

Mu Jiuer was sleeping in a daze, feeling that time had stopped at that moment. The man said it was right. She didn't want to wake up. She would rather escape than wake up to face the news of Huangfu Chenjue's death.

In a trance, I heard the faint voice saying to her: "He can't die. If you don't wake up, I'm afraid you will be the one who dies."

...

The sparse shadows are slanted and the breeze is gentle.

It was dusk when Mu Jiuer woke up, and the sun outside the window was hanging like a goose egg, half hanging in the air.

The green banana leaves sway in the wind, very poetic.

This room is also very suitable for the scenery. It is a large landscape painting, old mahogany furniture, and the pear wood collapsed beside the window. The man on it attracts Mu Jiuer's attention even more.

A man in white was lying on the couch with one leg bent, his body leaning slanted to one side, and a few strands of ink hair were hanging down against his side face, his posture was extremely leisurely.

A few small squares scattered casually at hand.

At this moment, the man in white was holding a book and covering his face, not knowing whether he was reading or sleeping.

Imperial Doctor?

doctor?

Spectator?

assassin?

Several nouns kept appearing in Mu Jiuer's head. Based on his feelings, the person seemed to have no intention of harming her, but what about the old saying? It is said that the heart of being on guard against others is indispensable!

Especially in this situation, the first thing she thought of was self-protection!

The man turned a page, interrupted Mu Jiuer's thoughts, and said lightly: "Don't pretend to die when you wake up, the medicine is on the head of the bed, drink it while it's hot."

Hearing this tone, he must be a good person...

Mu Jiuer simply got up, picked up the bowl, then looked at the book that blocked his face, and asked, "Hey, who are you? Why are you here?"

silence……

Mu Jiuer picked up the bowl and took a sip. It was so bitter that her toes curled up together!

Damn it, who prescribed the medicine!

I heard the man say, "For your blessing, I am detained here to cure you."
Chapter completed!