The imperial doctor said: "Although the prince's illness is dangerous, it is not a problem. The best thing now is to let the prince rest and rest, and I will prescribe some detoxification and cleansing medicine. I'm afraid he will be fine."
Cang Xilin nodded and quickly asked the eunuchs to send Cang Xiyuan to Pian'an Palace for diagnosis and treatment.
The imperial doctor tried acupuncture and moxa fever, but Cang Xiyao never woke up.
Cang Xilin, with a livid face, severely punished the imperial doctor who came first.
After recruiting several more imperial doctors and conducting a consultation, Cang Xiyuan finally woke up.
He was just out of breath and his face was frighteningly pale.
The imperial doctors felt as if they had found a treasure, and they all emphasized that King Lanling was possessed by a evil spirit and needed to rest.
Cang Xilin immediately said that Pian'an Palace could help him recover from his injuries.
Cang Xiyuan nodded weakly, but her heart felt extremely beautiful.
Cang Xilin went out, and the courtiers waiting outside were also in chaos.
Cang Xilin then told them that King Lanling was fine, he just had a bad stomach and needed to stay and rest.
The ministers looked at each other and hesitated a little, but they did not dare to go against Cang Xilin's wishes and left the palace one after another.
Cang Xilin turned around and gave Cang Xiyao a few words, to the effect that he just wanted to have a good rest and ignore other matters.
Afterwards, he clasped his hands behind his back and wanted to relax in an irritable mood.
Suddenly, a flute sound floated slowly, and Cang Xilin's expression relaxed.
This sound is...
A calm and gentle face suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
I don't know why, at this moment, I thought that that person would stand under the shade of the flowers and smile warmly at me.
The annoyance in his heart was relieved.
Following the sound of the flute, he walked forward slowly.
Sure enough, it was the way to Taiye Pond, and he couldn't help but feel comfortable.
When he reached a corner, he turned around and saw a thin woman wearing light green clothes, standing under a willow tree with her back on his back, playing the flute against the blue waves.
The breeze blew, and her long hair was slowly dancing in the air.
When the song ended, the man lowered his head and sighed quietly.
Cang Xilin felt her heart skip a beat.
He suddenly remembered her lonely appearance playing the flute on that moonlit night.
In the empty and melodious atmosphere that seemed both real and illusory, he only felt that the woman was as beautiful as an immortal, elegant and unparalleled.
I just heard her playing "You Phoenix Comes to the Instrument" again.