V2.Chapter 58

The flower on the stranger looked at two people one eye, pondered for a while, and then whispered, "the thirteen princes had much thought of me before. First, he personally brought the imperial doctor to see me, and then ordered people to deliver medicine. Every time, they were sincere to each other. I just looked at his weakness and felt a little pity for him."

Qin Lin and Qin Ya looked at each other in silence. There was no doubt about the words of flowers on the street. He did not ask more.

"You go down first. I'm tired." The flowers on the street gathered their eyes and went to one side of the inner room.

"Yes."

When they retired, the stranger flower also entered the inner room, but she was lying on the couch, not sleeping for a long time.

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At night.

On the street flower changed a suit of casual clothes, to avoid the inspection of the bodyguard, the servant girl of the night, quietly sneaked into the east courtyard.

This is the temporary residence of Yan cenxuan in the mansion.

On the street flower eye light vigilantly swept a circle in the house, just slowed down the pace, quietly walked toward the person on the couch.

Her feet were light, and she fell to the ground without a sound.

Therefore, falling on the ground did not wake up half a sound, until walking to the bed, the couch of Yan cenxuan did not notice.

The stranger carefully lifted up the veil and swept Yan cenxuan up and down with the moonlight, and then fell into the thin wrist outside his brocade quilt.

She squatted down and put her hand between Yan cenxuan's wrists to feel the pulse beating under her.

The fingertips between his wrists were cool. Yan cenxuan breathed slightly and his eyelashes trembled slightly, but he did not open his eyes.

The eye light of the flower on the stranger always falls on his pulse, which has not been released for a long time.

According to this pulse, Yan cenxuan should have been a symptom of less than a month since he was born. He suffered from wind and cold these days, which led to this perennial persistent disease.

However, he was just suffering from illness these days. He didn't let Yan Beicheng send imperial doctors. He thought he was used to the disease, so he would be like this.

Speaking of, he is also poor, born with such disease.

Yan Beicheng stood in the corner of the house, gathered the whole body breath, quietly looked at the drooping eyes of the house, carefully gave Yan cenxuan the pulse of the flowers on the street, deep ink pupil, slowly gushed a bit of dark and treacherous color, as well as a very light color of displeasure, the palm slowly tightened.

All of a sudden, Yan Beicheng's clenched palm was suddenly loosened and his heart was shocked. When could he be upset by such things?

In this way, Yan Beicheng's eyes are treacherous and unpredictable, and the color of ink is surging.

The flowers on the street in the house are 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, and Yan cenxuan opens her eyes. She sits up with her hands and looks at her calmly. Her eyes are complicated.

There was no accident, silent and he looked at each other for a long time, but I didn't know what to say.

After pondering for a long time, she could hear her enunciation in a very light voice, "your illness is not serious. I have read the prescription you took before, and there is nothing wrong with it. But if you want the old disease to disappear earlier, you have to follow my prescription. Do you wish?"

Yan cenxuan did not speak, only opened a pair of clean and elegant eyes, pursed his lips and gazed at her. The expression in his eyes was constantly changing, and his surprise, doubt, heartache, all kinds of emotions interweaved into a group, becoming more and more complex.