Earl's house.

When the Secretary arrived, Murray was receiving distinguished guests. He didn't dare to disturb him, so he had to wait in the side hall downstairs.

In the teahouse, Murray carefully and respectfully poured tea to the blonde man sitting on the throne again. "I'll negotiate with the weapons bureau again."

The blonde man's face was very white. At a glance, he could see that it was a kind of disease. He glanced at Murray faintly, with some sarcasm in his voice, "do you think there is room for turning around?"

Murray had a cold sweat on his back, slightly bowed his head and said, "the weapons bureau should not fail to sell our face."

"We?" Rocky's lips, without any blood color, gently pulled down, "what's the face of a person who will die at any time?"

Murray looked up at rocky and asked anxiously, "your body..."

Rocky suddenly coughed. It was also because of the severe cough that he barely fainted a touch of red on his pale face, but the whole person looked weaker, as if he had reached the end of the crossbow.

Murray saw this and quickly flashed a complex look in his eyes.

Looking at the prince's current situation, he must make other plans.

Although he is the rightful heir of the royal family, his weak body probably doomed him not to stand high.

Murray looked at rocky, who was getting weaker in the past year or two, and had more than once regretted that he had stood in the wrong team.

Rocky finally eased a lot and stopped coughing. He put away his handkerchief and said, "don't worry, my body can't die for the time being."

Murray opened his mouth. "Is there no way out of the first base?"

Rocky just smiled and shook his head. "Let it be."

Murray heard the speech, and his heart sank more and more.

Even the first base can't cure the prince's disease. I'm afraid

Rocky stood up, stroked his clothes, looked at Murray and said carelessly, "since you have that confidence, I hope I can see substantive results in two days."

He was referring to the weapons that didn't win at the fair last night.

With that, he walked out without waiting for Murray to respond.

Murray stood where he was and didn't chase anyone out for a moment. His face was bright and dark. I didn't know what he was thinking.

Rocky walked out of the Earl's house. As soon as he got on the bus and sat in the co pilot, the confidant who accompanied him turned around and looked at him, "by the way, Prince, Professor Sheng here just called and said that his friend had a folk prescription, which may be effective for your body."

Rocky heard the speech, but he didn't see half an emotional fluctuation on his face. Perhaps he had been numb from hope to disappointment. He closed his eyes and leaned back. Tired, he said, "thank the professor for me. Let him bother."

Seeing this, my confidant immediately understood that the LORD did not intend to try this folk prescription.

Thinking about what Professor Sheng Na had just said, he added: "the professor said that this folk prescription is the traditional Chinese medicine conditioning from Eastern countries. You know, he has been studying this aspect in recent years. If he is not sure, he will not say so."

For a long time, rocky raised his hand and waved, without any hope: "I know, then try again."

My confidant breathed a sigh of relief.

Anyway, just try it. What if?

**

This way.

Murray's secretary saw rocky leave before he went to the teahouse.

As soon as he entered, Murray stood in front of the French window, paused, walked behind him and said softly, "count, I have something to report to you."

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