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Feng Yusheng cried out in alarm as he turned his head to look at Zhan Xiaolou. Zhan Xiaolou, on the other hand, had a calm expression and a faint smile on his face. Compared to her calm appearance, he felt that he shouldn't be in too much of a sorry state.

Feng Yushu felt as if his heart was about to leap out of his chest, and his face turned red. He lowered his head, bit his lower lip tightly, and tried to break free from Zhan Xiaolou's embrace.

Zhan Xiaolou also knew that this was the Imperial Palace and the Imperial Garden. It was possible for people to come at any time, so their postures were indeed rather ambiguous.

"Wait a minute!" As Zhan Xiaolou spoke, he used one hand to support Feng Yu Xuan, while the other hand bent over and pulled out the corner of his clothes that had been pressed down by the chair.

"Alright." When Zhan Xiaolou saw that Feng Yushu had steadied himself, he immediately let go and retreated two steps.

Feng Yushu suddenly felt a little lustful of the feeling of having been carried by Zhan Xiaolou. Although it was only for a moment, it was enough for him to recall the feeling when he dreamt of it countless times in the middle of the night.

"You …" Feng Yushu wanted to ask, "When did you arrive?" Was it there when I started playing? Do you hear how much I miss you in the music? Do you understand my sadness and sorrow?

"What are you doing here?"

These words sounded unwelcome, but Zhan Xiaoluo heaved a sigh of relief. Feng Yu's vicious tongue was still here, so that did not count the First Prince's sudden change in personality. It was as if there was no hope for him.

After the incident with the Residence of Yun, when the First Prince, Feng Yuqi, sent Zhan Chen back to the hospital, he said that Feng Yushu was not in a good mood. He said that the next time they meet, he would take a look at Feng Yushu.

However, compared to the first time they met, Zhan Xiaoluo felt less lively and skinnier. It was obvious that there was something on his mind.

But just now, when she was helping him, she had taken advantage of the opportunity to take his pulse and did not discover anything wrong with him.

Zhan Xiaolou looked at Feng Yushu, a trace of doubt flashing through his eyes. Could this illness be a heart disease?

"Is there something troubling the Ninth Prince's heart?" I don't know if I can tell Little Lou, but Little Lou might be able to help me sort it out a little. " As he spoke, he gave a meaningful glance to the maid holding the mink fur cloak.

The court lady immediately opened her cloak and put it on Feng Yushu.

Feng Yu tugged on his clothes, his expression a bit unnatural, but his heart was filled with joy? Was she concerned about him?

"Are you here for my brother?" Feng Yu Xuan didn't answer her question, but asked her instead.

It was only then that Zhan Xiaolou remembered that his main purpose was to give Feng Yu Qi a diagnosis. He had been in the Imperial Garden for quite a while, so he didn't know if the empress and Feng Yu Qi had gone to the palace she was supposed to wait for.

No matter how gutsy she was, she wouldn't dare to make the empress and princes wait for her!

"Indeed. I was attracted by the sound of your zither just now and unknowingly walked this far. I believe the First Prince and Empress should be arriving by now. I'll be leaving first."

Zhan Xiaolou hurriedly turned around and left. Feng Yu paused for a second and then immediately followed.

At this time, not far away, behind a fake mountain, stood Wang Fu and Feng Yuqi. The two of them were smiling as they looked in the direction Feng Yushu and Zhan Xiaoluo had left in.

Feng Yuqi covered his mouth and laughed, "It seems like the Queen Mother's idea has worked. Just look at how Little Jun is looking at Yu Xuan …"

"Do you believe that with Yu Mu's beautiful appearance, there are women that you can't take down?" Wang Fu smiled complacently.