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Mo Weinong was surprised to see his eyes, "You still remember me?"

Although the two of them had met yesterday, it should have been just a glance. Moreover, she was standing behind Princess Le Chen and Mo Qianzhu back then. With his eyesight, she shouldn't have been able to see her at all.

Eighth Prince looked at her strangely, "Why are you here?"

"I accidentally took the wrong path and came over." When Mo Weinong followed Princess Jianyou to the entrance of the courtyard, she realized that this place was not far from the place where Eighth Prince was beaten up yesterday.

Presumably, those few princes and princesses had deliberately come here to cause trouble for him.

Facing such a Eighth Prince, Mo Weinong felt some sympathy.

She sat down on the side of the bed and looked at the food box. She realized that the dishes inside were all extremely exquisite, obviously the Princess Jianyou truly wanted to treat this Eighth Prince well.

He just didn't know what they meant when they said that Imperial Concubine Fang had been hurt by the empress.

Shaking her head, Mo Weinong reached out to look at Eighth Prince's forehead. It was only then that she realized that Eighth Prince was frighteningly hot, no wonder her face was so red.

It was hard for him to maintain his consciousness and speak to others.

Eighth Prince didn't know if it was because he was weak or because he felt that Mo Weinong didn't have any malicious intent, but he didn't stop Mo Weinong from touching it.

"Why is it like this?" Mo Weinong pursed her lips, thought for a while and said, "Wait here for me."

Before Eighth Prince could react, he saw Mo Weinong turning and leaving the house.

The Eighth Prince was stunned. Staring at her back, there was a trace of disappointment in his eyes.

Sighing, he turned around, curled up his body, and fell asleep with his face facing the sky. His body was shaking slightly.

Mo Weinong had already rushed back to the Queen's palace. She was not bad at the moment, and her footwork was even more powerful. When they passed by that bamboo forest, they didn't even have time to clearly hear the anxious voice of the Deng Mama when he didn't see her after waiting for a long time.

She directly returned to her room and picked up Lil 'White, who was sleeping soundly in the corner, to wake him up.

After that, he sat by the table and wrote a few lines of words with his pen. He tied it around Whitey's neck and intentionally stuffed it into its furry white fur.

Little White wanted to pull it off in confusion, but was stopped by Mo Weinong.

She solemnly said to it, "Little White, there's something very important that I have to hand over to you. Can you do it?"

Very important? Must I?

Lil 'White felt that its master actually valued it so much, and couldn't help but raise its tail for a moment.

The corner of Mo Weinong's mouth twitched, and only then did she speak, "Send the letter on your neck to the courtyard at the east side of the city, and hand it over to Shen Qian, you must be quick, it would be best if you could return within two hours."

Lil 'White immediately jumped up and nodded fiercely, then ran out like a wisp of smoke.

Mo Weinong heaved a sigh of relief, looked at Whitey's back and felt a little guilty, so she silently said she was sorry.

Little White, it's not that master lied to you. You're the only one who can enter and leave the palace in broad daylight, and you won't be noticed by the dark guards. Furthermore, with your speed, being a free leg worker is most suitable for you.

Lil 'White did not know that the task he was so proud of had been obtained under such circumstances.

However, it was still in high spirits, and it was rare for it to be so reliable. It actually ran back in less than an hour.

With her tongue sticking out, begging for comfort, Mo Weinong pushed the dessert on the table in front of her and said, "Eat it, I'll reward you."

As he spoke, he took off a paper bag that was hidden under Whitey's belly.

This was the pill she had asked Little White to send back, asked Shen Qian to ask Tang Ziji for it.

Although there were a lot of imperial doctors in the palace and the Prince Yan also had a skilled Cen Si, she was taking the medicine for Eighth Prince's use this time. Naturally, he could not let others know about this.

Touching the White Fox's head, Mo Weinong picked up the two pears on the table, which the Emperor gifted her yesterday.

Although he couldn't take it to stew himself, he could still eat it like this.

Eighth Prince's voice was extremely hoarse. He must have been injured as well.

Mo Weinong kept her things well, avoiding the palace maids and eunuchs on the way, and walked towards the bamboo forest.

She knew there must be other ways, but … After all, this palace was huge, and she hadn't figured out all of the routes.

Mo Weinong was very sharp and was not afraid of anyone following her from behind. They quickly arrived at the courtyard that the Eighth Prince lived in, and with a flip of his hand, closed the gate.

Eighth Prince only felt a hint of coolness sliding over his lips while he was in a daze.

He frowned and raised his sore eyes with some difficulty.

When she saw Mo Weinong, she blinked her eyes uncertainly. It was only after a long while did she seem to wake up from her dream.

"You, you didn't leave?"

"I got some medicine for you when I got back." Mo Weinong fed him some water and saw that he had woken up. He could not help but heave a sigh of relief, otherwise the medicine would not be well to feed.

She lifted the soft, dusty pillow behind him and helped him to sit up a little.

The temperature of Eighth Prince's body dropped a little. It was obvious that the half bowl of medicine that Princess Jianyou had brought was still somewhat useful. However, the effect was not obvious. If he continued to ignore them, he might repeat the same process again and again. At that time, he might just burn them silly.

As Mo Weinong thought, she opened the paper package and took out a pill to give it to him, "Eat this first, it's a fever recovery pill, and you won't feel so uncomfortable eating it."

"Oh …" Eighth Prince looked at the black medicinal pill and swallowed it in one gulp.

Seeing that he was so straightforward, Mo Weinong could not help but laugh, "Aren't you afraid that it's poison?"

Eighth Prince weakly leaned on his pillow and laughed bitterly, "With my current state, even if you don't care about me, I will still die. Why use poison against me? "

Mm, that made sense.

Mo Weinong passed the cup to him, "Have a drink."

Eighth Prince took her hand and impatiently drank a cup of water.

After drinking it, he looked straight at her, "This medicine is a bit bitter, can I drink some more water?"

When Mo Weinong thought about how Tang Ziji came up with this medicine, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch. Although under her strict order, Tang Ziji was not allowed to be so playful as to poison others first before treating them, it still did not stop him from making the medicine taste bad.

Looking at Eighth Prince's pitiful appearance, Mo Weinong couldn't help but laugh. After all, she was still a child.

She poured him another glass of water and fed him.

He then stood up and handed the two pears over to him, "These are for your throat. I'll cut one for you now. You can eat another tomorrow."

Before she could finish speaking, Eighth Prince was already staring at the two pears and gulped down her saliva.