Chapter 82 The Prince Is Very Sick 8

It was already dark, and in the third prince's bedroom, there was a lamp, and with a gust of wind, the candles blew out silhouettes.

Winding and winding, bright or dark.

In front of the hospital bed, a man as gentle as jade leaned on the head of the bed, holding a book that looked some years old.

The slender fingers flipped through the pages, and the clear eyelashes poured out shadows, and they trembled slightly, bringing out a touch of paleness and fragility.

Beside the bed, there was a man in black kneeling.

The man in black clasped his fists with both hands, unable to see his face

"Master, the person who pushed you into the water by the pool today is the second prince's person."

The voice fell, and the person on the bed was still flipping through the book in his hand, without a single pause.

After a long time, I heard the gentle and gentle tone of the man

"The Gu in the second emperor's body has been stable for so long. This makes the emperor proud."

When the man in black heard the Gu in his master's mouth, he didn't know what to think, so he rolled his throat and swallowed.

he immediately asked

"Master means..."

"Keep your breath, let him wait for the eldest brother to walk with him, so that he has a company on the road."

The words were warm and cold, still pale and fragile, but the words made people shudder.

But for this, the man in black is obviously already used to it.

"Yes"

In the next second, he disappeared in front of his eyes, and it seemed as if no one had ever appeared in the entire dormitory.

Xuanyuan Yonghao was still casually flipping through the book in his hand, the candlelight cut out the silhouette, pale and sickly.

I don't know what funny place I saw, but the corners of thin and cool lips curled up, but it was still as beautiful.

For the next five days, Xuanyuan Yonghao was sick in bed.

According to the imperial doctor, the three princes were already weak.

Falling into the water in such a late autumn season, the cold air enters the body, and it is necessary to take a good rest, otherwise the root of the disease will easily fall.

For the past five days, Chunhua and Qiushi have been serving attentively in front of the third prince.

So much so that there is nothing else to do except wiping the tables and chairs and vases display.

In her spare time, she read all the dozen or so intrigue novels in the deep palace compound that Xiaohua had found for her.

Just as she was watching, suddenly there was an anxious knock on the door.

"Su Yan, are you there?"

It was Chunhua's voice.

Su Yan stood up, walked to the door, and opened the door.

Seeing Chunhua panting and anxious, she wondered.

"What's up?"

Chunhua wipes the sweat from her head

"The third prince wants to see you, you go quickly."

Su Yan is puzzled

"The third prince wants to see me?"

Chunhua is anxious

"Oh, it's too late to explain, let's go."

When the words fell, he took Su Yan's hand and trotted all the way.

When they arrived at the third prince's palace, they happened to see a maid who was disheveled and was dragged out, trembling all over.

Su Yan saw that so many Gongdou novels were finally read in vain, and a few words appeared in her mind, 'failed to seduce'.

At this time, Qiu Shi also knelt at the door of the dormitory with a face ashen.

Chunhua gently pushed Su Yan and handed the soup medicine in the hand of the maid who was standing respectfully beside her to Su Yan's hand.

"Come in quickly, remember to let His Highness take this soup."

She instructed carefully, and she was relieved when she saw Su Yan nodded and walked in.

As soon as he stepped into the bedroom, a scent of ambergris permeated his nose.

Different from the panic and nervousness outside, the atmosphere inside is quiet and peaceful, as if this pure land will not be disturbed by anything.

On the bed, Xuanyuan Yonghao leaned against the pillow, covered in clean white satin lining.