truggle out from under the covers, and then she heard the door slam shut. 。He left. 。Chu Qingge let out a sigh of relief, got out of bed and walked to the wall. 。On the ground, a layer of powder. It...The situation is very severe, and treatment is urgently needed!

To make things easier, Chu Qingge asked Feng Liye to send Feng Si to the Princess Garden, to her room!

After letting the wind fall down and lie down, she started to give him acupuncture treatment.

Internal injuries are worse than external ones; they can't be fixed with just bandaging.

She stood by the windswept bed, watching over him for more than an hour.

Feng Li ye was sitting on the chair in the outer hall, and Qiao'er had several times wanted to remind the princess.

But seeing the princess deeply focused and the wind seeming quite severe, she dared not speak.

The prince's back was covered in blood, but the princess didn't look at him after she returned, so she couldn't see it.

Qiao'er saw it several times, and her scalp felt numb just by looking at it.

Although the blood had dried, one could still imagine the severity of the injuries.

The Prince Consort is the princess's husband, how could the princess not know to tend to his wounds first

"Princess..." Qiao'er carried a basin of warm water in, this was the nth time she hesitated, and finally, she couldn't help but speak: "Young Master... also..."

"Change the water again, this time it needs to be hot, not warm."

Chu Qing's head didn't turn back, she twisted open the small green bottle.

The liquid in the bottle was being drawn into a syringe and injected, drop by drop, into Feng Si's body.

Qiao'er couldn't understand what kind of treatment this was at all. She glanced back at the outer room.

Even with the screen separating them, one could still see the slender figure of the young master sitting in his chair.

She let out a silent sigh, and could only carry the basin of water outside.

As soon as I stepped out the door, I saw that the wind was already here in a hurry.

"Wind Guard..."

Feng had not looked at her, he was walking too quickly.

"Grandpa!" His face turned pale, his expression full of anxiety, he hurried to Feng Li Ye's side and spoke several words, but they were unclear.

Feng Li's face changed as she saw this, and she stood up and left in a flash, disappearing without a trace.

The usually composed Crown Prince, who remained unfazed even when Mount Tai collapsed before him, has actually changed color. What urgent matter could have caused this

Qiao'er furrowed her brows, racking her brains but unable to figure it out. She could only follow the princess's instructions and continue working.

Feng is currently in a daze. He isn't completely unconscious, but his awareness is clouded.

vaguely, only knowing that there is always someone beside me.

When he was cold, her gentle hands, carrying the warmth of breath, pressed against his chest.

Very warm and comfortable.

When he was hot to the point of explosion, her hand, carrying something unknown, pierced into his acupoints.

That sense of impending explosion gradually dissipated.

At the beginning, every part of my body ached, intensely, painfully. It was agonizing.

However, because of her care, his body slowly relaxed and finally, he slept peacefully.

That face, always unclear, had been firmly imprinted in one's heart.

The world, the fairyland, they are just... too far away, too unreal...

……

Feng Chenmo is running out of time.

When Feng Liye passed by, almost everyone in the General's Garden had gathered.

Even the Duke and Duchess were astonished!

I've seen many doctors, even the imperial physicians have come.

Now, the imperial physician is by Feng Chen Mo's bedside, his face covered in beads of sweat, still administering acupuncture.

But looking at his appearance, there is still no sign of hope.

"Madam, the young master is back," the servant reported to Yan Liuyue.

Seeing her eldest son and the hurried return, Yan Liu Yue's eyes were filled with anger!

"You actually went to see that demon woman!"

Her eyes instantly stung with a wave of heat as she panicked!

"Your younger brother... Mo'er was hurt like this, all thanks to that demon woman! You dare still guard her! You disobedient child!"

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