On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

Everyone gathered around with expectant eyes. Yan Ruyu held the medicine bottle and whispered: "Mr. Cao, this medicine is for you. I will combine it with your medicine later and give it to the prince to try."

Military doctor Cao quickly took it with both hands.

Yin Ding quickly asked: "Princess, how is the prince's situation?"

Yan Ruyu pursed her lips: "Fortunately, you don't have to worry too much. Just...Yin Ding, go and tell Madam that we won't go back tonight."

Yin Ding's heart skipped a beat, and he wanted to ask, but Beibei stopped him, so he had no choice but to nod.

"Doctor Cao, come with me!" Yan Ruyu led Dr. Cao into the room.

Yin Ding's eyes were a little red: "I think the princess is pretending to be relaxed. The prince's condition may not be good. She just doesn't let us worry."

Beibei also blushed: "If that's the case, then don't let the princess worry too much. While worrying about the prince, you have to take care of our emotions at the same time."

Quandao sniffed: "Then we just pretend we don't know what to do?"

Beibei nodded: "That's all we can do, then be obedient and we will do whatever the princess asks us to do."

The three of them passed unanimously and returned to the inn with their heads hanging down.

The abbot closed his mouth tightly, looked around the room, and said nothing.

When Military Doctor Cao saw Huo Changhe's injury, he was surprised and said, "This! The prince's injury healed so quickly."

"Military Doctor Cao," Yan Ruyu said in a deep voice, "I want to ask you for a favor."

Military Doctor Cao was not a fool, and immediately understood what Yan Ruyu meant: "Does the princess want to hide the news that the prince has recovered from his injury?"

"Exactly," Yan Ruyu nodded, "Our opponents are anything but ordinary, so it's always good to be careful."

Military doctor Cao agreed: "Okay, I listen to the princess, but the prince's injury..."

"It's no problem, you can fake it," Yan Ruyu said without hesitation, "Please ask Dr. Cao not to tell anyone."

"Ok, I know."

Yan Ruyu asked him to sit down: "One more thing, do you know Chitong?"

Military Doctor Cao's face changed slightly, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I know, that damn Goulian, Chitong is his proud work, and he has killed so many innocent people for the sake of his so-called unique medical skills!"

"The prince was once injured by Chitong. I think the deaths of Chitong and Uncle Song are somewhat similar. The difference is that Chitong committed suicide and Uncle Song was shot by others, but their blood is poisonous. Moreover, I I feel like Uncle Song is more poisonous than Chitong."

Military Doctor Cao's face became increasingly ugly: "What the princess means is..."

"What I mean is that Lao Xinglin should be just one of the poison doctors. There should be others among them. Although Lao Xinglin is dead, their plans have not stopped."

Military Doctor Cao gritted his teeth and hit the chair with his fist: "God damn these!"

He lowered his head and saw the medicine in his hand: "Princess, was the prince cured with this medicine?"

It's so fast, it's like a miracle drug!

Yan Ruyu "..."

"This medicine is still in the experimental stage. Because the prince is in critical condition, I gave it to him first. It works for the prince, but it does not mean that it will work for other people. So, I would like to trouble you to try it more."

"Okay, okay, I'll go now," Dr. Cao stood up immediately, "Don't worry, Princess, I will keep the prince's condition secret."

He is a medical fanatic. When he saw that the medicine was so effective, he had to study it for several days.

After seeing off Military Doctor Cao, Yan Ruyu also felt a little tired and fell beside Huo Changhe, holding his hand and falling asleep.

At dawn, Yan Ruyu woke up and went around the space first. Nothing changed, and she didn't see Huo Changhe either.

After exiting and calling softly several times, Huo Changhe still didn't wake up.

Yan Ruyu frowned slightly and felt her pulse again. There was nothing wrong with her pulse, so why didn't she wake up?

He took out the cosmetics and redressed Huo Changhe's wound. It still looked red and swollen.

Just after cleaning up, the abbot knocked on the door outside.

Just in time, Yan Ruyu also wanted to give him a few words and open the door to let him in.

He glanced at Huo Changhe on the bed and said in shock: "This... didn't it get better last night? Why is it like this again! It looks worse than before!"

"can not tell?"

"what?"

"I made it up. If you can't see it, then others won't be able to see it either," Yan Ruyu said seriously, "I have something to tell you."

The abbot suddenly realized: "Do you want the enemy to think that the prince is not healed yet?"

After saying that, he covered his mouth and nodded: "Don't worry, I promise, I won't tell you even if you beat him to death!"

After thinking for a while, he asked again: "Then, won't Madam tell you? If she doesn't, Madam will probably be sad and worried."

Yan Ruyu lowered her head and looked at Huo Changhe: "Wait a minute, I'll look at the situation, just keep your mouth shut."

The abbot promised again and again and did not bother Yan Ruyu anymore. He turned around and exited, closing the door gently.

Sighing silently, he could see that Yan Ruyu really cared about Huo Changhe. No matter what he thought at first, but now, the deep affection and the sincerity shown in his eyes could not be faked.

I don't know if this is good or bad.

The abbot lowered his head and sat down on the steps, thinking about old man Yan who didn't know where he was now, and whether he could still see him again. If he did, would there be a way to go back?

Huo Changhe was still in his dream.

It's just different from the previous dream. There is no paradise in the dream, and there is no Yan Ruyu. The mountains are full of people, as if two countries are at war, but the soldiers' uniforms and weapons are different from his army.

The war drums were beating and the military flags were flying in the wind. Huo Changhe felt his blood boiling and something in his body seemed to be awakened.

He wanted to join the battle group and lead the troops on an expedition, but he found that he was floating on a cloud and could not fall.

I saw one of the generals in a trance, and suddenly felt a sense of familiarity in my heart. I wanted to see his face clearly, but it always seemed to be covered with fog.

The two armies fought, and the battlefield was fierce. Huo Changhe suddenly felt a headache, and his heart ached, almost wanting to tear him apart.

Yan Ruyu sent the abbot away and was sitting by the bed when she saw Huo Changhe's face turned bad, his brows were furrowed, and thick sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Your Majesty!" Yan Ruyu stood up immediately and took his pulse.

His pulse was fast and strong, but his heart might not be able to withstand such a speed.

Yan Ruyu's face was solemn, she quickly took out the silver needle, quickly leveled him, and pierced him into the body.

"My lord, my lord!"

Huo Changhe still didn't respond, but his heart beat faster and faster.

Yan Ruyu became anxious, her hands moved faster, and she used her ability to press the bottom of the box to move the silver needle with her fingertips.

"Changhe, Changhe, hold on, nothing will happen to you!"

"You can hear me, can't you? Changhe!"

Yan Ruyu's forehead quickly broke out in sweat, her face turned pale, and there was a slight bleeding line at the corner of her mouth.

But she didn't stop moving her hands, her eyes only focused on Huo Changhe's reaction, not caring about anything else.

Huo Changhe's face was extremely red, his brows were furrowed, and he bit his lip with his teeth, as if he was in great pain.

"Changhe, Changhe! Wake up quickly!"