The villain coaxed to the extreme, and the host was carried away again!

Yan Bai cleared the stray thoughts in his head and returned to business.

"Sikong Xingchen is only about 20 years old, how come he has better medical skills than those old men in the Tai Hospital? Mu Changyin's strange disease was cured by Mu Changyin, who was the only one who could not be cured by others. Maybe there is something we don't know about it. Hidden secrets.”

Sikong Yongzhou sighed helplessly.

"Lord Demon Lord, I don't have the equipment right now and can't check any information. I can only blindly open it based on the plot I have memorized before."

After finishing speaking, he said with a worried voice:

"It's not like there were no plot errors in the past. If there are plot errors in this world, will our mission fail?"

Yan Bai glared at him.

"What kind of strength do I have? I'm a talented little overlord, and there are tasks that I can't handle?"

Sikong Yongzhou's face was filled with admiration.

"Master Demon Lord is so powerful. It all depends on you. What will we do next?"

Yan Bai narrowed his eyes slightly, "Since we can't kill the protagonist Shou, then we must seize all the help and opportunities around Sikong Xingchen and turn them into our advantage.

We must win over Yi Wen, Yi Wu, Mu Changyin and Ran Min who helped him succeed. If we cannot win over them, they will be destroyed and they will not be used by Sikong Xingchen.

Didn't Sikong Xingchen want to treat Mu Changyin? You are like this..."

The two people's heads came closer and closer. When Yan Bai finished speaking, Sikong Yongzhou looked at him with a complicated expression.

"Lord Demon Lord, why do you always have all kinds of weird tricks?"

Yan Bai glared at him, "Are you reluctant to let go?"

"Not really... let's just do it."

Yan Bai finished his mischief and left happily, leaving Sikong Yongzhou alone with a complicated mood.

Sure enough, just like the original plot, Mu Changyin fell ill two days later.

He also had no fever and no other symptoms other than intermittent severe pain all over his body.

The attack felt like every bone in the body was broken, and the pain penetrated into the bone marrow, but after a cup of tea, it disappeared without a trace.

When the nine-tailed fox had just time traveled to Sikong Yongzhou, he took a fancy to Mu Changyin's beauty, promoted him from personal chamberlain to governor of the chamberlain province, and ordered him to keep vigil on the floor of his room every day.

The nine-tailed fox's original plan was to eat people on a night when the flowers were full and the moon was full.

Unexpectedly, he finally spent all his efforts to coax the person to bed, and it was himself who was eaten. How can this be justified?

Mu Changyin had been ill for two days, but without letting Sikong Yongzhou know, he just opened the bedding he had left when he first entered the palace and slept on the ground.

Ever since the two had a substantial relationship, he had been tossing in bed until dawn every day. Now that he was back on the ground, Sikong Yongzhou pretended not to be surprised at all and let it go.

Mu Changyin once again experienced a wave of severe pain in the middle of the night. He curled up and couldn't stop shaking. A large amount of sweat flowed down his forehead, and the hair on his forehead was wet.

But he endured silence and turned his back to Sikong Yongzhou to prevent him from noticing.

The nine-tailed fox looked at his trembling figure and felt a little unbearable, but was cruel and did not move.

After a cup of tea, the severe pain suddenly disappeared. Mu Changyin gently exhaled and straightened his somewhat stiff limbs.

The nine-tailed fox also let out the breath he was holding in his chest and closed his eyes with some relief.

Mu Changyin gently turned back to look at Sikong Yongzhou, and saw that he was sleeping peacefully, with the moonlight reflecting a shallow halo on his small, white face.

There was a soft light in his eyes, and he whispered two words, but the voice was too soft, and Sikong Yongzhou didn't hear it.

"Kyuubi..."

On the third day of Mu Changyin's illness, Sikong Xingchen was passing by the garden and met Mu Changyin who was seriously ill.

At that time, he was leaning weakly on a rockery, and his dark red chamberlain uniform was instantly soaked with sweat.

Seeing that something was wrong with him, Sikong Xingchen stepped forward to support him with concern.

"Are you sick?"

Mu Changyin raised her dark eyes and glanced at him without saying anything. She only glanced at a bright yellow corner of clothes exposed behind the Moon Gate in the distance.

However, Sikong Xingchen could not help but pick up his left wrist and check his pulse.

"Are you sick, but you feel severe pain all over your body, and it disappears after a while?"

Mu Changyin nodded.

Sikong Xingchen let go of his hand,

"I have been following Dr. Zhao Tai from the Imperial Medical Office since I was a child. If I give you a prescription, can you trust me?"

At this moment, most of the pain had passed, and Mu Changyin was able to speak.

He looked at Sikong Xingchen with a calm look, but his tone was very respectful.

"Of course, if I don't trust the Third Prince, who can I trust?"

Sikong Xingchen looked into his eyes and felt that his respectful tone seemed not pure.

Of course, he didn't see anything.

"It's inconvenient for you to make the medicine. I'll ask someone around me to make the medicine and send it directly to you later. It will take a total of three days, but it should be effective tonight."

"Thank you, Third Prince."

At this time, the bright yellow clothes disappeared, and Mu Changyin quickly said goodbye to the third prince and left to catch up.

In the evening, Sikong Xingchen sent someone to bring a soup cup. Mu Changyin went to help Sikong Yongzhou tidy up the bathtub first, and the medicine was placed on the table.

When he came back, Sikong Yongzhou left the medicine side nervously.

"I'm going to take a shower."

Mu Changyin walked straight over and drank the medicinal soup in one gulp.

Sikong Yongzhou glanced back and felt his tooth hurt when he saw him drinking so happily.

After going to bed at night, Mu Changyin started running to the toilet, one after another. He wanted to move out, fearing that it would affect the emperor's rest.

Sikong Yongzhou said angrily:

"Why are you messing around? Just sleep here. You have eaten something dirty. Didn't I tell you that there are many bad people in this world? You don't want to eat everything given to you."

Mu Changyin held his stomach and gave him a meaningful look.

"Yes, there are indeed too many bad people."

Sikong Yongzhou felt guilty.

"Tomorrow I'll find an imperial doctor to take a good look at you, and I'll make sure to cure you."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Sikong Yongzhou patted his chest,

"You are mine, so I naturally want to protect you."

Hearing these words, Mu Changyin raised his lips and smiled. After a moment, his expression changed and he rushed out.

Sikong Yongzhou was startled. He came again so soon. Did he drink too much croton?

When Mu Changyin finally fell silent and it was almost dawn, Sikong Yongzhou immediately summoned a young imperial doctor from the Imperial Medical Office.

"Hurry up and show him. Did he eat something unclean?"

The young doctor was obviously a novice, and he was a little trembling. His hand was trembling when he took Mu Changyin's pulse, and after a while it was as if he was reciting lines.

"The waiter took some drugs that were mutually reinforcing and incompatible with each other. People who don't understand medical science should not take the drugs randomly prescribed, or they may kill someone.

Was your body in severe pain before? I'll prescribe a medicine for you. Just take it and you'll be fine. "

Mu Changyin curled his lips,

"I did take some medicines prescribed by others. Maybe he was inexperienced. If I don't take them in the future, my illness will be left to this imperial doctor."

Sikong Yongzhou breathed a sigh of relief beside him.