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He seemed to be in a deep sleep, and he didn't notice anyone approaching him. "How's your injury?" Mo Yuan asked.He didn't respond, just lay there with his eyes closed, motionless.Mo Yuan knelt down and shook his shoulders, but still failed to wake him up.

Mo Yuan simply turned his body around with force, letting him lie flat on the ground.But even with such a big movement, it didn't make him have the slightest reaction.It stands to reason that it is impossible for a person to sweat in the cold and damp cell in these cold weather.But on his almost transparent white face, there were fine beads of sweat.

Mo Yuan frowned, stretched out his hand to touch his forehead, and immediately withdrew his hand.Murong Mingyu, who had been watching outside the door, sensed that something was wrong, hurried in and touched his forehead, it was hot.

"Bring the imperial physician here!" Murong Mingyu ordered him loudly while hugging him up.

"This young master has a wound infection, which caused a high fever and coma," said imperial physician Chen Ying, who applied golden sore medicine on the wound on Luo Hongyuan's neck, and said, "Wei Chen prescribed another anti-inflammatory and wound-reducing medicine, and the inflammation disappeared. , the fever will subside naturally.”

Murong Mingyu, who was sitting by the side, looked at the pale face worriedly, "Then when will he wake up?" "This, I can't guarantee this, it still depends on his own will to survive." Chen Ying packed the medicine Nang, got up and saluted him farewell, "Later, I will order someone to bring the boiled medicine, Your Majesty, don't worry too much."

After sending the imperial physician away, Mo Yuan finally couldn't help reminding: "Your Majesty, it's time to go to court. After the medicine is delivered, Mo Yuan will personally feed him to drink. Please rest assured, Your Majesty." Murong Mingyu seemed to have not heard , was wiping Luo Hongyuan's face with a wet towel, her movements were very gentle, every time she passed by the medicated wound on her face, she was very careful.

"Your Majesty!" Mo Yuan called again. "The widow heard it!" He stood up, and the maid put the crown on him, and then told the maid next to him: "Take care of him, if anything happens to him, the widow is the only one to ask!" All the servants hurriedly responded: "Slaves obey the order!"

After the court was over, Murong Mingyu returned to the bedroom and was asking the maid to take off the court clothes for him, when the servant came in and reported: "The Queen sent someone to invite Your Majesty to have lunch at the Qiluan Hall."

He sighed, and while changing into his regular clothes, he said, "Tell the queen that I have something to do today, so I'll accompany her some other day." After finishing speaking, he ran directly to the room where Luo Hongyuan was.

"Are you still awake?" He asked the maid who was standing by.The maid shook her head and said, "I fed him the medicine once, and he vomited it out after a while." Hearing this, the wrinkles between his brows deepened, and when he opened the curtain in front of the bed, he saw it. That emaciated person, without the faint breath between his nostrils, would be no different from a corpse.

He sat down by the bed, staring fixedly at the lifeless young man, feeling as if his heart was disintegrating bit by bit.No pain, just numbness, from top of head to fingertips.

Several maidservants in the room looked at each other, secretly thinking about the relationship between this sick strange boy and their king.They all just entered the palace a few months ago, so of course they didn't know that the person who slept in the side hall of the king's bedroom was actually a court criminal who murdered the late king.

The person on the bed moved suddenly, Murong Mingyu stared at his face happily, looking forward to it.He groaned sadly, his eyelids trembled, but he didn't open them after all.

Murong Mingyu lowered his head in disappointment, stretched out his hands, and lightly held the cold hand that was outside the quilt, and murmured in a low voice: "Wake up, wake up quickly. It doesn't matter if you lie, As long as you can live well, it will be fine. The widow promises you that as long as you get better, the widow will send you to wherever you want immediately, and it doesn’t matter if you want to never see the widow again for the rest of your life.”

As he spoke, his head hung lower and lower. Suddenly, a drop of warm liquid landed on Luo Hongyuan's hand.

Murong Mingyu was sobbing softly.

"Don't leave the widow, please..." Murong Mingyu, the majestic king of the Yan Kingdom, never shed a single tear in front of outsiders when his father died, but now he is crying like a child in front of all the maidservants , vulnerable and helpless.

However, his tears failed to wake Luo Hongyuan up.