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"Can His Highness the Crown Prince please explain the emperor's illness in the past six months?"

A middle-aged man with a feather fan in his hand stood up. He had regular features and a tall and straight figure, like a refined scholar.

"Hall Master Yin." Jian Yike cupped his hands and bowed, "Father's first cough was just a cough, and then the low fever continued. After taking medicine from the imperial medicine, it can subside for ten days and a half months, and then the low fever..."

Shen Feiyun nodded, as he guessed, it was the initial symptom of Heart-biting Gu.

Jian Yike continued: "After four months of repeated illnesses, the low fever turned into high fever, and the medicine subsided again, over and over again. At the end of September, the father fell into a coma, and his mouth was full of nonsense."

Yin Ruo frowned and sighed: "These symptoms don't sound like Miao Jiang's Gu worms, but Mobei's strong Gu poison."

"May I ask sir, what's the difference between Gu worms and Gu poison?" Jian Yike was puzzled.

"Gu insects are mild-tempered, and if the host is unwilling, they can't parasitize." Yin Ruo shook the feather fan, "Otherwise, Gu poison can be planted by force, and most of the child Gu hosts must obey the mother Gu host, domineering and vicious, very human .”

Shen Feiyun nodded repeatedly, agreeing with every word Yin Ruo said.

Xu Qingyun always belittled the doctors of Huichun Hall, calling them worthless. Now it seems that at least the owner of Huichun Hall is not worthless.

Yin Ruo murmured: "The reaction of the Holy One is like a Gu poison attack. It is expected that he does not want to obey the orders of the villain, and is willing to be killed by the silkworm's heart."

The gentleness on Jian Yike's face gradually dissipated and became serious.He anxiously said: "Mr. Yin, what kind of poison is this, how can we get rid of the sub-gu?"

Yin Ruo thought about it for a long time, and spoke cautiously: "There is a kind of Gu poison that can control people but leaves a glimmer of life. If I didn't see it with my own eyes, I really dare not say it lightly."

"Okay!" Jian Yike readily agreed, "Sir, please follow me back to the palace. If you can cure your father, no matter whether you want gold, silver, or power, I will give it to you with both hands!"

Shen Feiyun laughed and couldn't help shaking his head.

When he met Jian Yishan, the other party still liked to talk about his cousin, and when talking about the prince, he said that he was very snobbish and liked to show off. When I saw him today, it was true.

Shen Feiyun looked at his friend, and saw that the other party also turned his head. The two seemed to want to go together, so they couldn't help looking at each other and smiling.

Jian Yike didn't know that he was ridiculed, and thought that everyone in the world wanted something from him, so he was quite proud.

Yin Ruo sighed again, and said bluntly: "I'm not sure whether I can cure the Holy One. I don't want to be rich, but I want not to be condemned when I am helpless."

Shen Feiyun really couldn't hold it back now, so he could only lower his head with his forehead, so that no one could see the expression on his face.

"Don't worry, sir. If it is impossible, I will only blame the villain who harmed my father, and I will never blame anyone who has devoted himself to healing."

Jian Yike made an oath, glanced around and said, "Besides Mr. Yin Ruo of Huichun Hall, there are other experts who would like to follow me to Daming Palace?"

Shen Feiyun recalled for a moment, and was sure that he did not agree to Mo Tingfeng's going to the palace. He only said that the prince asked for medicine, and he just stood up.

Since the crown prince didn't ask for medicine, how could he jump out rashly and say that he has the antidote to Heart-eating Gu? Wouldn't that just increase the suspicion and make people think that he is a bastard who committed murder.

Thinking of this, Shen Feiyun glanced at Mo Tingfeng.

Mo Tingfeng rested his chin and was distracted, with an innocent look of staying out of the matter, as if sensing his gaze, blinked his left eye at him, and smiled innocently.

Shen Feiyun was suddenly molested, and for a moment he really forgot that the other party was a little devil, and thought he saw someone's handsome young man.

Jian Yike walked up to him, held Jian Yishan's arms, and said earnestly: "Third brother, you often lived in the palace when you were young. When your father was seriously ill, you often talked about it. I don't know if your father will get better. Please come to the palace to accompany me."

Jian Yishan was quite embarrassed, subconsciously lowered her head, and cast a look of help to Shen Feiyun.

Shen Feiyun shrugged and raised his eyebrows, as if he was watching a good show.

Jian Yishan had no choice but to scold him for making a bad friend, but on the surface he had to deal with his cousin.He laughed and said: "Uncle will be safe and sound, and my nephew is willing to go to the palace to take care of him."

"It's still the third younger brother who understands righteousness." Jian Yike said meaningfully, "Unlike the second younger brother, who excused the Northwest War, he didn't want to go back to Chang'an to visit his father at such an urgent moment."

Jian Yichen is willing to come back to hell, he may be imprisoned, and the military power will be left behind.

At this point, Shen Feiyun had some guesses in his mind.

Although Jian Yike is the prince, the emperor has become more and more jealous in recent years. In order to suppress the prince's party, he did not hesitate to demote the ministers to Lingnan. benefit from it.

In order to weaken the power of the prince, the emperor never allowed the prince's party to be contaminated with military power. He divided the military power into two parts.

First, he named the second son born to himself and Hu Ji as General Zhengxi, ordered Jian Yichen to wipe out his mother's family, and then ordered him to guard the northwest frontier.

Second, it was handed over to Shen Zhao, the Marquis of Zhenbei who conquered half of the country for him at the beginning, known as the tyrant of the Southern Barbarians, and ordered Shen Zhao to stay in Chang'an.

Shen Feiyun felt tired for the people in the game, with such father and son brothers, what fun is there in life, why not just leave and find the true freedom in the world.

Maybe people are in the game and can't help themselves. As the fish in the pond, he was not spared.

Shen Feiyun got up slowly, patted Jian Yishan's shoulder, and said with a smile: "I wonder if Shen can come to the palace with his friends to visit for a while."

Jian Yike replied immediately: "Qing Yunjian is good at treating poison, it is really great that Brother Shen is willing to go together."

There were a total of nine people entering the palace this time.

Prince Jian Yike, Chen Wangshizi Jian Yishan, Qing Yunjian disciple Shen Feiyun, Holy Fire Sect young master Mo Tingfeng, Rejuvenation Hall master Yin Ruo, Tianqin Sect painter Zheng, Yuanwu Su Chao, Feishuang Pavilion Liu Sushuang, knocking at the Beibei Pavilion Gao Yan.

When Shen Feiyun went out, Mo Tingfeng followed him closely, and then opened an umbrella for him.

"Young master of the holy fire sect, even the crown prince is very respectful to you, why bother..." Shen Feiyun finally couldn't bear it, and said what was in his heart.

Mo Tingfeng sighed and said: "Quan pretends that I have a plan, and I would like to have a spring breeze with you."

After listening to Meng Lang's words too much, Shen Feiyun didn't find it harsh, he just thought of a gust of wind blowing in his ears, and then it dissipated without a trace.

Sitting back in the carriage again, his mood has changed, no matter how intimacy Mo Tingfeng is, he will take it lightly.

It was late at night, and when I walked to the gate of the city, I heard the sound of clappers mixed with the wind and rain from a distance, and then I knew it was Zishi.

Chang'an Yejin, a person like Jian Yike, can still rely on his waist card to get in and out.

Mo Tingfeng was a little sleepy, so he leaned on Shen Feiyun's shoulder and yawned, his breathing gradually became calm.

Shen Feiyun rapped the opponent's thigh heavily, and asked, "What do you mean by Jian Yike?"

"Disturbing people's dreams, just because of my boring question, do you think I'm not frivolous enough?" Mo Tingfeng rubbed Shen Feiyun's neck, his tone was delicate.

Shen Feiyun was shocked by the thunder, and said directly: "The emperor is comatose and in danger, he actually summoned people from all corners of the country, is he afraid that the news will not spread fast enough or far enough?"

"Not at all." Mo Tingfeng said decisively, "I think the emperor will definitely die, his filial piety is not touching enough, I wish more people could speak for him. How many people have come here today, if he is in power, he must be in a hurry to spread the word, In order to save his father, he tried every means and begged for help in a low voice."

"On the one hand, the human spirits raised the prestige of the new emperor, offered their hospitality, and showed their loyalty; on the other hand, the human spirits also used this to raise their own status. After all, the new emperor once wanted something from him."

Shen Feiyun was silent for a moment, and praised sincerely: "You really have a seven-aperture exquisite heart."

"Why, you are fascinated by me. You think Su Lang is a piece of wood, and you are going to empathize with him?" Mo Tingfeng laughed out loud, wrapping his hands around Shen Feiyun's neck, speaking intimately. out of sight.

"It can't be like this." Shen Feiyun said angrily, "Don't tell me you meet a good person and want to make friends, so you ignore other people's wishes and do things like this?"

"Otherwise?" Mo Tingfeng asked strangely.

Shen Feiyun was dumbfounded, and was asked seriously.

He has always acted in a well-behaved manner, respecting what others think and thinking, and never making people feel uncomfortable.If you meet a Deng Tuzi, you can politely persuade him to quit with force. I have never met a thick-skinned person who can't beat him.

Unexpectedly, I will meet you tonight.

He still didn't believe it, all of this was extremely absurd.

"What exactly are you drawing?" Shen Feiyun said wearily.

It was another fight in Yufeng Building, and Su Lang was captured and forced to agree to the three conditions. It didn't seem like a whim, just for color.

Mo Tingfeng said sternly: "Picture you."

"Nonsense!" Shen Feiyun tried his best to refute without thinking.

Mo Tingfeng stared at him deeply for a long time, then chuckled lightly, clasped his shoulders tightly with both hands, turned over, pushed him against the carriage, and kissed him tenderly.

Shen Feiyun was caught off guard, because of similar internal strength, after being seized by the opponent, he struggled for a while, finally found a gap, and swung his palm out.

"what are you doing!"

Then there was another palm, and the wind of the palm fell heavily accompanied by stern reprimands.But when it really hit Mo Tingfeng's face, Shen Feiyun was stunned when a clear voice sounded.

This palm was swung hastily, it was just a warning, it was not difficult to deal with.

Unless...the other party doesn't want to deal with it at all.

"You!" Shen Feiyun said in surprise.

"I feel much more at ease." Mo Tingfeng didn't care, sitting cross-legged on the blanket, leaning against the carriage, tilting his head and staring at Shen Feiyun.

He smiled freely, raised his hand to wipe the blood from his lips, and said softly:

"Sorry for molesting you. I admit this. I am an out-and-out jerk. Since I am already a jerk, no matter before, at this moment, or in the future, I don't want to repent. Once, again, and again , four more..."

Mo Ting's eyes were deep, and Shen Feiyun felt as if he was sitting on pins and needles, so he had no choice but to look away, not to look at each other, and pretend that the other party did not exist.

After Mo Tingfeng's confession, he slumped lazily at Shen Feiyun's feet, as if saying: I am such a scoundrel, what can you do to me?

Shen Feiyun was puzzled, and asked in a deep voice: "Have I offended you before?"

Mo Tingfeng smiled and shook his head.

Shen Feiyun asked softly: "Have I met you before?"

"Perhaps..." After Mo Tingfeng finished speaking, he lay on Shen Feiyun's lap, and soon fell into a deep sleep.