Peng Yu and Zhuanyun were busy in the Ueda sea for three consecutive days.

Peng Yu even took the excuse of "retreat and recuperation" and soaked in the sea of ​​flowers during the day to look for fragments of memory.

However, Peng Yu's diligence in immortal arts and Kunwu's magic skills went further, but he still did not find a way to save people.

"Okay, I can't continue."

Zhuanyun put the immortal cauldron on and stopped Peng Yu from continuing to dream: "Look at what you are now, and if you persist, I'm afraid you have to take a step first. My family will not take this responsibility."

Peng Yu was exhausted and haggard at this moment, and he could not hold on.

"Then I'll go back and later."

Teleport back and lie on the bed and fall asleep. This sleep lasted for eight hours, and he was confused in his dream. He saw the battle between the Spirit Emperor and the King of Gaoyang, and also saw Emperor Li massacre his blood relatives. In the end, he stood by himself

A mourning hall.

There was a nanmu coffin in front of me, with long white banners floating on both sides, and there were sorrow and crying behind me.

Suddenly, the crying became stronger and stronger, and Peng Yu was woken up.

I don’t remember much of the things in my dreams, but that nanmu coffin…

Peng Yu rubbed his forehead, got up and changed into clothes, and walked out of the quiet room.

When Fang Ji saw Peng Yu, he hurriedly said, "Your Highness, hurry up, help me. Something happened to Yuan Qi!"

"Yuan Qi?" Peng Yu thought of something and hurried to the gate of Wuhua Palace.

Xiao Mujin, Qiong Yun and others were all there, as well as the gods Chunyu Ziheng and Liu Shichong sent from the Heavenly Palace.

After crossing the crowd, Peng Yu saw that Yuanqi and two little eunuchs had been taken down.

Yuan Qi's expression remained unchanged, and he faced everyone calmly. But the two eunuchs were trembling and cried, and took out all the money they had collected in the past few days to beg for mercy.

Peng Yu instantly understood what happened, and without waiting for Liu Shi to come over to explain, he waved his hand directly: "Okay, let them go, this is Gu's meaning. Gu asked about the situation over there, is he guilty? Or, the three of them

Also infected?"

Xiao Mujin and Qiong Yun looked at each other: I knew it was His Highness’s meaning.

Qiong Yun said: "Yuanqi violated His Majesty's order and inquire about the news of his mother's palace. He has not developed any illness at the moment, but he must be careful. Wait until we check it and then make a decision."

Peng Yu sneered and waved his hand to shoot a white light to cover Yuan Qi.

The white light shone for a while and dissipated by itself.

"Gou personally checked, and there is no source of the disease on his body. Can you rest assured?"

"As for his inquiries about the news about his mother's palace, he turned around and explained to his father alone."

"If you have something to do, you will be alone. Let's go away. Fang Ji, help these two boys up and cry like something. You are doing things for the orphans, and even if you are punished, you will still be alone."

Everyone also knew that Yuan Qi was ordered to act, and when Peng Yu came forward to protect the person, he had to give up.

Chunyu Ziheng said: "Your Highness, I will report to Your Majesty about this matter. Before this, please be optimistic about these three people and don't let them run away."

"What do the general think that let them stay in the dark room of Wuhua Palace?"

At this time, Peng Yu looked towards Simu Palace.

Eight men in black robes walked slowly into Simu Palace with a pair of nanmu coffins.

He suddenly changed his sarcasm: "What's going on? The coffin? What do you do with the coffin?"

"this……"

Everyone looked at each other, and their expressions were eager to speak but stopped.

"Why don't you talk?"

Peng Yu felt an ominous premonition in his heart and raised his foot to go to Simu Palace.

Everyone hurriedly stopped him, and Xiao Mujin hurriedly said, "Don't worry, he's fine, just..."

"It's okay? It's okay, why are you placing a coffin?" After saying that, Peng Yu frowned: "I've reached this point when I rushed to joy?"

The Great Kun Shen Dynasty has a custom. When you are seriously ill and dying, you put a coffin to cheer. If you can't hold on, you can just go into the coffin.

But Zhuanyang is only a few years old, how could he reach this critical point?

Xiao Muqing was silent.

Yes, Zhuanyang's situation was not good. I was already exhausted last night, and several imperial physicians brought them back with great powers. According to Wang Jian, Zhuanyang is no less inferior to the sixth prince this time.

"Where is his pulse case? I have brought it all over the past few days!"

Xiao Muliang stepped forward and was about to hand it over. Qiongyun immediately grabbed her and shook her head slightly.

But when Peng Yu saw this, he used "saccharide to take" to remove the pulse from Xiao Mu's pocket.

After reading the three-day records, Peng Yu's face became even more ugly.

"What's wrong with this medicine?"

The medicine soup in the past two days has not changed. It is just ordinary medicine to nourish qi and cultivate the essence, and it cannot cure smallpox at all.

Everyone looked at each other, and many people showed confusion.

This pulse case was stolen by Yuan Qi and many people have never seen it. Only Xiao Mujin and Qiong Yun had just seen it and put it away.

Faced with Peng Yu's question, everyone naturally could not answer.

"Go and find a few imperial physicians to come over, and I will ask myself."

When Chunyu Ziheng heard this, he directly rejected: "Your Highness, you must not contact the people of Simu Palace."

"It's okay if you don't contact me. Let them send a letter! You can't even send a letter, right? Didn't they ask the coffin to be carried in? If you can't send the letter, then use a double-sided mirror to speak directly face to face.

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Unable to resist Peng Yu, and with Wang Bozheng and others persuading him, Chunyu Ziheng finally gave in and sent someone to Simu Palace to contact him.

Fang Ji called out the wooden chair and asked Peng Yu to sit down and wait.

Soon, both sides set up their spiritual mirrors.

Seeing Wang Jian and others opposite, Peng Yu asked directly: "What is the situation? Turn the mirror in one direction, and I want to look at Zhuanyang."

Opposite the mirror, except for several imperial physicians, the back was covered by black banners, and there was no way to see Zhuanyang and the surrounding environment.

An imperial physician bowed and said, "Your Highness is at ease. The third young master is recuperating and cannot see anyone."

"Cultivation? You have to give the coffin?" Peng Yu was furious: "Old Wang, you speak. You said in person that Zhuanyang is dead or alive now."

If you don’t let outsiders get close, is it because the people are gone? Do you plan to announce your death three days later?

Wang Jian hurriedly said, "Your Highness must not speak like this. It's so unlucky! Although Boy Yang is seriously ill, he can still support him. There is absolutely nothing wrong. You can rest assured."

"Don't worry, don't worry so that you sent the coffin?"

An imperial physician defended: "We did this just to use the coffin to cheer for joy and pray for God's will..."

"God's will?" Peng Yu was furious: "Gou never believes in heaven or life. What Gu wants is you living people who take the initiative to treat him and save him."

"Don't mess with Gu with some ordinary medicine soup. Gu also understands medical skills! If you dare to be so lazy, you don't need Gu to take action when you turn around. Do you believe Yunyang Hou chop you down directly!"

Facing the angry boy, Wang Jian was helpless: "His highness calmed down. Let's take the prescription again immediately."

Wang Bozheng and others also quickly persuaded Peng Yu to be calm. By the way, they were also trying to lay the groundwork and comfort the young man who lost his friend.

"Your Highness, life and death are destiny, and good fortune and misfortune come from heaven. We can do our best and have no guilt. As for the rest... don't force it-"

"Don't force it? I will force it!" Peng Yu swept over coldly, it was what Lai Heng said.

"In this world, as long as Gu wants to do, there is nothing that cannot be done. Zhuanyang's life is Gu Baoding!"

After throwing down the pulse case, Peng Yu turned his head and left.

He took two steps and shouted to Yuan Qi: "Don't you keep up!"

Yuan Qi got up, slapped the soil off his body, and followed Fang Ji.

Peng Yu has a self-knowledge. Those people will definitely not let themselves get close to Simu Palace, but...

When he returned to the quiet room of the side hall, he ordered: "You are guarding the door."

"Your Highness—"

Yuan Qi called Peng Yu, but saw Peng Yu's sucking eyes and swallowing the words behind him.

He knew what His Highness wanted to do.

If you can't go there openly, then go in secretly.

After thinking about it, Yuan Qi gritted his teeth: "Your Highness, I'll go with you!"

"You? Forget it, I'm not afraid of evil spirits, but your body can't stand it."

Close the door, Peng Yu teleported to Simu Palace.

The eight men in black robe came to Dongqianyuan with a nanmu coffin, and he came up with his heels.

Standing at the door were Wang Jian and other imperial physicians. They wore masks and watched the air flow of the east crossing the hospital while boiling soup.
To be continued...