The date of the banquet was set for half a month. The imperial prison said that the Ziwei Star was bright that day, and it was suitable for prayer. Tong Qianqian's wedding date was also set. On the eighth day of the ninth month, the fortune teller said that the day was suitable for marriage.

The atmosphere in Kyoto, South China these days is very good. When the emperor was happy to win the dragon heir, the emperor, who had few emperors, was happy, and the atmosphere in the capital naturally improved a lot, and the streets and alleys were very lively. There were also the marriages of the five martial arts families in the General's Mansion. Various shops were also selling their products as hard as they were injected with chicken blood, just like they encountered a major festival.

Ye Yimu took Muyou out for a walk. Kyoto was originally a place of right and wrong. Listening to passers-by, these two things were boring.

Ye Yimu disguised himself as a fairy and went to the Health Hall for a medical consultation. Mr. Luo saw that she was still happy, so he went up to solve the various difficult and complicated diseases that he needed in recent times. Ye Yimu naturally also patiently answered various answers. The more he heard the more surprised Mr. Luo couldn't help but ask again.

"If a person is born with cold air, and the cold air becomes stronger as he grows older, and even his every move is cold, how should he be treated?"

"Where did you see such a strange disease?" Ye Yimu frowned and asked.

Why did Ye Yimu remember the iceberg when Mr. Luo said this? Well, the man even spoke coldly, and he had his own body.

"I saw it from a book that some people suffer from such a disease, otherwise there would be no records in the book. I wonder if you can solve it, my girl?" Mr. Luo continued to ask.

"Is it poisoned?" Ye Yimu thought for a while and spoke.

"No." Mr. Luo replied

"Has you been raped?" Ye Yimu asked again

"Not." Mr. Luo replied again

"Did you eat something by accident?" Ye Yimu continued to ask

"Not it, it's not because I'm eating something wrong, nor because I'm just a natural person." Old Luo touched his beard and said heavyly

"That's the constitution of the god Ice." Ye Yimu said indifferently.

"Ice constitution?" Old Ye said in surprise. He had not heard of such a disease in his decades of medical practice.

In fact, Ye Yimu has heard of and seen various chemical diseases in the 24th century. For example, a baby grows old day by day without being tempered by time. His characteristics are obvious. When he is only a few years old, he looks like a gray old man. For example, someone suddenly starts to change his body when he is decades old and slowly becomes stiff until he completely becomes a stone stiffness...

These are called chemical diseases in medicine, not genetics, not poisoning, but special examples among hundreds of thousands of people.

"Well, for example, if the human body has body hair, it will slowly disappear within a few months as it evolves. But some people just happen to the opposite. Not only will it not disappear, but it will become more obvious as they get older. This phenomenon is abortion. It is not genetic, not natural, but just an exception. People with ice constitution are also special cases, and there is not one in hundreds of years. If there is really, they either return to their ancestors or have chemical diseases, but I prefer to return to their ancestors." Ye Yimu explained, and afterwards, he picked up the teacup and took a sip of water.

Here, things are natural and do not have pollution or chemistry. It is impossible to say that they are chemical diseases.

"Return to the ancestor?" Mr. Luo was even more confused now.

"Simply put, the ancestor of human beings is monkeys. If humans who are also monkeys appear in later generations, we can call them the phenomenon of attainment rebirth. If they have ice constitution but are not external reasons, then the ancestor of this person is probably an object that has something to do with ice." Ye Yimu said casually, and was shocked by his own thoughts after all.

How could she think of it? One day she could confirm her guess?

"Is there no cure?" Mr. Tong didn't know what Ye Yimu said very well, but he also thought it made sense.

"Yes." Ye Yimu suddenly spoke

"How to treat it?" Mr. Luo asked excitedly and heavy.

"Wait for death."

Ah? Ah?
Chapter completed!