Tuoyu pointed to the gold box in Fengchun's hand. He meant that the little guards could only come in and look at the box but not dare to touch it.
Fengchun suddenly realized that this was also the case. If he took the box away with him, he would definitely be discovered tomorrow.
He put the box away again, and then walked out with Tuoyu.
The guards who were lured away by Nangong Xi still did not come back. They returned to the palace smoothly, but Nangong Xi had been waiting for them in the palace early in the morning.
"Ah... Fengchun, your hair..." [
When Nangong Xi saw Fengchun, he also screamed.
What happened?
Fengchun strangely put down the box and the decree, "You guys are so careful, I don't have enough spiritual power now... It's best not to let the imperial doctor see Tuoyu's injury. Nangong Xi, you go out of the palace secretly to find some medicine."
"
Let the imperial doctor look at the hand injury. If Murong Chenzhe finds out about it, he will definitely put suspicion on them.
"No need, there is medicine in my palace." As soon as Tuoyu came back, he lay down on the couch. Nangong Xi followed his instructions to find the medicine, and Fengchun had already gone out.
"I didn't expect that his spiritual power has completely disappeared...I'm afraid..."
Nangong Xi showed a solemn expression for the first time.
"In order to obtain this will, he made such a big sacrifice, but... when the princess comes back, maybe there is something we can do?"
Tuoyu frowned and said, Nangong Xi said no more and asked his people to bring a plate of hot water. He washed Tuoyu's hand and gently applied the potion on it.
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I returned to Shengxun Hall in Fengchun, walked into Qianxun's inner hall, looked at the bronze mirror, and was shocked. I looked at myself inside silently, and there was no movement anymore.
Although his hanging black hair has not turned white, the strands of Chinese hair that are tied up quietly appear. Although they are not as white as Xia Zhi's, they are...
It's also very eye-catching.
And his face was pale, like a small white flower that had been battered by a violent storm.
Fengchun stumbled back to his side pavilion. Qiuye had been sent to the pavilions of other maids, lying on the bed, and fell asleep.
He is too tired.
For her, he can do anything and give anything, but in the future, with his broken body, what else can he give her?