Zizhu boiled the medicine, brought it into the room, fed Feng Canglun and drank it.
In the past, Feng Canglun would not have taken such smelly and bitter medicine, but now in order to get better quickly, she gritted her teeth and drank the warm medicine in one breath.
"Prince, you'd better rest. Maybe they will bring good news tonight." Zizhu said lightly, put the medicine bowl aside, poured a glass of water and brought it to Feng Canglun's lips.
Feng Canglun stretched out his pale fingers, which were thin and long, held the glass of wine and took a sip.
I don't know why, Zizhu said this sentence many times, but this time, Feng Canglun's spirit suddenly improved.[
The heartbeat was extremely violent.
He got up and looked at the snowflakes outside the window. Even the ice was condensed on the window. The night in the capital was very quiet, so quiet that only Feng Canglun's heartbeat remained.
"How many days have they been gone?"
"It has been five days since I returned to the prince. However, a man sneaked into Yuntao Palace, which is where Fan Shui lives. Fan Shui's Yuntao Palace must also be tracking the whereabouts of the princess. If Fan Shui leaves Yuntao, then
It means..."
Zizhu said in a low voice, and Feng Canglun's eyes lit up. "Yuntao Palace, he had asked Yuntao Palace to find Qianxun's whereabouts before, but unexpectedly, he was rejected."
Fan Shui must be the one who rejected him.
"That's good. Fan Shui will not let Xun'er go, this evil demon!" Feng Canglun cursed bitterly. For six months, he had been looking for Qian Xun while following the bloodthirsty killer around him.
Learn spiritual arts.
In addition, he was extremely talented, and although he had a bit of a bad temper, he has now restrained himself a lot. He was greatly appreciated by the killers, and he actually learned a lot of powerful spiritual skills.
He gave up his identity just to become stronger.
In this way, you can protect the people you love.
Zizhu didn't say anything. The waiter brought dinner. Feng Canglun was quite energetic and could get out of bed to have dinner.
After all, he is a person who knows spiritual arts. He has been lying in bed for three days now and his high fever has reached its final stage.
After dinner, the killers still didn't come back.
Zizhu retreated, and Feng Canglun sat quietly on the bed, with the thick quilt exuding a refreshing fragrance.