Seeing this old woman doing calculations here, Chu Wuyou suppressed the ridicule in his heart and just let her do the calculations first.
As soon as he heard what she just said, he knew Changle was still alive.
If something happened to Chang Le, she would definitely not have that expression and would definitely say that Chang Le's consent was not required.
But she compromised and agreed to find Changle, explaining that nothing happened to Changle, so he felt relieved.
After Lian Yu finished speaking, he looked at Feng Cang who was sleeping sadly, and then walked out with Lian Xian.
It's just that Lianxian's expression has always been calm. She is a little disgusted with Lianyu's words and things, but this is the saint's intention, and she can't say anything.
At this time, Chu Wuyou was sitting quietly on another stone platform, with a red tassel randomly tied on his dark hair, and the jade crown on his head shining with bright golden light.
He raised his slender eyelashes slightly, closed his hands, and began to use his mental power to heal himself. He didn't know exactly what the injury was. He had to find out the cause first before he could prescribe the right medicine.
Or maybe this is the price he paid for losing his life for ten years. Now that Feng Fei is not here, he wants to ask but can't.
At this time, Feng Cang on the stone platform had already woken up slowly, rubbing her eyes. Her face had already returned to normal, and her eyes were moving up and down.
"Ah! My head hurts so much!"
As soon as Feng Cang finished speaking, Lian Yu who was guarding outside quickly walked in. As soon as she came in, she quickly wiped Feng Cang's face with a handkerchief and brought a bowl of sobering soup.
"Holy girl, you were drunk just now. Come, have a bowl of soup to sober up. Don't worry, His Highness has never left you for a moment. He has always been there to watch over you. He really cares about you."
Lianyu never blushes when he lies, and is so thick-skinned that the world is shocked.
Feng Cang lowered his eyes in pain, rubbed his temples, and after drinking the hangover soup, he looked at Chu Wuyou faintly, his eyes full of deep affection.
"Wuyou, are you feeling better?" After Feng Cang finished speaking, he jumped off the stone platform, his body swaying like a sequelae of drunkenness.
Chu Wuyou glanced at her coldly, pretending to be genuine.
"Better!" Chu Wuyou said calmly, but found that his body began to feel cold, and a coldness rose from the bottom of his heart.
By this time he already knew that he was going to get sick again, just like before.
He forced his eyebrows to close and tried to pump spiritual power into his body.
Feng Cang became anxious when she saw Chu Wuyou's look. She quickly touched his forehead, only to find that it was as cold as ice and snow.
She quickly retracted her hand, her eyes widened, and she stared at Chu Wuyou in disbelief, "Wouyou, why is your body so cold? Just like my father back then, he also suffered from this disease.
, almost died."
She recalled that when her father became cold, he almost froze into a piece of ice. Fortunately, her mother helped him find a prescription and he was cured of the disease.
According to my father, this disease is called cold dimple syndrome. It is a rare disease. After you get the disease, you will get sick from time to time and your body will become cold.
If someone who couldn't bear it froze to death like that, she didn't know what the prescription was. She only knew that her mother brought back a beautiful woman from outside, and her father's illness was cured.
Chu Wuyou ignored Feng Cang, but gently closed his eyebrows and eyes, and fell limply on the stone platform.
"Worrowless! What you have must be cold discoloration. My father can cure it. He also suffered from this disease at the beginning and was cured later. Just wait, I will send someone to ask my father for a prescription."
After Feng Cang finished speaking, he quickly went out and gave instructions to Lianxian for a while, and Lianxian quickly went to find other guards.