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352. Chapter 352 Mutation Twelve

And Long Qingyue guessed Nangong Mo's thoughts, so he entered the palace as a second-grade medical king. Because with this legitimate identity, Nangong Mo could not find any way to stop him.

The palaces, towers, carved beams and painted buildings are still as glorious as ever, but I don’t know who will rule the ups and downs of this river and mountains?

Go up the marble staircase, which is as white as jade.

A bright red dress was flying in the wind, luxurious and gorgeous, as bright as blood and fire. I saw Shen Ce standing with his hands behind his back, standing on the high stone steps, looking down at the splendid palace, with an evil look on his face. Show an expression.

Long Qingyue paused, looked at Shen Ce who was standing above him, and continued to follow the guards towards Nangong Shiwen's bedroom in front.

"Miss Long, sometimes it's better not to wade in muddy water." Just as he was about to pass by, Shen Ce's voice sounded in the air.

Long Qingyue paused, turned around and smiled, her eyes clear and innocent, "I wonder what Mr. Shen meant by saying this?"

Shen Ce's face was full of pride and evil, especially his peach blossom-like eyes, which were as deep as a pool, "I heard that Miss Long has great medical skills, and I hope you can save the emperor's life. I'm really grateful but disrespectful. "

Long Qingyue narrowed her eyes lightly, her face still showed an elegant and calm attitude, and said with a slight smile: "Don't worry, Prime Minister Shen, I will definitely not let you down."

Anyone with a discerning eye can hear the gun-and-stick attack in this conversation.

Although he and Shen Ce only met Liao Liao a few times, and they never spoke more than ten sentences each time they met, it gave Long Qingyue a vague feeling of danger.

This man's city is too deep.

Looking at the figure walking away with the guard, Shen Ce's eyes flashed, and he patted his palms lightly. Immediately, a commander in armor walked up to him, lowered his head and called softly: "Master."

"Prepare."

With these two faint words, the man's eyes lit up and he immediately turned around and left.

The guard who led him retreated before reaching the bedroom. Long Qingyue pushed the door open and entered. The bedroom was dark.

It's only midsummer now, but the inside of the palace gives people a cold and cold feeling.

Lying on the golden dragon couch in front was a thin figure, dying. If it weren't for the occasional rise and fall of his chest, Long Qingyue would have almost mistaken him for a dead person.

Walking to the dragon bed, he looked down and saw that Nangong Shiwen's complexion was pale and yellow, his eyes were closed tightly, and there was a dense aura of death between his eyebrows, which was obviously a sign of death.

Long Qingyue's heart trembled, she was so ill that her medicine was in vain.

There was not a single maid waiting in the palace, let alone the attentive care of the imperial doctor. Even Nangong Shiwen's personal eunuch did not know where he had gone. The only person guarding the bedside was Nangong Shiwen's military advisor Ye Xiaosheng. The second prince's move was really cruel. This clearly pushed Nangong Shiwen towards death. His illness was originally an ordinary cold, but without timely treatment, it had accumulated into tuberculosis.

When Ye Xiaosheng saw Long Qingyue, he couldn't help but be startled. He obviously didn't expect that the person coming at this time was actually Long Qingyue.

Nangong Shiwen seemed to feel someone coming, and coughed intermittently, "You... you... unfilial son... want to see me... dead or not... I... I tell you... I will never The throne of the emperor is passed on to you...your..."

"Your Majesty, I am Long Qingyue, and I have been ordered to come to treat you." Long Qingyue said.

The girl's clear and elegant voice sounded above her head. Nangong Shiwen opened his eyes with difficulty and saw Long Qingyue standing in front of the bed. He coughed a few times and said feebly: "No, look... I can't do it anymore... It's a pity that I couldn't personally punish that... unfilial son..."

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