After listening for a while, An Xuetang frowned and his doubts became even more serious.

I took Feng Ming's pulse and there was no problem with his pulse. Now I can't hear any problems with my stethoscope, but he really has problems!

What went wrong!

Seeing An Xuetang frowning, Mo Yunjing frowned unconsciously. When An Xuetang put away the stethoscope, he placed his warm palm on her shoulder, "How?"

An Xuetang pursed her lips and shook her head slightly, "Just the same as the results of my examination yesterday, I didn't find any problems with my brother's health."

Mo Yunjing's deep dark eyes narrowed undetectedly.

He knew that Feng Ming had a physical problem, but what kind of strange disease could hide so deeply?

Can't even diagnose his Tangtang?

Mo Yunjing looked at Feng Ming on the bed thoughtfully, then reached out to tidy up his clothes.

"Since you haven't diagnosed what disease Feng Ming has, maybe he has no health problems?"

"Impossible, there must be something wrong with my brother's health."

Mo Yunjing narrowed his eyes slightly, "Tangtang, why are you so sure?"

"I……"

An Xuetang almost subconsciously said that she heard Fu'er and Ning'er say with her own ears, but then she thought that she heard it in a special way. If Mo Yunjing continued to ask questions after she said it, she could not answer.

Then I suddenly sighed, "I still believe in my judgment. There must be something wrong with my brother's body, but I need time to explore it clearly."

Moreover, she had a premonition that Feng Ming's physical problem must be not a minor problem, otherwise he would not dare not let her know that he tried every means to hide it from her, which means that his disease was not a small problem.

An Xuetang really didn't find out Feng Ming's physical problems. It was not too early now, so she had to prepare to go back to the room with Mo Yunjing.

When the two came out of Fengming's room, Fu'er, Ning'er and Xunluo were waiting at the door. Xunluo didn't know about Fengming's physical problems. Fu'er and Ning'er looked at An Xuetang nervously.

An Xuetang's expression was a little lonely. He knew what the two were caring about. He shook his head slightly at the two, "Let's talk about it tomorrow."

Xunluo looked at this and then that, his eyes were very confused. He came back from Qingyun Pavilion with Feng Ming. After entering the mansion, he just went to the kitchen to find some food, but when he came back, Fu'er and Ning'er stopped him in the yard and did not let him in to disturb Feng Ming and Mo Yunjing An Xuetang.

Now look at An Xuetang's solemn expression, he blinked, "Princess, is there something wrong with the Valley Master?"

Before An Xuetang could speak, Fu'er glanced at him and said, "Don't ask if you shouldn't."

“…”

What should I not ask about this?

However, Fu'er scolded him, but he really didn't ask.

Fu'er bowed to Mo Yunjing and An Xuetang, "Prince, Princess, I'll leave it here to me and Xunluo. It's getting late, so you go back to your room to rest first."

An Xuetang nodded slightly, "Okay."

Feng Ming was still in a coma, so it would be better to let Xunluo and Fu'er stay for a while.

Mo Yunjing took An Xuetang away, and Ning'er also left not far behind them.

Until Mo Yunjing and An Xuetang were unable to see the figures, Xunluo scratched his head again, and looked at Fu'er with blank eyes, "Fu'er, has something happened to the Valley Master?"

"No, don't ask, aren't you hungry? I'm here to stay, you can have a meal first."

Fu'er stood in front of the door with a expressionless face. She didn't want to say anything. Xunluo knew that asking again was just a waste of time. Now she turned around and went back to her room and ate something.

He and Feng Ming were in Qingyun Pavilion for several hours. Because the owner of Qingyun Pavilion was unconscious, the people in Qingyun Pavilion had no intention of eating, so he naturally had no nerve to ask for food.

After being hungry for a few hours, he couldn't stand it anymore if he didn't eat anymore.

After Xunluo left, Fu'er's thoughtful eyes glanced at Feng Ming's door, feeling a little uncomfortable.

They knew that Feng Ming had a physical problem, but they just couldn't do anything to him. This feeling of powerlessness was really bad!

Sometimes she wanted to let herself feel for him. If possible, she would rather be sick than him.

...

On the other side, Mo Yunjing and An Xuetang had just stepped into their yard, and they became alert in an instant because they smelled the smell of blood.

Shou'er and Kang'er, who were supposed to be in the yard, were nowhere to be seen at this time, and An Xuetang and Mo Yunjing looked at each other.

An Xuetang narrowed her eyes slightly. She listened to the movements around her. Is there no one?

Or are those people hiding deeply? She couldn't hear any storm?

At this moment, some noise came from the kitchen. An Xuetang raised her foot and rushed over, and Mo Yunjing followed her closely.

There was a pool of blood on the floor of the kitchen, and I don’t know whose blood it was.

Ning'er, who was following Mo Yunjing and An Xuetang, also noticed something. Just as she was about to say something, a fight came from the next yard.

Her face changed, but she knew that her duty was to protect An Xuetang, so she did not lose her mind and ran back to the next yard, but rushed to the kitchen door. Before she could speak, An Xuetang had already ordered her:

"Ning'er, go back to help Fu'er and Xunluo. Brother is in a coma now, and you will definitely protect him."

Ning'er looked at Mo Yunjing and knew that with him, An Xuetang shouldn't have any trouble. After answering the yes behind her, she quickly flew back to the next yard.

Mo Yunjing didn't say anything throughout the whole process. His deep eyes looked at An Xuetang in an unknown way, and his doubts were even more serious.

In fact, he had discovered something. Tangtang's hearing seemed extraordinary. He thought he had a good hearing, but he had not heard the movement in the next yard just now. Tangtang had already confirmed that there was a fighting sound in the next yard.

An Xuetang didn't know what Mo Yunjing had at this moment. She looked at the open window, "A Jing, have they left here? Shou'er, Kang'er, and Eleven, they may have chased after him."

Mo Yunjing glanced at the window and the seal on the window, "Yes."

"A Jing, hurry up, take me to chase you."

"No need, wait for them to come back."

An Xuetang looked at the blood on the ground and was a little worried, "What if the injured person is Shouer Kanger or Eleven?"

"It's not them."

Mo Yunjing led An Xuetang out of the kitchen, and his face was calm, "This is the royal palace. If Eleven noticed that he could not defeat him, he would not be so stupid that he fought alone. Here, he only needed to shout a few times, and the Yun family army would appear at any time."
Chapter completed!