After a while, Dr. Zhang stood up solemnly, Lan Yi hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "How?"

"This young man was first infected with poisoned substances in the city, and then suffered internal injuries. As long as he took the medicine, he would have no worries about his life. He just needed to take good care of himself and take good care of his internal injuries."

Dr. Zhang looked at Xuan Yi wearing black clothes, but his aura was not as good as an ordinary person, so he called him Young Master.

Seeing that Doctor Zhang said he was just poisoned like the people in the city, Lan Yi felt relieved and thanked him: "Doctor Zhang is here to do it."

"Not hindrance! Even if the princess' orders I should do my best, this is a pair of antidotes I prepared before going out. As for the others who took me back to the city to prescribe good prescriptions and get the medicine, please send it to Guard Lan!"

The doctor Zhang waved his hand, took out a packaged medicinal material from the medicine box and handed it to Lan Yi, and then said again.

After Lan Yi put the medicine bag, Dr. Zhang knew that the two might have to say something, so he tactfully stepped out.

"Is there anything that can be used to make medicine?" Lan Yi asked Xuan.

But Xuan Yi was just pale and looked at him without saying anything with a smile on his face.

When Lan Yi saw this, he didn't ask more questions and just looked for it in the dilapidated temple.

After searching for a while, I found a pottery that was still useful. I poured all the medicinal materials into it.

Then he made some water somewhere and took out the fire and set up the fire to boil the pot of medicine.

"How did you make yourself such a virtue?" Lan Yi muttered angrily, but didn't say much, just a look of displeasure on his face.

It was not the anxious and caring look he had just entered the door, but that was it, Xuan Yi's face was still smiling.

Brothers are brothers after all, no matter how much they complain, they do everything they do for him.

"You said, why did you do that in the past? Now that you are like this, I really don't know what it means?"

Lan Yi looked at his smiling face and felt more and more irritated.

Since I chose to betray me, what are you doing now when I come back? I still make myself so half-dead, which is just a worry.

Listening to Lan Yi mentioning the beginning, Xuan Yi's expression flashed for a moment, but then he returned to his faint smile.

Lan Yi was speechless and said slowly: "Remember to drink the medicine after it is boiled. I will go back first. I will ask someone to send other medicines. Take care of yourself."

After saying that, Lan Yi was about to lift his foot out of the ruined temple, but when he arrived at the door, he said again: "The princess said that you will go to see her after you have healed your injury!"

Only after this sentence was said did it completely disappear at the entrance of the ruined temple.

Listening to Lan Yi's last words, Xuan Yi's expression became more complicated, the princess...

It was not until the medicine soup in the clay pot was prescribed and the medicine juice splashed out of the clay pot, making a stinging sound that Xuan Yi took back his thoughts.

...

After Hongluan came back from the street parade that day, the scars on her body became even worse. She was unconscious most of the time.

But when I listened carefully, I kept saying some names in her mouth, including spring breeze, Baili Mochen, and the dead Prince Muhan.

It seemed that they had a grudge with her, and almost all of them appeared in her unconscious mouth.

However, with the order from the prince, she must return to the capital alive, and the prison guards in the prison tried their best to ensure her last breath.

I sent a doctor to always pull her when she had her last breath and prevented her from dying.

God knows that Hongluan is in a bad mood now, as good as death.

The scars on her body were so painful that they were so painful. The ugly scenes that appeared when she was in a daze and was unconscious were almost tortured her crazy.

The humiliation, torture, and various scenes that were overwhelmed by the past appeared in her mind like a movie.

When she woke up, she found herself in prison. The pain in her body no longer reminded her of everything she would face next.

She almost didn't dare to think about what Baili Mochen would do to her, and it would be great if she really killed her with one knife.

But as she looks like now, I am afraid that she will suffer in the future. Thinking about the methods she tasted when she was being tried a few days ago, she was in awe of creepy.

After thinking about it, I felt that my body hurt even more, and I felt palpitations and fainted again.

The doctor who had been guarding the cell began to rescue him. In short, the prince said that this person just couldn't let her die so happily.

Life in the cell is just like this, and Hongluan has long been desperate.

Chunfeng was raising a fetus in the mansion, waiting for Baili Mochen to handle all the follow-up matters, and then comforted the people of several cities.

The group finally set off for Beijing.

When the prince went out, he always sat in the carriage specially used by King Yao. Not to mention the gorgeousness and dignity, the most important thing was comfort, which was to comfort the already strong spring breeze.

If it weren't for such a comfortable carriage, Chunfeng would be exhausted after returning along the way.

In contrast, the prison car Hongluan rides seems particularly difficult.

The prison cart is made of heavy wood as thick as a bowl, with shackles and handcuffs inside, and a plywood around its neck.

Originally, it was OK to sit in this kind of prison car, but Baili Mochen asked someone to put the plywood above the prison car. Hongluan could only stand like this along the way, without even a chance to sit.

Under such a scorching sun, even the doctor in charge of treating Hongluan felt that Hongluan would not be able to reach the capital as such.

But Baili Mochen knew in his heart that Hongluan, who had such a good martial arts foundation, would naturally not die so soon.

After walking for a long time, Chunfeng felt a little stiff when sitting.

So the carriage stopped under the shade of a huge tree, thinking of getting off the car and moving its muscles and bones to relieve the feeling of always vomiting.

Baili Mochen personally helped Chunfeng get off the carriage, lay soft cushions on a stone slab, sat down with Chunfeng, and began to peel fruits for Chunfeng in his hand.

That way, I didn't even spoil the guards on the other side. Even though they had seen a lot in the past few days, they still couldn't help but secretly talk in their hearts.

"Come on, eat this!" Baili Mochen raised a peeled fruit in his hand and handed it to Chunfeng, saying with a look of doting and joy.

"Well, this taste is pretty good, it's quite good for my appetite these days." Chunfeng opened his mouth and took it, and after biting it, he commented casually.

"Okay, you like to eat. I'll ask people to send more fresh homes tomorrow and save them with ice so that you can eat them every day."
Chapter completed!