The Little Medical Concubine of the God of War

Yun Ziyue was also stunned in the same place. Sure enough, a major change occurred in the capital. What happened to the brothers and the others? Are they okay? And Fang Ran, how is she?

Yun Ziyue feels that he is still too benevolent. He should have killed Mo Wenli once and for all, otherwise, how could he have the opportunity today.

It's just that things have happened now, and she can't take care of so much. Right now this man is the most worrying. Yun Ziyue is not afraid of Mo Jinyao going crazy, not afraid of him being irritable, but she is afraid that he will be quiet. The two people walked in tandem, and no one dared to bother them.

Although I don't know who this prince really is, he must be a person whom the prince trusts very much to get so close to the prince.

Just watching them disappear around the corner, Steward Feng sat down on the ground, not knowing what happened to the prince, or what would happen, after a long time, Ye Po finally rushed back. , Steward Feng looked at Ye Po and asked,

"Where is the princess?"

"The princess? Isn't the princess by the prince's side?" Ye Po came late and didn't know what had happened, so he only saw the people in the palace and a few secret guards with a look of disheveled face.

Steward Feng froze for a while, then said,

"That son?"

Ye Po nodded, and then said, "What happened?"

Steward Feng repeated what had just happened.

"Where is the prince?"

"Go, the princess will accompany..."

"..." This time Ye Po didn't speak anymore. If the princess didn't persuade the prince, it would be useless for them to go. He pulled up the steward Feng and said, "You take a rest first, I will stare at the prince ."

Steward Feng was helpless and didn't know what to do, so he could only follow Ye Po.

Backyard

Mo Jinyao's body shook, a wisp of blood spilled down the corner of his mouth and dripped onto the purple shirt. Mo Jinyao did not feel the same, and the blood on the corner of his mouth did not wipe, just walking forward like this. Blood constantly overflowed, dripping on the robe.

Yun Ziyue's pupils contracted for a while, and finally couldn't stand it anymore. She stepped forward and pulled his collar down and said coldly, "Mo Jinyao, are you going to behave like this? Does your emperor want you to be like this?"

The man blinked and looked at the woman in front of him. There was no reaction. The two of them looked at each other for a long time.

A drop of tears suddenly fell in Mo Jinyao's eyes, and the crystal clear and slightly hot teardrops fell on Yun Ziyue's skin, making Yun Ziyue's whole figure seem to be scalded, and her heart trembled.

"Mo Jinyao..." Yun Ziyue slightly loosened the hand holding his collar, took out a veil and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, but Mo Jinyao grabbed her hand abruptly.

With one pull, the next second, Yun Ziyue was hugged tightly by both hands, and the man's entire face was buried between her neck.

Yun Ziyue didn't speak or resist, just let him hold it, and gently patted his back with both hands.

She could feel the moisture on her neck, the tears of men.

They all say that men have tears and don't flick them lightly, but they don't know if the next sentence is just not sad. At this time, Mo Jinyao is like a trapped beast, even if it is strong, it is so fragile.

After a while, a dull voice came.

"Little girl, I...I don't have a brother anymore, I have no relatives anymore."

In a word, Yun Ziyue's heart was about to break, and a ray of red light flashed in his eyes, Mo Wenli, who gave you the courage to move my man's brother! For every drop of tears and blood that Mo Jinyao shed today, I want you to repay it a hundred times!

"Mo Jinyao...you are not alone, you still have me, you think, your emperor brother, he doesn't want you to be like this, right? Your emperor brother loves you so much, why would you be willing to abuse yourself like this?" Yunzi Yue tried to soften her tone.

"Brother Emperor... isn't he willing? Why did he leave? How could it..." Mo Jinyao's voice was still muffled.

Before he finished speaking, the whole person began to soften slowly. Yun Ziyue used her hands to avoid falling to the ground with him, "Mo Jinyao, wake up! Mo Jinyao!"

There was no response to how he called, helpless, Yun Ziyue could only laboriously get him into the room half-back and half-dragging.

After finally putting him on the bed, he didn't even have time to breathe. He put his hand on his pulse and frowned. His pulse was chaotic, and the depression accumulated in his heart, and the poison began to raging uncontrollably.

Yun Ziyue took out the silver needle and pierced the acupuncture points on his head without any softness. After a while, Mo Jinyao's head was stabbed into a hedgehog. Yun Ziyue received the silver needle and went to the kitchen to cook a pot. The colorful medicine made the cook in the kitchen sneeze.

Back in the room, Yun Ziyue dried the pot, put it in a small bag, and hung it on the head of Mo Jinyao's bed. It took two hours to boil the medicine, and it was already evening after such a tossing.

Yun Ziyue arrived at Steward Feng’s room, Steward Feng still looked just now, his eyes were red and swollen from crying, and the food in front of him did not move a bit.

He turned his head dullly when he heard the door opening, and saw a handsome young man, who realized that he was the princess.

Quickly got up and said, "Meet the princess."

"Get up quickly." Yun Ziyue quickly helped him up.

"The old slave is guilty, and the old slave dare not get up."

Yun Ziyue said helplessly, "It's all Mo Wenli that beast has caused trouble. You are a housekeeper, how can you blame you? Get up and talk."

After finally helping Feng steward up, Yun Ziyue said, "How are my three brothers and Miss Fang Jia?"

"The three elder brothers of the princess seem to have left a few days before the change in the capital. As for Miss Fang Jia... the old slave hurriedly fled from the capital and did not find out about Miss Fang Jia..."

Steward Feng was a little ashamed for no reason. The capital was in danger. As the steward of the Regent Palace, he should have dedicated his life to the country, but he said that it was good to keep a life to pass on the news to the prince and princess. , Is to escape.

Yun Ziyue knew what he was thinking, and knew he was uncomfortable. He comforted a few words. He was also listless. Mo Jinyao was unconscious. The three brothers didn’t know where they were, and Fang Ran didn’t know how. Can she be happy?

"The princess... how is the prince?"

Yun Ziyue shook his head and said, "The prince is still in a coma, but he will wake up tomorrow. I have helped him heal, so don't worry."

Butler Feng breathed a sigh of relief, and finally, with the princess, the prince could be considered safe and sound.

How much your Majesty loves the prince’s younger brother, how much the prince loves and cares about your majesty’s brother. Who can stand it if you are forced to die alive.