Chapter 1637 to the Bed
Chapter 58
Mo Shanghua looked up at the two of them, pondered for a while, and then answered in a low voice, "This Thirteenth Highness missed me so much earlier, first he brought the imperial doctor to see me, and then ordered someone to come to see me. Every time I deliver medicine, I treat each other sincerely, I just look at his frailty and feel pity for him."
Qin Lin and Qin Ya looked at each other silently again. They didn't have any doubts about what Mo Shanghua said, so they didn't want to ask more questions.
"You guys go down first, I'm tired." Mo Shanghua lowered her eyes, got up and walked towards the inner room beside her.
"yes."
When the two retreated, Mo Shanghua also entered the inner room, but she was lying on the couch and did not fall asleep for a long time.
...
into the night.
Mo Shanghua changed into casual clothes, escaped the patrolling guards, and the night guard servant girl, and sneaked into the east courtyard without making a sound.
This is Yan Cenxuan's temporary residence in the mansion.
Mo Shanghua scanned the room vigilantly before slowing down and walking quietly towards the person on the couch.
Her steps were light, and she landed on the ground without making a sound.
Therefore, there was no startled sound when it fell on the ground, and Yan Cenxuan on the bed didn't even notice it until he walked to the bed.
Mo Shanghua lifted up the veil carefully, glanced up and down Yan Cenxuan under the moonlight, and then fell on his slender wrists outside the brocade quilt.
She squatted down, put her hand lightly on Yan Cenxuan's wrist, and carefully felt the beating of the pulse under her hand.
The fingertips protruding between his wrists were slightly cold, Yan Cenxuan's breathing was slightly suffocated, his eyelashes trembled slightly, but he never opened his eyes.
Mo Shanghua's eyes kept falling on his veins, and he never let go.
Judging from this pulse condition, Yan Cenxuan should be suffering from symptoms since he was born less than a month old. In the past few days, he suffered from wind and cold again, which caused the perennial illness, that's why.
It's just that he was just sick for the past few days, and he didn't let Yan Beicheng send an imperial doctor here, presumably he was used to this disease, so that's why.
Speaking of it, he is also pitiful, he was born with such a disease.
Yan Beicheng stood by the veil at the corner of the room, holding back the breath around him, and quietly looked at Moshanghua in the room who was seriously taking Yan Cenxuan's pulse with his downcast eyes. A dark and treacherous feeling slowly surged in the deep black pupils. The color, and a very faint color of displeasure, the palm slowly tightened.
Suddenly, Yan Beicheng's tightly clenched palms loosened, and his heart trembled. Since when did he feel unhappy because of such things?
Thinking of this, Yan Beicheng's already treacherous eyes became more and more mysterious and unpredictable, with black layers surging.
Mo Shanghua in the room didn't notice, she looked down at Yan Cenxuan who was sleeping soundly with closed eyes, and sighed softly in her heart, she never thought that Yan Cenxuan opened her eyes when she took her hand away, and supported her body with both hands Sitting up, he looked at her extremely calmly, his eyes complicated and unspeakable.
Mo Shanghua was not surprised at all, she looked at him silently for a long time, her lips parted, but she didn't know what to say.
After pondering for a long time, she heard her speak in a very soft voice, "Your illness is not serious, and I have seen the prescription you took before, and there is nothing wrong with it, but if you want to get rid of the old illness earlier, I have to follow my prescription, I wonder if you would like it?"
Yan Cenxuan didn't speak, just stared at her with a pair of clear and gentle eyes, pursed lips, the expressions in his eyes were constantly changing, surprise, doubt, distress, all kinds of emotions were intertwined, becoming more and more complicated and unspeakable.