Chapter 2225 Extremely Concerned

Chapter 646

"His Royal Highness has taken those medicines that hurt the body all the year round, and the foundation of the body has long since broken. Although he has recovered a little bit in the past few days, he has been working too hard during this period, and now the old disease has relapsed, and it can take as long as a year. At least it will take half a year to take care of them." Liu Zheng had already checked Yan Cenxuan's pulse, and now seeing Yan Bei's flowers blooming in the city, he told them about his illness one by one.

Mo Shanghua frowned suddenly.

With Emperor Baorong's current condition, he might not last half a month.

The emperor simply cannot hang in the air all year round.

"I'll go and have a look." Mo Shanghua squeezed her palm slightly, and walked towards the inner room.

Yan Cenxuan is still in a coma at the moment, with a gentle and handsome face, which is pale and almost dead at the moment, with a slight sweat on his forehead, and his brows are furrowed, as if he has fallen into a nightmare.

It is not allowed to wake up at will in a nightmare, Mo Shanghua thought for a while, and didn't bother, she directly pulled his wrist to feel his pulse.

The results of the repeated diagnoses were similar to what Liu Zheng said.

Yan Cenxuan's body, apart from the root cause of the disease since childhood, is the medicine that has been taken all year round to harm his body. The damage caused to his body is lifelong. If he doesn't do anything, he can recover with peace of mind and rest for two or three years.

It's just that he was born in the royal family, so he was destined to not live in peace.

"How?" Yan Beicheng's deep voice sounded behind Mo Shanghua.

Mo Shanghua pursed her red lips lightly, and remained silent.

Just about to take out the hand on Yan Cenxuan's wrist, get up and leave, but Yan Cenxuan closed his eyes tightly, and uttered very soft words from his pale lips, "Qianqian, Qianqian, you are back, Qianqian..."

Not to mention Mo Shanghua, even Yan Beicheng's complexion darkened instantly, he stepped forward forcefully and broke Yan Cenxuan's hand away, and withdrew his beloved wife's hand.

Unexpectedly, this action seemed to stimulate the drowsy Yan Cenxuan, he suddenly opened his eyes.

The first thing that caught his eyes was Mo Shanghua's beautiful and beautiful cheeks, and he murmured subconsciously, "Qianqian..."

Yan Beicheng directly pulled Mo Shanghua behind him, and faced Yan Cenxuan by himself, he said without smiling, "Could it be that the thirteenth brother is sleepy, how can he watch your sister-in-law talking nonsense?"

Yan Beicheng was extremely concerned about everything as long as it was about Moshanghua.

Yan Cenxuan seemed to be poured over his head by a basin of cold water, his limbs were completely cold, and there was a trace of sadness in his eyes, and the bright eyes returned to dead silence.

"I was confused, I'm sorry...Sister-in-Law." Yan Cenxuan forced an apologetic smile, and spoke softly with pale lips.

As soon as he said a few words, he coughed uncontrollably again.

A servant came forward and handed him a glass of warm water, and carefully lifted him up.

Yan Cenxuan took the warm water, but didn't drink it. His lips were dry and his voice was hoarse after a long period of lethargy, but he still pulled himself together, "I didn't mean to, I just fell into a nightmare just now, please don't be offended, brother." .”

As for the fact that he grabbed Mo Shanghua's hand in his sleep just now, he has no memory at all.

Yan Beicheng was still deeply impressed by the situation, a little dark in his eyes, and said coldly: "Even in sleep, you shouldn't touch other people's hands casually."

"What, what?" Yan Cenxuan was caught off guard by Yan Beicheng's words, his face full of bewilderment.

While speaking, he held his chest and coughed lightly again.