Love in Xuancheng

Outside the tripod, Shen Xingyue is still alive and dead without any sign of waking up. Compared with the look before Feng moye left, it is much better now.

And the look of breaking moisture is not very good!

"Didn't liushang say that the princess didn't absorb spiritual power?" Duan Hui complained.

Mo sang looked at Duan Wen sympathetically and didn't know what to say. He could only silently contribute his precious pill collected over the years.

After Feng moye left, he delivered some pills left by Feng moye to Shen Xingyue on time for the first three days, and the situation was stable. But since the evening of the fourth day, the situation has deteriorated sharply, with more air out and less air in, which almost didn't scare them to death. Mo Sang was at a loss. In a hurry, he forgot Feng moye's repeated instructions, and raised his Qi to deliver spiritual power to Shen Xingyue. Mo sang stared straight, I just wanted to stop it, but I noticed that the princess's breath tended to be stable. I was busy exploring my pulse. Sure enough, it was gradually stable!

In the next few days, the moisture is cut off five or six times a day to transmit spiritual power. No matter how high the cultivation is, no matter how pure and thick the spiritual power is, it will be almost as good as not consuming it!

No one is more eager to see the wind than the broken moisture at this time! He wanted to ask Feng moye face-to-face. What exactly did this mean? Can't the heart be like this?

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At noon the next day, the jade tripod changed, and Feng moye appeared in the sleeping hall with a purple light. Duan moisture hurriedly got up to meet the past. After respectfully seeing the ceremony, he raised his eyes and looked at Feng moye. He opened his mouth a few times, but he couldn't say it. When he reached his mouth, he swallowed it again and said, "come back?"

Mo Sang was happy when he saw the appearance of breaking the moisture and eating it!

To say such silly words as "back". Broken old ghost, broken old ghost, you even have this time! You take credit! You said that you delivered spiritual power to the princess five or six times a day and persisted for seven or eight days! If that boy doesn't shoot you, people have warned that you must not send spiritual power to the princess. You just don't listen! No one knows better than you to break the old ghost.

"Did the princess wake up recently?" Feng moye looked fixedly at the direction of the inner bed and asked in a deep voice, turning a blind eye to Mo sang and Duan moisture.

Mo sang, who was burying his head in his stomach and breaking the moisture, raised his head when he heard the speech. He saw Feng moye holding the table with one hand and slowly sitting down. He seemed to be out of strength, as if he would faint the next moment.

With his character, he didn't see the princess for so many days. Shouldn't he rush to the bed for the first time to see it with his own eyes? He just asked? Also so calmly sat down, Mo sang could not help frowning and said, "no!". He hurried forward and pulled his wrist to feel his pulse.

The result of the exploration surprised Mo Sang's eyes and mouth. "It's completely stripped!" it's too evil! Is he still human? What was the power that kept him going?

"Help him to go in and have a rest!" Mo sang turned his face and said coldly to Luo Chen. According to his estimation, Feng moye would faint immediately!

The wind Mo Xie crossed his eyes and wanted to help his Luo Chen. Luo Chen understood and quietly hung his head to one side. Feng moye muttered in his heart: if he wasn't weak, he wouldn't sit down and talk nonsense with you. He must go to the inner room at the first time.

It's really worthy of being a master and servant. You can see it at a glance.

"Talking repeatedly in front of the princess's bed, he said that the king was dying!" Feng moye glanced at the four people standing beside him, looked at each other, and said displeased: "don't you understand?"

Mo sang is worthy of being the God of medicine. He understood it in a moment.

"Heart medicine! You know, don't worry, give it to me! Go and have a rest!"

Feng moye nodded slightly and motioned Luo Chen to help himself rest on the imperial concubine's couch.