Nan Li was about to be pissed to death by Jun Zhan.

"Did you forget to hurt your scars? Oh, you didn't even heal your scars!"

"You're going to die outside, don't be when you come out of the Ghost Doctor Valley with me!"

"You are right. You shouldn't have gone out... Well." The cold statue suddenly spoke, his voice was very small, as if he was muttering to himself, and as if he was calmly sure of Nan Li's words, and finally nodded.

His voice was hoarse and he could hardly hear it.

Nan Li was stunned for a moment and felt incredible.

Meow Meow Meow?

Did this guy take the wrong medicine?

Something is wrong. It's serious.

Nan Li looked at Jun Zhan carefully, but in a trance, he saw the desolate quietness in Jun Zhan's eyes like ice and snow.

Quiet without any emotion.

Nan Li felt that he was fucking an old mother's heart. He looked at Jun Zhan who was walking forward mechanically in front of him, followed him and said, "Forget it, go back quickly. I'll show you... Don't die of illness, grass."

Jun Zhan's expression was cold.

In fact, Nan Li's words seemed to be far away from Jun Zhan, so far that they could hardly hear them clearly, and they could not hear them vaguely. The noisy sounds in his ears seemed to have nothing to do with him.

Only quiet.

Incredible quiet.

The next day,

early morning,

Above the morning court,

Ranbai solved several things lightly, his eyes fell on the empty position, and his voice was faint: "Where is Jun Zhan?"

The ministers looked at each other, and finally someone answered: "...Reply to Your Majesty. Prime Minister is sick, so..."

"Oh." Ranbai's face couldn't tell anything, and she raised her jaw slightly: "Continue, what else should I say?"

After the morning court,

Ranbai said to Feng Luo with a expressionless face: "If I locked him up, he wouldn't be sick now."

Seal: "..."

How do you ask me to answer this?

In the imperial study room,

Ran Bai's absent-minded treatment of the memorial, her eyes were a little empty. She stared at the light blue porcelain bottle placed on the desk and sighed slightly.

"Let the imperial kitchen prepare some medicinal food." Ran Bai responded calmly at the eunuch without raising his head, lowering his eyebrows and looking at the eunuch, "Oh."

"Host, prepare for the official captain?" Feng Luo laughed.

"No." Ranbai rejected it without thinking.

Finally, Feng Luo looked at the direction where Ranbai left the palace.

Seal:?

One or two are both verbally disliked integrity?

Outside the Prime Minister's Mansion,

Ranbai's fingertips slightly rubbed the medicine box containing the medicinal food, his eyes were dark, and he stared at the medicinal food and didn't know what he was thinking.

Feng Luo felt a chill when he saw Ranbai's gaze.

Something is not right...

In this medicinal meal...

Lying. Groove.

"Your Majesty, please wait, someone has already come in and informed me." The guard said in a humble and arrogant manner.

"Um."

In the attic,

"Jun Xiaozhan, come on, I'll interview you. How does it feel to be in a coma for a day and a night?" Nan Li said in a humble voice.

"Get out." The man was too lazy to lift his eyes, leaning there lazy and tiredly, raising his eyes.

Nanli: "...Tsk tsk, I was trying to die and ran out on a heavy rainy day. It's your physique. Haha, I'm glad you didn't die. Do you know how scary you had a high fever yesterday?"

Nan Li was upset for a moment last night and really thought Jun Zhan would be burned to death.

But it's a big fate.

"Master, Young Master Nan." The guard knelt on the ground and whispered: "The Empress is here. Now outside the Prime Minister's Mansion."

Jun Zhan's fingers hanging beside him suddenly froze. He narrowed his eyes, lazy and hoarse, "What are she going to do?"

"Say yes... I'll give my master a medicinal meal."
Chapter completed!