Ru Yue Shu Yun Feng Wen Wan

It was hard to describe. The man under him widened his eyes in disbelief. Before he could make a sound, He Ru knocked him out and quickly left.

Only when he reached a safe area did he put his hand on his chest to calm his pounding heart.

It really is...

burst.

But it seems that changing the gender is not a problem. Okay, accept it. As long as I can wait for her, it's fine. If I can't, it's fine too.

Let go of this matter and feel relieved.

……

The next day, news came out that Prince Li had regained consciousness, and life seemed to return to normal.

Quiet and peaceful.

The two countries are fighting with tacit understanding.

Most people believed that Xiqing had suffered a bitter defeat and was too cowardly to fight again.

Strangely enough, Prince Li also thought so.

Only Bo Qiu and Chu Wu seemed extremely worried about this situation, and even became less respectful to King Li than before. Someone in the know reported:

The two often talked about King Li behind his back and expressed their dissatisfaction with him.

People often come in and out of the palace.

Not long after, people began to leave the city and head north, saying that they were worried about the current war in the south.

Including the people of Yangcheng.

When Bo Qiu realized something was wrong, he immediately ordered the blockade of Yangcheng and no one was allowed to enter or leave.

The city was originally taken from another country, so they were naturally dissatisfied with Dongyuan. Bo Qiu's order aroused public indignation.

He Ru and his companions, the "rotten apple" hiding in the city, sensed something was wrong. After all, Bo Qiu should not be such an incompetent person. How could he act so rudely?

Several people stayed at home, not daring to move, thinking that they were planning some big move.

Eighteen days later, Su Wanmo's procession arrived.

The morale of the Dongyuan soldiers was at an unprecedented high, and they were eager to pick up their swords and attack the city immediately.

……

In the dead of night.

The three of them knelt at Su Wanmo's feet.

Bo Qiu: "Your Majesty, please forgive me."

Su Wanmo didn't understand: "Let's talk about it after we get up."

The three of them didn't dare to move at all.

"Dawn, you say."

Prince Li's body was trembling: "Your Majesty, I am not Prince Li."

Su Wanmo: What nonsense are you talking about? Aren’t you standing here peacefully?

"dawn?"

Several people took Su Wanmo to the secret room.

Seeing the pale person lying on the bed, Su Wanmo frowned.

Anger radiated from within: "How dare you! How dare you! Why didn't you tell me that Prince Li was seriously injured?"

Bo Qiu: "We wrote letters to inform them, but they were intercepted every time and we couldn't find them, so we resorted to this desperate measure."

"Where's the doctor? You didn't find a doctor?"

Chu Wu: "I've looked for him, but to no avail. Doctor Zhuang is also helpless. Doctor Zhuang has already written to inform Old Doctor Zhuang, and he's on his way."

"He's already here, go find him."

Bo Qiu seemed to see hope, stood up suddenly and rushed out.

"Chu Wu, how long has he been like this?"

Chu Wu's eyes were filled with worry: "Twenty days."

Su Wanmo clenched his fists and said angrily, "Alright! You, you, what would you do if I didn't come?"

Bo Qiu's voice came from outside: "Hurry."

Chu Wu pulled "Prince Li" up, and Su Wanmo lowered the bed curtain.

When Old Doctor Zhuang saw Su Wanmo, he knelt down.

"No need to be polite, come and take a look!"

Old Doctor Zhuang took his thin hand out from under the bed curtain and concentrated his mind.

Silent for a long time.

No one dared to make a sound for fear of disturbing him.

"Your Majesty, a medical diagnosis requires observation, listening, questioning, and palpation. I wonder if this is convenient?"

Su Wanmo didn't hesitate.

"What conclusions can you draw from what you've seen so far?"

"I am not an expert in medicine. I can only conclude that he fell asleep."

This answer is even more unbelievable.

"You go down first."

Old Doctor Zhuang did not feel distrusted, but was glad instead. Sometimes knowing too much is not necessarily a good thing.

"Song Yue, come and see."

Song Yue withdrew his gaze from the face of "Prince Li".

But the answer she got was the same as that of Doctor Zhuang.

"Your Majesty, I need to see it."

Bo Qiu and Chu Wu were nervous, and Su Wanmo nodded in agreement.

Chu Wu lifted the bed curtain.

Song Yue:?

Turn around and look at the person standing behind you.

Not daring to say anything, I lifted his eyelids, pried open his mouth, and looked his head over thoroughly.

silent.

"How did you get hurt?"

……

It’s over. I started to question my medical skills.

After sending everyone away, Song Yue sat by the bed, nervously calling out the two words she had been holding back for a long time: "Shu Xiao, Shu Xiao, Shu Shu?"

No reaction at all.

For several days in a row, Song Yue called him like this every day and talked to him a lot.

On the fourth day, when they came in again, they did not see the figure lying on the bed.

Looking everywhere anxiously.

Su Wanmo sat on the bed, lost in thought, and everyone's eyes were filled with worry.

But he couldn't figure out who could sneak in here and take him away. He looked at everyone present with suspicion.

The darkroom door opened.

The skinny Su Ge stared at the people inside, then knelt calmly: "Greetings, my royal brother."

Su Wanmo called out uncertainly, "Dawn?"

"Yes."

Song Yue was curious, very curious. She took two quick steps to block their line of sight, and subconsciously reached out to touch his wrist.

Su Ge took a step back, her hand stopped in the air, then he pulled her hand over and wanted to continue taking her pulse.

My hand didn't touch it but was restrained by the backhand, and my wrist was pinched so hard that it hurt.

I opened my eyes wide and looked into his, but I didn't see any familiarity, only indifference and inquiry.

"How long are you going to watch?" He applied more force to his hands.

Song Yue wanted to break free: "Hiss, let go, it hurts."

Su Wanmo stood up and pulled Song Yue's hand back. The red mark on her fair wrist was very eye-catching.

He looked at Sugo disapprovingly.

"dawn."

Su Ge: "Brother, take care of your people."

Su Wanmo: "Dr. Song just wants to help you."

Su Ge said seriously: "You mean, she treated me while I was unconscious?"

Su Wanmo nodded.

Su Ge's eyes were filled with curiosity. "So what did Divine Doctor Song see?"

Song Yue couldn't get angry at this face.

"I didn't notice anything. I'm just curious how and when you woke up. Are you feeling unwell?"

His tone softened, "I was awake for about two quarters of an hour. I don't know how I woke up, but I didn't feel any discomfort."

Song Yue: That’s strange and unscientific. Could it be metaphysics?

Does it mean that Shushu might come one day?

As long as we ensure that this body is intact and in better health, we might be able to wait for it, right?

The look she gave him was softer, and it was as if she was looking through him at another person.

Su Ge felt a chill on his back when he saw this.

She made me unhappy, so I could naturally make her unhappy too: "Divine Doctor Song, am I good-looking? My royal brother accepts everyone."

Su Wanmo:?

Why did you call me?

But he still stepped forward and pulled Song Yue away: "Have a good rest at dawn, I will come again tomorrow."

How could Song Yue be irritated by him?

Like a curious baby: "How old is Li Wang?"

"twenty two."

"When is your birthday?"

Su Wanmo paused and said in a cold tone: "You ask too many questions."

Huh? Was it forbidden to let people know their birthdays in ancient times?

The next best thing: "What month was he born?"

"If you're so interested in him, why don't you ask him?"