【Execution】Order of Folding Flowers

With Murong Li's illness, he didn't go out for a few days, even the soup and medicine were handed over by Fang Ye and watched him finish it.

"Ali...do you have any news?"

Fang Ye watched as Murongli frowned and drank the bowl of bitter juice, as if poison had penetrated his intestines, wishing to kill him.

"I have found out the whereabouts of the second young master, so Xiao Ran went to find him in person."

Murongli nodded, and said: "I've handed over to Geng Chen to take care of Xisu, if there is any movement, I can ask Xiao Ran to go directly to him for business."

"Young master, why didn't you let Xiao Ran secretly escort the second young master back to Tianquan?" Fang Ye was puzzled.

Although he was a hostage, Murong Lifang was hijacked when he arrived in the territory of Xunsu. King Xunsu suppressed this matter and has not notified Tianquan so far. What is his intention?

"The time has not come."

Murong Li shook his head, lowered his eyes and said, "I finally took this opportunity to send him away. A Li can't come back until His Highness takes the throne..."

The main thing in the old country is a crown prince who can ascend to the throne. With Ali, Zhiming has weaknesses.I am afraid that only by getting rid of Ali, can the lord of the country leave the Murong Mansion with peace of mind...

Saying this, Murongli coughed lightly again, it wasn't serious at first, but gradually the coughing became unbearable, so he had to lean on the table to calm himself down.

"My lord!" Fang Ye quickly went to help him, "Why are you torturing yourself like this?"

Staying up like this day and night, even ordinary people can't stand it, not to mention that he is no match for others.

Murong Li waved his hand, signaling him to back down.

"..."

Fang Ye sighed, took out a small porcelain bottle from his pocket and put it in his hand, "...a fellow mother, there is no need for you to bear all this for him..."

Murong Li raised his head to look at him when he heard this, and said with a light smile, "I've already looked like this, I hope he can live better."

He still acts as his carefree angry horse Xianyilang, and Murongli will do the dirty things by himself.

Seeing Fang Ye's blank face, Murong Li smiled and shook his head.

"Why am I telling you this? Go down, I'm tired, I want to take a rest..."

Most likely due to overwork in recent days, Murongli soon fell into a drowsy sleep.

In the huge palace, apart from the sound of steady breathing, there was only silence in the end.Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps, which seemed a little anxious, coming from far and near——

"Murongli."

Zhi Ming pushed the door open and entered, breaking the silence instantly, but this sound did not wake up Mu Rongli.

This morning, Mo Lan sent word that he found Murongli's person in Xunsu, after two rounds of fighting, none of the three parties benefited.

What is he calculating?

Zhi Ming stepped forward quickly, intending to question him.

As soon as the curtain was lifted, he saw Murongli sleeping peacefully wrapped in the brocade quilt, his long hair like a waterfall was exposed outside the quilt along his fair neck, randomly scattered on the side of the pillow.

Like a child afraid of getting hurt, Murongli wrapped himself tightly in the brocade quilt, fell asleep on his side on the bed, and took long breaths.

Zhi Ming frowned slightly, all the questions that were about to come out were stuck in his throat.

Murongli, who had taken off all his defenses, made people feel docile and well-behaved for a moment.The same eyebrows and eyes gradually overlapped with the figure in his mind, and Zhi Ming unexpectedly reached out his hand, wanting to brush the broken hair on his forehead.

wrong!

This person is Murongli!

Zhi Ming felt that he was crazy, so why was he being soft-hearted to this person?Could it be because of this face that is exactly the same as Ali?

"……temple……"

Suddenly, Murong Li began to talk in his sleep, murmuring what he had dreamed of, unconsciously clenched the corner of the quilt with his fingers.

"What is this dream?"

Zhi Ming frowned, and looked intently, Murong Li's face was flushed but his lips were extremely pale.

Reaching out to try his forehead, it was really hot.

"Chuan Yi Cheng—"

On the second night of the night, Zhiming issued a verbal order, and the entire imperial medical department was in chaos.When Xiaopang rushed over with a group of doctors, he grabbed Zhiming and groped up and down, and asked, "Your Highness, what's wrong with you?"

Zhi Ming looked at the sleeping person on the bed, frowned slightly, turned around and asked: "Why, he has been ill for so long, none of you know?"

"This..." Everyone kneeled down on the ground, and they all looked at me and I looked at you.

Murong Li was weak, a mild typhoid fever was not a big deal at all, but all the doctors didn't take it seriously, they sent a small official over to prescribe a couple of prescriptions at random, and they didn't ask any more questions.

What's more, it is rumored that His Highness doesn't like this Zhengjun?

Zhi Ming glanced at the few people, and sneered: "If I want his life, I will just reward him with a glass of poisoned wine."

"But..." Zhi Ming said in a low voice, his eyes swept over everyone's eyes, and there was gloom.

"Which one of you has the guts to treat him lightly?"