Chapter 2225

"Your Highness took the medicine that hurt his health all the year round in the early years, and his health has been damaged. Although he was brought back to health some days ago, he was too tired these days, and now his old disease has recurred. It can take more than one year or less than half a year to recover." Liu Zheng had already had a pulse for Yan cenxuan. At the moment, he saw flowers coming from the street of Yan Beicheng. He told them about his illness one by one.

The eyebrows on the street suddenly twisted.

Yibao Rongdi's condition now, I'm afraid it won't last for half a month.

The emperor can't hang in the air all the year round.

"I'll see." Mo Shanghua pinched the palm of her hand and walked towards the inner room.

Yan cenxuan is still in a coma at the moment. He has a pretty face that is as warm as jade. At the moment, he is pale and almost dead. His forehead is sweating slightly and his brow is frowning. He seems to be in a nightmare.

You can't wake up at will in the nightmare. The flower on the street thinks about it a little. Without much attention, she directly pulls his wrist to feel his pulse.

Repeated diagnosis of several times, and Liu Zheng said the results are almost the same.

Yan cenxuan's body, in addition to the root cause of the disease, is the perennial use of adverse drugs in the body, the damage caused by the body is lifelong, if you do nothing, just rest for two or three years, maybe you can recover.

However, he was born in the Royal identity, he is doomed to live in peace.

"How?" Yan Beicheng's low voice sounded behind the flowers on the street.

Flowers on the road, lips light pursed, silent.

As he was about to pull out his hand between Yan cenxuan's wrists and get up to leave, Yan cenxuan closed his eyes tightly, and his pale lips spat out very light words, "Qianqian, Qianqian, you're back, Qianqian..."

don't mention the flowers on the street. Yan Beicheng's face turned black in an instant. He forcefully broke Yan cenxuan's hand and took back his wife's hand.

Never thought, this action is like stimulation to the sleepy Yan cenxuan, he suddenly opened his eyes.

The first one that came into view was the beautiful cheek of moshanghua. He said subconsciously, "Qianqian..."

Yan Beicheng directly pulled moshanghua behind him, and then he faced Yan cenxuan with a smile: "brother shisanhuang is not sleeping, how can you look at your sister-in-law's nonsense?"

All things, as long as it's about Mo Shanghua, Yan Beicheng is extremely concerned.

If Yan cenxuan is poured down by a basin of cold water, all his limbs and bones are cold. There is a touch of melancholy in his eyes, and the bright eyes restore the dead silence.

"I'm confused. I'm sorry... Sister Huang." Yan cenxuan forced himself to smile apologetically, and his pale lip spoke softly.

Just two words, then I coughed uncontrollably.

Busy with a waiter to pass a glass of warm water, carefully will he picked up.

Yan cenxuan took the warm water, but he didn't drink it. After a long sleep, his lips dried up and his voice was hoarse, but he still kept up his spirits. "I didn't mean to. I just fell into a nightmare. Please don't blame me."

As for the fact that he had just caught a hand in his sleep, he had no impression at all.

Yan Beicheng was still deeply impressed by the situation. A pair of secluded pupils were a little dark inside. He said in a cold voice: "even in sleep, you should not touch other people's hands at will."

"What, what?" Yan cenxuan was caught unprepared by Yan Beicheng's words, and his face was at a loss.

When speaking, it is to cover chest to cough lightly again.

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