V2.Chapter 646

"Your Highness has been taking those drugs all the year round, and his health has been broken for a long time. Although he has recovered some of them in the past few days, he has been working too hard. Now there are relapses of old diseases, which can only be cured in one year or half a year at least." Liu Zheng had already passed the pulse for Yan cenxuan. At the moment, he saw the flowers on the street in Yanbei City, and then he told them about his illness one by one.

The eyebrows of the flower on the street suddenly twisted up.

With baorongdi's condition now, I'm afraid it won't last half a month.

The emperor should not hang in the air all the year round.

"I'll go and have a look." The flower on the street slightly pinched the palm and walked toward the inner room.

Yan cenxuan is still in a coma at the moment. His beautiful face is as gentle as jade. At the moment, he is pale and almost dead. His forehead is slightly sweating and his brow is frowning. It seems that he has fallen into a nightmare.

Nightmares are not to wake up at will, on the street flowers a little thought, not more tube, directly pulled his wrist for his pulse.

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

Yan cenxuan's body, in addition to the root cause of his childhood, is the drug which is harmful to his body all the year round. The damage caused by his body is lifelong. If he doesn't do anything, he may be able to recover by resting for two or three years.

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

"How?" Yan Beicheng's deep voice rings behind the flowers on the street.

The red lips of the flowers on the stranger are pursed lightly, and they are silent.

He was about to take out the hand between Yan cenxuan's wrists and get up to leave. However, Yan cenxuan was closing his eyes, and his pale lips uttered very light words, "Qianqian, Qianqian, you are back, Qianqian..."

Don't talk about the flowers on the street, that is, Yan Beicheng's face is also instantly black down. He goes forward to break Yan cenxuan's hand and takes back his beloved wife's hand.

Never thought, this action is like to stimulate to sleep in Yan cenxuan, he suddenly opened his eyes.

The first thing that came into view was the beautiful cheek of the flower on the street. He subconsciously murmured, "Qianqian..."

Yanbei city directly pulled the flowers to his back, facing Yan Cen Xuan, and said, "the thirteen emperor's younger brother is not confused. How can you look at your wife's nonsense?"

All things, as long as it is about flowers on the road, Yanbei city is extremely concerned about.

If Yan cenxuan was poured down by a basin of cold water, his limbs were cold, his eyes were slightly disappointed, and his bright eyes were dead.

"I'm confused, sorry Mrs. Huang. " Yan cenxuan forced himself to pull out an apologetic smile, pale lips gently enunciation.

Just two sentences, then can't help coughing up.

Busy has the Chamberlain to hand over a cup of warm water, carefully lifted him up.

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

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

Yan Beicheng was still deeply impressed by the situation. 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 this sentence of Yanbei City, and his face was at a loss.

When he spoke, he covered his chest and coughed gently.