C545 Please return to your home!

The rain that had been brewing for a long time finally began to fall. For a time, thunder and lightning flashed, the wind howled, the earth quaked and the mountains shook. The entire world seemed as though it was crying.

Morong Gan stood in the rain, the black hole's eyes did not reveal even a hint of light, silently looking at the bottom of the cliff. From a distance, it looked like a fire dragon swimming in the water.

As the rain poured down, the soldiers' faces were covered in water. They were covered in mud and exhausted, but no one dared to slack off. Someone raised his head to look up. A tall figure was reflected in the light of the fire on the cliff. He stood in the middle of the world.

Behind him, the soldiers lined up in neat formation, the rain streaming down their hair and streaking across their faces, but no one reached out to wipe them away. Amidst the raging winds and torrential rain, the broken branches and leaves fluttered about. The entire forest seemed to be trembling. Only they remained motionless, as though they were made of steel.

Han Tong hesitated for a long time, but still went forward to advise him, "Your Highness, go back and wait, if there is any news, I will immediately send someone to report, if you continue to shower, you will definitely get sick. Your Highness, you cannot fall down right now."

Morong Gan stood there, like a hard boulder, and did not say a word nor move.

Han Tong waited for a long time, but did not hear his reply. He glanced at Jia Tong who was kneeling on the ground, thought for a bit, and then swallowed the words that were about to leave his mouth.

Time passed bit by bit, and the violent winds and torrential rain gradually turned into a chilly wind and rain. It was not as chaotic as before, but it seemed more desolate and desolate. Some of the torches were extinguished and some were rekindled, but there was no news.

Han Tong had personally gone down there before and knew that there was a hidden river down there. After searching for a long time, he still did not hear any news, it was most likely that he fell into the river and was washed away.

He did not dare to look at Morong Gan's face. It was a face of despair and lifelessness. The deep grief that was forcefully suppressed under his numb face made him feel an illusion. It seemed that as soon as the bad news spread, he could fall down at any moment. His heart was in his throat, as he stared at Prince Chu through the curtain of rain.

Finally, the rain gradually lessened, and in the end, it stopped. It was already late autumn, the cold wind and rain were cold, the sky was not yet bright, and it was the coldest time of the day. Many of the soldiers had their lips frozen purple, and their eyes were tightly pursed as they looked at their marshal.

All the torches had already been extinguished, and the sky was filled with a pale white light. An entire night had passed, and at this point, there was no point in continuing to search.

Jia Tong kneeled there, his body swaying a little. Even if his body was made of iron, it wouldn't be able to withstand a day and a night of this.

Han Tong knew that he could not go on like this, and refused to listen to advice. However, the moment he opened his mouth, he realized that his voice was hoarse, and coughed loudly, "Your Highness, please return to your residence!"

Morong Gan stood there like a shell. Other than the Robe flying in the wind, he was completely still.

Han Tong knelt on one knee, and shouted once again, "My prince, please return to your residence!"

The soldiers behind him all fell to their knees in unison, "Your Highness, please return to your residence! "Your Highness, please return to your residence!"

The sky grew brighter and brighter, and a faint pale golden light pierced through the clouds as it shot down. Under the morning light of the microcosm, under the heaven-shaking shouts, and under the gazes of all the powerful and heavy gazes, Morong Gan slowly fell down...

Han Tong did not expect that the things he imagined would actually happen, and he was so scared that his heart almost burst out of his chest. With a stride, he charged forward to catch him. Fortunately, Morong Gan did not fall forward, but instead fell backwards into his embrace.

Jia Tong who was kneeling down at the side was stunned. He trembled as he tried to get up, but because he was already numb to the floor, he could not muster up any strength.

He couldn't blame Ye Zichen for fainting. Han Tong heaved a sigh of relief, carried Prince Chu on his back, and stepped into the dawn on top of the mountain.

Ning Jiu led his men and searched the mountain for an entire night. His face was tired and his eyes were red, but when he saw Prince Chu, his eyes immediately lit up, quietly bringing the man over, placing him in a carriage by the side. He jumped onto his horse and rode towards the city.

That night, the four gates of the city were opened and it was a full night. Early in the morning, a group of exhausted soldiers came in with a horse carriage from outside the city. They were all dirty and exhausted, but they still managed to muster up their courage and rode horses through half of the city, entering the Prefect realm.

Han Tong sent his soldiers to go report, upon hearing the news, Hao Pingguan immediately brought Wei Zhongqing to the entrance to welcome them. Seeing the carriage come over, he immediately went to beat up the curtains, and seeing Morong Gan's abnormally white face, he could not help but cry.

Ning Jiu silently sent him into the house, Wei Zhongqing went up to check his pulse, then opened his eyelids to check, and said: "Because of your sorrow, your Profound Spirit Qi dissipated, and you fainted."

Hao Pingguan asked, "When will you wake up?"

Wei Zhongqing shook his head, "... If his yang energy did not return, he would not be able to wake up within a short period of time. The prince's feelings towards the wangfei were deep and profound. Such a heavy blow was really … He sighed, "First, help the prince change his wet clothes and feed him some warm ginseng tea. If he doesn't wake up after an hour, I'll give him a few acupuncture needles to give him a try."

Hao Pingguan wiped his tears, "I'm perfectly fine, what's going on …" When he thought of Princess Chu and Heir, who were both in dire straits, he felt a sense of sorrow, and wished that he could burst into tears.

Hao Pingguan and Ning Jiu helped Prince Chu change his clothes, and when they took off his sleeves, they realized that Prince Chu was tightly grabbing onto the Lobo Drum with his right hand, they wanted to take it away, but they couldn't break his hand. Ning Jiu, with a cold expression from beginning to end, did not say a single word, and at this moment, his eyes couldn't help but turn watery.

He wiped Prince Chu's body and changed into clean clothes. However, he could not drink the ginseng tea so it flowed down the corner of his mouth. Hao Pingguan was so anxious that he did not know what to do. He rubbed his hands together, "How can this be good, Doctor Wei, why don't you just give it a shot right now.

Although Wei Zhongqing had not been in the mansion for long, he knew that the wangfei was the life of the prince. If she was gone, the prince would probably … He heaved a long sigh in his heart, he was proficient in Huang Qi's techniques, making it difficult for doctors to treat her, only his heart disease could not.