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It was only then that Zhan Xiaolou realized the seriousness of the situation. Jing Jue actually ran away? Back to the first floor? Was he alone?

Suddenly thinking of something, Zhan Xiaolou looked at Bai Fan and spoke with a serious tone.

"Bai Fan, what exactly did you do in the kitchen? Or what? "

Before the white fan could open its mouth, Nan had already cried out, "You …" You told the young master that Doctor Zhan wanted to marry the Ninth Prince, right? "

Bai Fan took a deep breath. If she knew something like this would happen, she wouldn't have said it even if she was beaten to death.

"I've caused my own trouble, I'll bear the consequences myself. I'll go look for him now." As he spoke, Bai Fan was about to go out and look for her.

Zhan Xiaolou, on the other hand, was at a loss. He grabbed Bai Fan, who was about to leave.

"The whole world knows about me and Yu Xuan. This was half a month ago. What does this have to do with Jing Jue?"

The way Bai Fan looked at Zhan Xiaolou was like he was looking at a fool, making Zhan Xiaolou feel very uncomfortable.

A few seconds later, Bai Fan said in a deep voice, "Are you really dumb or are you just pretending to be stupid? Don't you know that he admires you?"

What?

Zhan Xiaolou was stunned.

She thought that after Jing Hong mentioned to her that her marriage to Jing Jue had been rejected, they only had a relationship of detoxification and being detoxified.

Furthermore, Jing Jue was either indifferent to her, or warm from time to time. Aside from detoxifying the poison, she also avoided the poison …

When Zhan Xiaolou regained his senses, she and Uncle Wen were the only ones left in the room.

"Uncle Wen, is Jing Jue serious?"

Uncle Wen sighed, "Maybe you are too wrapped up in it to see."

Zhan Xiaolou's focus was mostly on his medical skills and how to save the easy to conceive fruit tree. His other thoughts were on Hua Ruo and her treatment of Feng Yurou's body.

Now that she thought about it, Jing Jue had been treating her a lot better recently. His attitude also changed a lot, as if they hadn't quarrelled for a while.

Bai Fan was riding on a white horse as he galloped in the direction of the first floor. His heart was filled with endless regret and torment.

It was too dangerous for Jing Jue to be outside by himself. There were people with ill intentions towards the first floor everywhere, and they had probably already been targeted the moment Jing Jue walked out of the infirmary … Bai Fan added ten thousand Thorn Rampart hit the possibility of encountering danger in his mind.

If anything had happened to him, she would have died.

It was not until it was dark and the horse could no longer run that White Fan got down from his horse and shook the sweat from his forehead with his fingers. He started thinking.

This was the only way to get to the first floor. She had chased after Jing Jue the whole way, but there was no sign of him.

Could it be that he didn't return to the first floor at all?

Thinking of this, Bai Fan jumped onto the horse, clamped his legs on the horse's belly, and shouted. He then began to go back the way he came.

At this moment, Jing Jue was holed up by himself in a pile of grass in a run-down temple outside of the capital.

He didn't feel anything during the day, but it was already night. Boundless cold energy was seeping through the cracks in the broken walls of the broken temple, and Jing Jue felt as if his entire body was going to freeze.

But he still didn't regret it.

The moment he knew Zhan Xiaolou was going to marry Feng Yushu, he didn't want to stay in the infirmary any longer.

He had originally planned to return to the first floor, but if someone were to expose his location at the first floor, then he would be in deep trouble and he wouldn't have to take the risk.

More importantly, if he went back like this, his elder brother would definitely scold him to death and send him back right away.