puff--

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Dugu Xi, who was lying in the bedroom of Yonghua Palace in Lingguo, fell from the couch without warning.

There were blood on the carpet in front of the couch.

The sudden bone-eroding and colic in the body made the boy's eyes wide open, his face turned pale, and his forehead was cold sweat rolled down like rain, "Your Majesty..."

He curled up little by little, but the heart-wrenching pain everywhere in his body made him bit his lips tightly to restrain the painful scream.

Very...it hurts...

Qiu Yan, who heard the movement, flew into the air quickly, "What's wrong with you?"

The boy struggled to raise his eyes, his voice hoarse due to the extreme pain: "Today... what month..."

"Today is November 18th." Qiu Yan replied, and then asked again, "Prince Dugu, what's wrong with you?"

Dugu Xi gasped quickly, grabbed the clothes on his heart tightly, and the veins on his forehead were protruding one by one, obviously suffering from great pain.

Qiu Yan saw that he was not a disguise and that the situation was obviously not good, so she quickly called someone to inform the Regent, and a hidden guard guarding outside the hall flew away quickly.

Nan Mohao, who was dealing with the government affairs in the imperial study room, frowned slightly when he heard the report, stood up and rushed to Yonghua Palace.

When I stepped into the hall gate, I saw the boy who had been very peaceful these days lying on the ground, curled up in pain, his delicate face was covered in cold sweat, and his face was so white that it was not bloody at all.

The hair was messy, the body couldn't help but stirred up trembling and unconscious struggle, and the unconscious gasping and suppressed moans came from the throat: "It hurts..."

"What's going on?" Nan Mohao squatted in front of him and grabbed his hand, "What happened?"

Qiu Yan's expression changed slightly: "I don't know. Prince Dugu just rested on the couch, but suddenly fell down, and then it became like this."

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty..." The young man grabbed Nan Mohao's hand and grabbed a life-saving straw. But he had already lost his mind in the wildness. He made an intermittent and hoarse sound like a murmur. "Your Majesty... I feel pain..."

Nan Mohao frowned, hurriedly turned around and headed towards the inner hall, found a small bottle in the wall of the bedside, poured out the pills inside, turned around and walked to the boy, stuffed the pills into his mouth: "Swallow."

The boy was frantically motivated, grabbing his clothes with his hands and tightly holding the velvet blanket under him. However, no matter how much strength he used, he could not relieve the huge pain of the thirsty heart and the biting of his internal organs.

Nan Mohao frowned and stretched out his hand to the back of his neck. The boy's body suddenly froze and could not move.

Nan Mohao ordered Qiu Yan to pour a glass of water, lifted the boy's chin slightly, poured some water into the boy's mouth very slowly, and lifted his chin, allowing the pills and water in his mouth to swallow it.

Dugu Xi had been tortured to the point of being unconscious. At this time, Nan Mohao's actions did not react at all to him.

Although the acupoints were lit, the trembling caused by the severe pain still existed, the eyes were confused, and cold sweat on the forehead kept sliding down.

Nan Mohao stared at him silently for a while, reached out to touch his neck quickly, and spoke lightly: "Prince Dugu."
Chapter completed!