"You must come back soon." Xi Yu prayed silently in his heart.

Ouyang Linlin stood in the room, looking in the direction of Yu Ping'an with worry in her eyes. She bit her lips tightly and secretly decided in her heart what to do for Yu Ping'an.

Ouyang Linlin's room.

"Xiaohong, I want to go to the small Buddhist temple at home to pray for peace and prosperity." Ouyang Linlin said.

When Xiaohong heard this, she immediately showed a look of worry on her face and quickly advised: "Miss, are you pregnant now? It's better not to walk around casually. What if there is a mistake? "

Ouyang Linlin shook her head slightly, gently stroked her not very obvious belly, and her eyes revealed tenderness and firmness.

"No, I must go. Xi Ping'an suffered such pain at such a young age, and I can't sit still. My body has not reached the point where I can't walk, so it's good to walk more."

Seeing that Ouyang Linlin could not be persuaded, Xiaohong had to sigh helplessly.

"Okay, Miss, then I'll go with you." Xiaohong said, and she decided to protect Ouyang Linlin no matter what.

The master and servant came to the small Buddhist temple.

The small Buddhist temple was filled with faint sandalwood, which made people feel involuntarily calmed down.

Ouyang Linlin and Xiaohong slowly knelt down together, their hands folded, and their eyes were filled with piety.

Ouyang Linlin silently prayed in her heart: "Buddha, please bless you to be safe and get better as soon as possible. He is still so young, and should not bear such pain. Please bless my child to be born safely and healthy."

Xiaohong also prayed silently in her heart, hoping that the Buddha could hear their voices and let the opera recover as soon as possible.

In Youzhou College, Wen Xuan was looking at the book in his hand with concentration when he suddenly heard the news that Xi Ping'an was sick.

A sense of worry suddenly surged in her heart. She put down the book in her hand without hesitation and began to prepare gifts to take a look.

With a lot of gifts, Wenxuan came to the Prime Minister's Mansion. Her eyes were full of expectations, hoping to see Xi Ping'an as soon as possible and understand his condition.

When Wenxuan learned that Xi Yu was in Gan Mei's room, he walked towards it without any hesitation.

Xi Yu was walking in Ganmei's room with worries when he suddenly heard from his servants that Wenxuan was coming.

Xi Yu quickly sorted out his emotions and walked out quickly.

When he saw Wenxuan standing there with many gifts, a warm current surged in his heart.

Wenxuan's eyes were full of concern. She looked at Xi Yu and said, "I heard that the young master is sick. I was very worried, so I came to take a look. These gifts are my wish, and I hope they can help the young master's condition." Her face was filled with a gentle smile, which made people feel like spring breeze.

Xi Yu looked at Wenxuan, a hint of gratitude flashed in his eyes.

He sighed lightly and said, "You are intent. Ping An's sudden illness made me very anxious as a father. I am very moved to see him at this time."

Xi Yu's voice was a little hoarse, obviously exhausted because he was worried that Xi would be safe.

Wenxuan shook his head gently and said, "You don't have to be polite. My relationship with the young master is also considered a relationship. He is so cute. Now that I am sick, I naturally can't sit still."

Xi Yu nodded slightly and said, "Come in with me." Then he led Wenxuan to Gan Mei's room.

Wenxuan followed behind Xi Yu, and his heart was filled with worries.

When he walked into the room, Wenxuan saw Gan Mei standing by Xi Ping'an's bed, her face full of anxiety and distress.

She walked up gently, put the gift aside, and then watched Xi Ping'an with pity in her eyes.

"How is the young master? Is it better?" Wenxuan asked softly.

Gan Mei raised her head, saw Wenxuan, shook her head slightly, and said, "I'm still the same as before, I've been unconscious and still have a fever."

Wenxuan gently held Gan Mei's hand and said, "Don't worry, it will definitely get better."

Then, Xi Yu looked at Wenxuan and said softly: "Follow me into my room."

Wenxuan shook his head slightly and said, "Let's just go outside and talk."

Xi Yu was slightly stunned and nodded in agreement.

The two of them came to a pavilion together, and the breeze gently blew by, bringing a hint of coolness.

Wenxuan looked at Xi Yu, his eyes were full of concern, and he slowly said, "I heard that the child was poisoned?"

Xi Yu nodded slightly, a heavy look appeared on his face, and said, "Yes, Ping An was suddenly poisoned and caught me off guard."

His eyes were full of worry, and there seemed to be a huge rock in his heart.

Wenxuan sighed lightly and said, "I feel sorry for all parents in the world. You must have been worried about your children."

Her eyes fell on Xi Yu's face, and he saw that his face was indeed much haggard, and his originally handsome face was now full of fatigue.

Wenxuan frowned slightly and asked again: "Have you found the murderer now?"

Xi Yu shook his head slowly, a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes, and he said, "Not yet. I have sent someone to investigate everywhere, but there is no clue yet, so Song Shuwen has also taken the medicine."

Wenxuan was silent for a moment, then said, "Then Song Shuwen went to collect herbs, is there any news?"

Xi Yu shook his head again, with a look of worry on his face, and said, "I have no whereabouts yet. I am also worried about his safety. I don't know if he is in any trouble."

His eyes were full of worries, and he kept praying in his heart that Song Shuwen could return safely.

Wenxuan looked at the sad face of Xi Yu, feeling unbearable, and comforted softly: "Don't worry too much, there should be no problem."

However, as soon as he finished speaking, Wenxuan's face showed a look of wanting to speak but stopping.

Xi Yu noticed Wenxuan's strangeness, frowned slightly, and said, "You can just say anything if you have anything."

Wenxuan hesitated for a moment, and finally got the courage to say, "I think you are too superstitious about Song Shuwen?"

Xi Yu was slightly stunned, then a firm look appeared on his face and said, "This is not superstition. After all, Song Shuwen's medical skills are there, and his abilities are obvious to all. In this case, I can only believe him."

Wenxuan couldn't help but feel a little moved when he saw Xi Yu's firm expression.

She knew that Xi Yu was a person who valued love and friendship, and was full of trust in the people around her.

She also hopes that Song Shuwen can live up to expectations and come back with the medicine as soon as possible to save Xi Ping'an.

Wenxuan frowned slightly and said seriously: "I have a suggestion that Song Shuwen should not have an apprentice, right? He is old and should accept apprentices. In this way, his medical skills can be passed down. If he encounters similar situations in the future, he will have more guarantees."

After hearing Wenxuan's words, Xi Yu nodded slightly and fell into deep thought.

After a while, he said, "You make sense. Song Shuwen's medical skills are indeed superb. If he can have a disciple's inheritance, it would be great. I will advise him if he has the chance."

Wenxuan looked at Xi Yu and said with a smile: "Since that's the case, I'll leave first. I hope the young master can recover soon."

Xi Yu nodded slightly and said, "Thank you for your concern and advice. Go slowly."

Wenxuan turned around and left, and his figure gradually disappeared into the distance.

Song Shuwen woke up slowly, his head still felt a little drowsy.

He slowly opened his eyes, but only saw a piece of darkness, as if he was in endless darkness.

He was shocked and quickly tried to stand up and groped forward.

However, no matter how hard he tried, he could not get out of this dark room.

"Come here! Come!" Song Shuwen shouted loudly, his voice echoing in the darkness, but no one answered.

His heart was filled with fear and despair, and he didn't know where he was.

Song Shuwen sat down slowly against the wall, feeling full of pain.

"I didn't expect that there was an accident this time. If the medicine is taken away, wouldn't the young master's illness be troublesome?" he murmured to himself.

He felt even more uncomfortable when he thought of Xi Ping'an's cute face.

And now, the medicine has been taken away and he is trapped here again, not knowing what to do.

Song Shuwen beat the ground hard, his heart full of anger.

He hated those who took away the medicine.

Several secret guards were in another dark room, soft and unable to exert any strength.

Their faces were full of frustration.

"Oh, we really failed the Prime Minister's trust and fell into this field." A secret guard sighed, his voice full of guilt.

Another secret guard said, "I don't know who is targeting the Prime Minister like this."

In this dark room, several dark guards were filled with anxiety.

"If I have the honor of returning to the Prime Minister, I am willing to apologize for death. It is our incompetence that has caused the Prime Minister to fall into such a predicament." Another secret guard said.

"Don't blame yourself for this first, the matter has not yet reached that point. Our most urgent task is to find a way to leave here, return to the Prime Minister, and inform the Prime Minister of the matter so that the Prime Minister can be prepared."

Then, the secret guard raised his voice and shouted: "Come here! Why didn't anyone show up? Is it a turtle with a head-retten turtle? Do you have the courage to lock us up here, but don't have the courage to come out to face us?"

However, the response to him was still dead silence, and no one appeared.

The hearts of several secret guards were even heavier. They didn't know whether they could escape this predicament and return to the Prime Minister.

In that dark room, the faces of several dark guards became more and more serious.

One of the secret guards frowned and analyzed, "Does those people want to trap us to death?" There was a hint of doubt and uneasiness in his voice.

The other secret guard's stomach started to whine at this time, and it seemed particularly clear in this quiet environment. He covered his stomach helplessly, with a look of pain on his face.

Another secret guard couldn't help but scold: "What do these bastards want to do? Keep us here and don't even give us stutter."

In the Prime Minister's Mansion, the servant in charge of the investigation was nervously reporting to Xi Yu.
To be continued...