"November 18..." the young man murmured to himself in a daze, his dry lips as white as paper, "Is the national guru dead? So fast..."

What exactly happened in Daxia?

The national guru who is in seclusion should not come out until the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month. There are countless masters and dead soldiers in the priests' hall. It is impossible for ordinary people to break in under these defenses.

However, why did he sense the death of the national master, and even the insects in his body were clamoring uneasy?

It's just November 18th... More than a month before the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month, what happened in Daxia...?

The boy's expression was stiff and pale, and his lips were squirming as if he was out of sight, and his eyes were not focal.

Nan Mohao squatted in front of him and spoke in a deep voice: "How do you feel now?"

A cold voice sounded in my ears, and the young man suddenly came back to his senses, looking at Nan Mohao blankly: "When will your Majesty be back?"

Nan Mohao frowned.

Dugu Xi lowered his eyes, shook his head, and his voice was filled with deep sorrow: "I may not be able to wait for His Majesty to come back."

The Guworm sensed the death of his master and was restless in his body.

It can't last long with the soothing of drugs.

The boy got up from the ground and his body staggered slightly. Qiu Yan held him in time so that he would not fall.

"Prince Dugu, are you okay?" Qiu Yan felt a little embarrassed when she saw him in this way, "Do you want to find an imperial physician to take a look?"

Dugu Xi shook his head slowly: "No, thank you Sister Qiuyan."

He raised his foot to the brocade couch, and he sat down weakly, leaned on the brocade couch, lowered his head, his pale face and bitten lips were silent as if he was about to be seriously injured and dying.

Qiu Yan felt a strange feeling in her heart, she wanted to speak but didn't know what to say.

I always feel like this is a poor child.

Although they came with a purpose at first, they didn’t do anything too much later. Let’s talk about it... they were only sixteen years old. When the young men of powerful families were 16 years old, who were not pampered by their parents in their hands?

Nan Mohao looked at him silently for a while, turned to look at Qiu Yan: "Please take good care of it."

Qiu Yan bent her knees: "Yes."

Nan Mohao didn't have time to stay here for a long time, and he still had a lot of things to be busy with, so he left quickly.

Qiu Yan stood quietly for a moment and couldn't help but speak: "Prince Dugu, are there any more discomfort in your body?"

Dugu Xi looked up and a pale smile came out from the corner of his mouth: "Sister Qiuyan, Your Majesty... It would be great if Your Majesty could come back early."

He really wanted to see her again before he died, even if he only said a few words, he would say one to her in person...

Say something like her.

Let her know what he wants.

He has never liked anyone so much as he has grown up.

His father, his master, his mother, his younger brothers, and his nominal relatives... have never been anyone who made him like so much.

Qiu Yan was stunned.

At this moment, she only felt that the boy's smile made people cry.

"Just..." The boy lowered his eyes and stretched out his hand to stroke his heart, "I'm afraid I can't wait..."

The national master is dead, these uncontrollable insects will be more brutal than once. The medicine left by Zixi cannot comfort three times...

He is not far from death.
Chapter completed!