It's hard to guess the concubine: the black-bellied prince chases his wife

Chapter 632 Accompanying
Dinner was served, although none of them were in the mood to eat dinner, but they knew that tonight would be an extremely long night, so they had to eat something to maintain their strength, especially Wu Ya, who was almost Forced himself to drink a bowl of porridge.

The candles in the hall were lit up, illuminating the entire Prince's Hall as bright as day.But this bright light cannot give warmth to the people in the palace.Yu Muzhuo was still lying on the bed with a high fever, and the people in the palace wished they could share the pain of the high fever for him.

The twilight was deep, and the last glimmer of the sun also went behind the hills.This night has come.

At Haishi, Yu Muzhuo's high fever did not subside but increased, his chest rose and fell, and his lungs occasionally made dull breathing sounds, which sounded terribly frightening.Ye Ziyi was afraid that if he continued to burn like this, even if he could save his life, he would still have pneumonia!

When the hour came, his fever seemed to subside a little.The temperature in the entire hall dropped a bit, Yu Muheng personally added charcoal fire to the earth dragon, and Yu Muzhuo's condition was still stable.His brows were still furrowed, but the ups and downs of his chest were obviously much calmer than before.

When ugly, this is the most stable moment.Just as Ye Zi expected, Yu Mu Zhuo's fever seemed to subside a little.His eyebrows were also smoothed a lot, and he fell into a steady breathing. The dark spots on his body no longer became more and more violent, and the situation improved in a good direction.

But Ye Ziyi didn't let out a sigh of relief, instead her brows furrowed fiercely behind the mask.Getting better now is not necessarily a good thing, another hour will be the real critical time.The calmer she is now, the more uneasy she feels in her heart.

"Don't worry." Yu Muheng took a big cloak and put it on Ye Ziyi's body, gently hugged Ye Ziyi into his arms, and supported her tense back, "Everything depends on Ah Ye. Burn yourself. If you are tired, take a rest first."

Leaning on Yu Muheng's shoulder, Ye Ziyi really felt exhausted.She closed her eyes and wanted to sleep for a while, but how could she fall asleep at such a time?The smell of medicinal herbs at the tip of her nose made her more awake, but she still closed her eyes and did not look at Yu Muzhuo who was lying on the bed.

Time passed by little by little, and in the midst of this torment, Yin's time has arrived.Just after Yinshi passed, Yu Muzhuo was still very calm.He just lay there so quietly, his chest rose and fell peacefully, and he looked like he was just asleep.

But halfway through Yin's time, Wu Ya's life was suddenly heard whispering.Trembling, she grabbed Ye Ziyi's sleeve, looked at Yu Muzhuo on the sickbed, her voice changed: "Sister-in-law, take a quick look, he... what's wrong with him?"

Yu Mu Zhuo on the sickbed was already sweating all over at some point, the sweat stained the pillow and bed sheets, mixed with black and red blood, it looked terribly frightening.He gripped the bed sheet tightly with his fists, his whole body began to tremble slightly, and he was muttering something, as if he was extremely cold.

But his body temperature rose sharply again, his face was flushed, his lungs whistled like an old bellows, but the strangest thing was his breathing.He was breathing, that's why his lungs made sounds, but his chest didn't seem to rise and fall at all, as if... a dead person!
The imperial physicians rushed over upon hearing the sound, and after feeling the pulse, they all just shook their heads: "It was the same before the late emperor... I just don't know... whether the crown prince can make it through."

(End of this chapter)