Luo''er took a deep breath, calmed down his panic and said, "don''t cry. If the princess wakes up and doesn''t see well, go and cook some ginger soup. It''s not the way for the princess to keep her high fever. I hope sister Huajing can find a doctor."


    "Well, shang''er will go now!" shang''er nodded immediately and hurried out.


    Luo''er kept dropping to change the wet towel on Ning Lan''s forehead. However, Ning Lan''s high fever showed no sign of receding, and Hua Jing didn''t come over. He hurried back and forth in the hall.


    The princess can''t take the medicine she brought back. This... No, she''s going to find the king. The king won''t care about the princess! Thinking of this, he walked out. As soon as he turned around, he saw a familiar face. He was about to speak. Before his words were exported, he was knocked unconscious by the man standing at the door of the inner hall.


    The attendant who followed the man said, "master, the princess''s face is so red!"


    The man''s cold face softened at the moment he saw Ning Lan. His eyes were like water. He coldly pointed to the followers around him and said, "you go to the door first and don''t let anyone come in and disturb me."


    "Yes!"


    Seeing the entourage leave, the man quickly walked to ninglan''s bed. The steps on his feet had betrayed his mind.


    Slowly sat down, gently held Ning Lan against her chest, took out a porcelain vase from her pocket, took the water on the cupboard with one hand, and took a pill for Ning Lan: "When the ends of the earth are poor, there is only endless lovesickness. Lan''er, it''s only a long time since I saw you, and you tortured yourself like this? Do you know that I will be very distressed by you? You can''t spit out the medicine you take, you know?"


    I don''t know if Ning Lan''s subconscious heard the man''s voice. This time, Ning Lan didn''t spit out the pills he took. After a moment, the man couldn''t help but feel a burst of joy when he saw that Ning Lan didn''t spit out the medicine. He wrapped Ning Lan tightly with heartache.


    He gently covered Ning Lan''s face with a cold towel, looked at Ning Lan''s red and swollen face, his eyes were cold, and his red eyes were full of love, "Lan Er, he hit you? How can he do it to you? I will never let him go! How can he bear to do this to you?..."