At that moment, Yan fan's heart suddenly sank to the bottom of the valley, and his hands and feet became cold and stiff.
"What happened to her?"
Yan fan's voice was stiff and astringent.
The old abbot looked at him. "The imperial doctor saved three days and nights. Although he was temporarily out of danger, he still didn't wake up. As for when to wake up, even the imperial doctor couldn't be sure."
Yan fan's heart was raised, "why?"
Yan fan was so upset that she was hurt
"You... How do you know?" Yan fan asked the old abbot.
It's so far from the capital. The old abbot doesn't ask about the world. Why do you know these things?
Yan fan looked forward to the abbot. He wanted to look at the abbot and said with a smile, "well, actually, I'm kidding."
But no, the old abbot didn't laugh. Instead, he looked very serious and calm.
The old abbot put his hands together. "Amitabha, just yesterday the queen sent an oral order to ask me to go to the capital immediately to pray and chant scriptures for the unconscious third Royal daughter."
Yan fan's fingertips became cold.
"Yan fan... Make a choice and decide whether to go to the capital with me." the old abbot sighed, "Amitabha."
The old abbot left, leaving only Yan fan in the meditation room.
The young man in ginger robes is like a rigid sculpture, and his brain is blank.
Yan fan stood there stunned. His eyes were red and the place on his chest was so painful that he suffocated.
But the tears couldn't fall down and the chest hurt very much.
No one taught him to cry, he wouldn't cry.
Yan fan stayed up all night.
The next morning, Yan fan found the abbot. His face was haggard and pale, and the cinnabar mole in the center of his eyebrows was much darker, but his eyes were very firm.
I think I've figured it out.
People in the capital came to pick them up. After a day's journey, Yan fan and others finally arrived in the capital.
After getting off the carriage, many people were looking at Yan fan. They were amazed by the young man's exquisite and strange appearance. At the same time, they were very curious about the Zhuang Yan monk's clothes worn by the young man.
Yan fan gently pursed his lips. Only his drooping eyes and trembling eyelashes could see the nervous and uneasy mood in the youth's heart at the moment.
The abbot came this time with only Yan fan and martial uncle Daozhen. When the three came to the empress Sanhuang's house, the housekeeper hurried to meet them.
The housekeeper looked very haggard. When he saw the three of them, he just said weakly, "three masters, please come with the old slave."
All the way, the housekeeper opened the door. It was dark and had a very strong smell of medicine.
As they walked past, an old doctor came out. The old doctor was carrying a medicine box in his hand and shaking his head and sighing as he walked.
The housekeeper hurried forward with a trembling voice, "doctor Qin, how is your highness now?"
Doctor Qin sighed, "Your Highness has a weak pulse and has been in a coma for several days. If you don't wake up, you will only weaken day by day. Then..."
Doctor Qin couldn't say any more. His eyes were full of pain.
The housekeeper's eyes turned red, "no... no! Your highness will be fine! Your highness is fighting for the country and the people in Changsha. It's okay to wander in front of the king of hell many times! How can God have the heart to take her away, your highness is such a good person!"
Looking at the housekeeper so excited, doctor Qin's eyes were red. The accident of the third Royal daughter was the last thing they wanted to see for all the people of the Yingshang Dynasty.