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Hearing their conversation, Yan fan's hands and feet were cold, his heart seemed to sink to the bottom of the valley, and his dark blue pupil was completely out of focus for a moment.
The reason of his brain completely disintegrated at that moment.
On the way here, he imagined the worst possible, but he couldn't accept and dare not imagine every possibility.
How could this happen
The body's honesty and response are always faster than the brain. Yan fan didn't even have time to think more. His feet automatically stepped in.
The distance from the door to the girl's bed is the longest road Yan fan has traveled in his life.
The moment Yan fan rushed in, the housekeeper reacted. She thought it was an assassin and immediately shouted, "come on! Come on! There's an assassin!"
With that, the housekeeper rushed in immediately to stop Yan fan.
Seeing this, the old abbot behind him stretched out his hand to stop the housekeeper.
The old abbot put his hands together. "Amitabha, don't panic, benefactor. That was my beloved disciple just now, not an assassin."
The housekeeper was stunned and looked again. One of the three was indeed missing.
"What's the matter with the master? He was so frightened." he hurried in just now, as if he was very worried about her highness.
But the beautiful master, she doesn't seem to have seen her highness?
The old abbot's eyes were deep and clear in his turbid eyes.
He looked at the stiff figure behind the barrier in the room and sighed, "Amitabha, the origin and death of heaven and earth have a definite number. Benefactor, when can we chant scriptures and pray?"
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Yan fan stood there, staring at the lifeless girl lying in bed.
Her face was pale, and her tea eyes, which had been laughing and joking before, were now tightly closed. The lip is pale without a trace of blood.
She seems to be much thinner. Originally, she was very petite. Now she feels that she is only skin and bones.
Yan fan wanted to lift his feet, but found that he didn't dare to take a step forward.
"This is master Yan fan, isn't it?"
The housekeeper didn't know when he appeared behind Yan fan. The housekeeper said, "please come with the old slave. The abbot and master Daozhen began to chant prayers for your highness there."
Yan fan's throat is rolling slightly, his voice is hoarse, "... Good"
Sandalwood is lit in the room. In the silent room, there is an ethereal and crisp knocking sound of wooden fish. The low Buddhist Sutra is like an ancient camel bell, soothing the dryness in the people's heart.
The day after chanting, the queen came.
The queen was dressed in plain clothes and looked tired and haggard.
She looked at the unconscious girl in bed and asked the housekeeper around her, "haven't there been any signs of awakening?"
"No." the housekeeper shook his head regretfully.
The queen closed her eyes and then said in a cold voice, "let the imperial doctor treat it! What I keep in my palace is not a group of waste! If you can't cure the three Royal daughters, please bring me your head! Also, from now on, the imperial list will be issued to gather skilled doctors among the people. If you cure the three Royal daughters, I will be highly rewarded!"
Housekeeper: "yes."
When the queen left, she looked at the three abbots who prayed piously on the other side. When her sight suddenly swept to Yan fan, her eyes were suddenly stunned, and then narrowed their long eyes.
"And you three! Pray for the third emperor's daughter piously. If the third emperor's daughter doesn't wake up one day, you can't stop one day!"