Princess, come home quickly, the God of War Prince is going to be jealous to death!

Looking at the messy curtain on the ground, Ye Zhao was startled and quickly walked to the bed. She put her hand on Wen Zhiyue's forehead, "Why is it so hot?"

"Miss Ye, I'll prepare whatever medicine you need." Xuemei looked nervous, her eyes full of worry.

"The girl has a severe fever. Prepare a candle. I will give the girl acupuncture to remove the heat first."

After a while, Xuemei brought a candle and put it on the table in front of the bed. Ye Zhao took out a small bag from his waist, opened the small bag and took out a five-silver needle. After roasting the silver needle on the fire, he wiped it with silk silk. When it cools down, give Wen Zhiyue acupuncture.

Half an hour later, the silver needle was pulled out. Wen Zhiyue's fever had gone down by 20%, and she kept mumbling.

Ye Zhao put her ear to Wen Zhiyue's lips. When she heard Ye Nanxuan's name, she walked to the desk and wrote two simple words before leaving the room. She randomly folded a leaf in the courtyard and blew it twice. I saw a green bird leaping over. Ye Zhao tied the words he had just written to the bird's legs and threw it into the sky. The bird flew over the courtyard wall and disappeared.

"Miss Ye, apart from high fever, you also have other symptoms." Xuemei kept wiping Wen Zhiyue's forehead and changing towels.

"Don't think about it, the girl just suffered from the cold." Ye Zhao looked serious, with a trace of panic in his eyes, "You take good care of her here, I will make the medicine."

Xuemei looked at Ye Zhao and nodded.

In the palace, Ye Nanxuan was looking at the list of envoys from various countries in the study. The green silk bird flew to the desk and chirped. Ye Nanxuan grabbed the green silk bird and took the scroll from its foot with one hand. One hand threw the green silk bird out of the window.

When I saw the two characters "Come quickly" on the paper, I was shocked and walked out of the house nervously, "It's a cold night, prepare your horses."

Ye Nanxuan arrived at the General's Mansion in two quarters of an hour. He abandoned his horse and ran quickly to Qingya Courtyard.

Walking into the house, Xuemei was changing towels for Wen Zhiyue. Ye Nanxuan walked to the bedside. Xuemei stood up, nodded and saluted, and then continued to change towels for Wen Zhiyue.

Ye Nanxuan sat for a while, and Ye Zhao walked in, "Your Majesty."

"Speak outside." Ye Nanxuan walked out of the house with a gloomy face.

"What happened to Yue'er?"

"My slave doesn't know very well. It's just that this morning the girl's room was covered with broken curtains. She was lying on the bed and was very burned. She kept shouting the prince's name. The slave thought it was the prince..." Ye Zhao looked at Ye Xiang carefully. Xuan.

"What are you speculating about?" Ye Nanxuan scolded Ye Zhao softly, then calmed down for a while and stared at Ye Zhao, "Did anyone come here after I left yesterday?"

"No one has been here, and it was very quiet at night. I didn't hear much noise." Ye Zhao replied carefully.

"Besides having a fever, is there anything else strange about Yue'er?" Ye Nanxuan frowned, watching Ye Zhao's expression.

Ye Zhao was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses and replied softly, "Your Highness, don't worry, although there are fragments of the curtain on the ground, they are all traces of fighting, and the girl is still intact.

"What else is there?" Ye Nanxuan asked suspiciously, looking at Ye Zhao's hesitant expression.

"Slave, please be brave. If you are a girl..."

"No matter what happens to Yue'er, I will protect her. In my heart, she is already my princess." Ye Nanxuan's cold and handsome face was indifferent.

At this time, Ling Yi came over and saluted Ye Nanxuan with his hands raised. Ye Nanxuan nodded slightly.

"Ling Yi, what happened, do you want to discuss it with the girl?" Ye Zhao looked at Yi.

"This house is usually very quiet and there is nothing unusual. But this morning I found this thing in the room. I don't know why?"

"Found it in your room?" Ye Zhao took the paper handed over by Ling Yi. After opening the paper, the burnt incense ashes were all in front of his eyes. Ye Zhao sniffed it gently and his expression changed greatly.

"What is it?" Ling Yi looked at Ye Zhao in confusion. Ye Zhao didn't answer and turned around and walked towards her and Xuemei's house.

After a while, she returned to the courtyard and looked at Ye Nanxuan, "Your Majesty, someone came here last night. This is Mixiang."

Looking at the incense ashes in Ye Zhao's hand, Ye Nanxuan's pupils dilated and he was furious, "You, and you, a doctor, a general in command, can't even protect yourself, how can you protect your master? You have been living too much lately." Living in comfort, I still forget my responsibilities and lose the most basic vigilance.”

Ignoring Ye Nanxuan's anger, Ling Yi looked at Ye Zhao in confusion, "What's wrong, girl?"

"There was a thief in the house last night. The girl was frightened and got a fever."

"What's going on now?" Ling Yi looked at Ye Zhao nervously.

"The fever has gone away."

"I will be guarding the girl outside this house from tonight." Ling Yi walked to the door and stood beside it like a piece of wood. Xuemei walked out of the house and was startled by Ling Yi, "Commander Ling, are you at the door?" What are you doing?"

"I want to guard the girl here."

Hearing Ling Yi's words, Xuemei was startled at first, and then looked at Ling Yi helplessly, "Well, it's good that Commander Ling is here to stay."

After saying that, he walked towards Ye Nanxuan, "Your Majesty, the girl has been talking non-stop, as if calling your name."

After Xuemei said something, Ling Yi and Ye Zhao looked at Ye Nanxuan with questioning eyes at the same time. Ye Nanxuan glared at the three of them, "Do I need to scare her at night?"

Seeing Ye Nanxuan walking towards the house with an angry face, Ling Yi put his arms around his sword and snorted.

"What are you talking about? Just be a door god."

On the bed in the room, Wen Zhiyue had cold sweat on her forehead, her brows were furrowed, and she kept muttering, "Nan Xuan, help me, help me..."

"Yue'er, Yue'er, I'm by your side, wake up." Ye Nanxuan whispered softly into Wen Zhiyue's ear.

After a while, Wen Zhiyue seemed to hear Ye Nanxuan's voice. She slowly relaxed her brows and had a smile on her face.

There was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and Wen Jingxiao walked in a moment later. He looked at Ye Nanxuan, who was leaning over the bed, with anger in his eyes.

He walked forward quickly, grabbed Ye Nanxuan and punched him, "I respect you as a prince, but you are so frivolous. Today, as an elder brother, I will teach you what a gentleman's words and deeds are."

"Master Wen, the marriage between my king and Yue'er was given by my father, and I never do anything disobedient or against customs." Ye Nanxuan looked arrogant and resolute.

"My eldest son, you wrongly blamed the prince. When I woke up this morning, the girl had a high fever and screamed the prince's name in her mouth. The servant was worried that the girl would be haunted by nightmares and fell asleep, so she invited the prince into the house to see if he could wake the girl up. ." Xuemei looked at Wen Jingxiao, her eyes full of worry.

"Forget it, I made a mistake, Your Majesty." Wen Jingxiao reluctantly bowed to Ye Nanxuan, then looked at Xuemei, "Young lady has a fever, why don't you call me? Am I worse than an outsider?" Ye Nanxuan rolled his eyes.

Before Xuemei could reply, Ye Nanxuan looked at Wen Jingxiao mockingly, "Someone entered Yue'er's boudoir last night. No one in this huge general's mansion knew. Is Lord Wen going to rectify the guards and maids in this mansion?" , otherwise I don’t know how he died day and night.”