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The emperor hurried over to check on Anle's condition, and personally tested his daughter's forehead temperature with his palm, only to feel that the touch was warm, and the heat really dropped a lot.

The maid in charge took a handkerchief dipped in clean water, and wiped An Le's face, neck, and hands.

An Le is only ten years old, just a child with slender wrists that are fragile and easy to break.

She closed her eyes from the beginning to the end, her pale mouth was slightly pursed, and she remained motionless, but her breathing became obviously much more stable, and she stopped talking.

Very good! The emperor breathed a sigh of relief, his frowning brows finally relaxed, and he said to himself that his daughter will definitely survive this disaster, just like many times before.

The emperor turned his head to look at Master Shangqing, and asked eagerly, "Shangqing, when will the eldest princess wake up?"

As early as when the palace maid was giving Anle the medicine, the real person Shangqing moved to the window on the east side.

Today's weather is a bit gloomy, and the thick tree shadows outside the window cast on the skinny half of Shang Qing's face, making his sunken eye sockets even deeper.

When standing still, the temperament is slightly cloudy.

"Your Majesty." Master Shangqing once again bowed to the emperor, still with the demeanor of a wild crane, as if the person he was facing was not the emperor, but an ordinary person, "This elixir treats the symptoms but not the root cause."

The emperor's complexion changed again, and his heart tightened slightly.

He took a deep breath, looked at An Le's weak sleeping face, and asked again: "Then how can we cure it?"

Daoist Shangqing lightly flicked his fly whisk, with no joy or sorrow in his voice, transcending the secular emotions and desires, and said in a flat tone:

"Pindao just made a fortune teller for His Highness the Eldest Princess. His Highness ordered to commit the tomb evil, and the Lord died in a disaster. Yi's youth died young, which is a sign of a short life. If you meet the nobles of Tianyi to help you, you can turn bad luck into good luck."

"If you want to continue your Highness's life, the only way to do it is to change your life."

While speaking, the real person Shangqing glanced at the girl in the green gauze tent, and a dangerous emotion flowed faintly, which disappeared in a flash.

The surrounding atmosphere gradually became dignified.

Even people who don't know Taoism can guess that any technique involving "changing fate" can't be accomplished with a few words lightly, otherwise, wouldn't everyone be able to live a long life!

The great eunuch Zhao Rang sent all the imperial physicians and court ladies present to the outside room very tactfully.

But in the blink of an eye, there were only four people left in this bedroom filled with the smell of medicine, incense and blood.

Master Shangqing turned his head to look at the emperor again, his skinny neck was covered with wrinkles and all the veins were bulging, as if there was some hideous foreign object hidden under the skin.

"If you want to save the princess's life, you have to find a hundred virgins and one hundred virgins who are the same age as the princess, take their hard work, refine it into a heart pill, and then feed it to the princess..."

He stared straight at the emperor with eyes like a boundless dark night, his voice was low and low, revealing an inexplicable coolness.

Even though the surrounding windows were tightly closed, there was an inexplicable cool wind blowing in the sleeping hall.

"Presumptuous!" The emperor's pupils shrank suddenly, his expression changed, and he interrupted Shangqing sharply, "Do you know what you are talking about?!"

Isn't this going to exchange two hundred lives for one!

Monks have compassion in mind, and this sage would come up with such a vicious method, clearly without compassion, he is simply a monster!

The emperor showed a rare look of anger, and his whole body released a majesty of the emperor.

Zhao Rang on the side took a soft breath. This method is simply unheard of.

Facing the emperor who was enraged by thunder, Daoist Shangqing stood like a hundred-year-old pine without any fear, his expression was still so calm, with a sense of honor and disgrace.

"Your Majesty, Pindao also dared to say that to save the life of the eldest princess." Shangqing Zhenren shook his head and sighed, and said slowly with compassion, "This law of changing fate against the sky is against the law of heaven, and Pindao must do it for this reason." It took years of cultivation."

He flicked the whisk lightly, and the silver-white whisk was like the strands of silver mixed with his temples.

Daoist Shangqing turned around slightly, and took two steps closer to Anle who was on the couch: "I think the emperor already knows that the eldest princess's time is numbered, and the Jiuxuan pill that Pindao just gave can only make the eldest princess as long as possible." For three days."

When his back was turned to the emperor, a flash of extreme greed flashed in his eyes, and the hand holding the handle of the dust whisk tightened even more.

"What did you say?!" The emperor seemed to be struck by lightning, his face froze with anger, and his heart fell straight down, instantly falling into the abyss.

An Le can only live for three more days? !

The emperor's feet were weak, and he almost fell to the edge of the couch, breathing heavily, and his whole body seemed to collapse.

Master Shangqing sighed and said: "Over the years, the eldest princess's phoenix body has been severely depleted, like a tree trunk gradually emptied by termites. Nothing to do with her condition."

"Only Xin Dan can save Her Highness the Princess."

"There is not much time, please make plans early, Your Majesty!"

The Daoist Shangqing bowed and gave a long salute to the emperor,

Almost at the same time as the words fell, An Le's weak voice came from the direction of the bed: "Father..."

The girl's words were light and fluttering, so weak, so ethereal, as if they would disperse when the wind blows.

An Le on the couch opened his eyes at some point, his slender eyelashes fluttered, and his eyes were still a bit dazed, unable to find focus.

As soon as the emperor grabbed his daughter's hand, he said eagerly, "Anle, father is here."

He completely forgot about Shangqing Zhenren, and only his daughter remained in his red and dry eyes.

"...Impossible." The little girl slowly shook her head, her forehead was covered with cold sweat, which made her pale face and sharp chin.

The weak little girl is like a flower bud on the branch, so delicate and fragile, it is already crumbling before it blooms, it seems that as long as there is a gust of wind, the flower bud will fall from the branch.

She was still very weak, and it was quite difficult for her to speak, so she said with difficulty: "Father is a wise king, so it's not allowed."

"I'll be obedient... I... don't feel bad..."

The little girl's eyes sparkled, and every word of her soft voice was imprinted in the emperor's heart.

The emperor choked up and couldn't speak.

An Le stared at his loving and sad eyes, showing a weak smile, her brows and eyes slightly curved.

Her gaze inadvertently swept over a small rabbit lamp placed by the bed.

The rabbit lamp is only the size of a sleeve stove, and it is made of white paper. Two ruby-like eyes are facing Anle.

Brother Huang made this with her. Brother Huang said that when they went out to watch the lanterns during the Lantern Festival, they would secretly get rid of their father and go to play with Sister Yanfei.

She wanted to give the rabbit lamp to Sister Yanfei.

However, she may not be able to do it.

"Anle." The emperor held his daughter's hand even harder, holding back his sobs, with a sad look on his face.

A line of clear tears fell from the corners of his wrinkled eyes.