. "My mother may not leave the palace once a year, and she has not left the palace in recent months. Will this... be planted artificially?" Long Zhengyang said.

"Then you can investigate the people the queen has come into contact with recently. I have low medical skills, powerlessness, and I have high hopes. I have no face to stay and say goodbye."

Shui Nanhe shook his head and turned around to leave. Although he roughly understood the cause of the Queen's illness, the purpose of coming today has been achieved. But for a miraculous doctor, the four words "powerlessness" are always the biggest failure and shame. He hasn't said these four words for many years.

The final hope was severely extinguished, and the Lin family was as if they had fallen into a deep abyss, and they were not as happy as if they had fallen into a deep abyss. Lin Xiu was not only the sister of Lin Zhan, but also the daughter of Lin Kuang, but also the queen of Tianlong Kingdom. This identity was too important to the Lin family. If it was lost, the power of the Lin family would invisibly decline.

"Immortal, walk slowly." Long Yin said powerlessly. Long Zhengyang looked sad and bleak, while Long Zhengyue had already rushed to Lin Xiu's bed and started crying.

At this moment, a little eunuch hurriedly ran in and knelt down and said, "Emperor, Doctor Li asked for a meeting, saying it was about the Queen's illness."

Long Yin's eyes lit up: "Did he think of a diagnosis and treatment? Call him in."

Shuinanhe, who was about to step out of the door, also stopped and whispered: "Oh? If this is true, how could I not stay and ask for advice?"

Lin Zhan and Lin Nu's expressions were still dark, and they did not feel any excitement. Even the medicine immortals of the Southern Emperor Sect were helpless. How could these quack doctors who could not even see the cause of the disease really have any methods?

Doctor Li hurriedly walked in. He is the oldest imperial physician in the palace at present, and there is no need to kneel down in front of Long Yin in informal occasions. Before he could speak, Long Yin took the lead and said, "Li Aiqing, have you come up with any way to treat the queen?"

Doctor Li shook his head: "The old man is ashamed. Not to mention diagnosis and treatment, even the Queen's condition is unsolvable. Although the Queen is powerless, I recommend a doctor's expert, and he may have a way to treat the Queen."

"Oh? Who is it? Tell me quickly! The queen doesn't have much time, so I'll drag him over even if I drag him! Tell me quickly!" Long Yin pointed at him and said.

"Yes... the person recommended by the old minister is no one else, but Ye Wuchen, the son of the Ye family." Li Yuyi said seriously. He was one of the three imperial doctors who Wang Wenshu asked to cure Ye Wuchen's "amnesia". He was shocked by Ye Wuchen's words. Although the three of them promised to keep a secret for Ye Wuchen, it was related to the safety of the queen's life at this time, so he still cares about whether he is credible or not.

Long Yin frowned, and obviously caught him off guard when Doctor Li said this name. Lin Kuang, who was so resentful and upset, almost couldn't help but scold him: "Mr. Li, you are still in the mood to joke about this big event that concerns the Queen's life! What else can the Ye family do besides painting and playing flutes? What else can the Ye family do? You can't even cure the disease that the Medicine Fairy can't cure. You actually recommend the Ye family's children out. It's really ridiculous!"

Doctor Li ignored him, but then said to Long Yin: "Your Majesty, the old minister has absolutely no joke. At that time, Mrs. Ye asked Weichen, Lord Wang and Lord Zhang to go to the Ye Mansion to cure the amnesia of the Ye family. However, the three of them had not started to treat it, and the son of the Ye family said that the hidden diseases that we had not even discovered on our own were not bad. They said it well and gave solutions to each other. They could only look from a distance with their eyes. Such medical skills were shocking. The three of them had never heard of them before. They really admired the Ye family's son and suspected that they were a god. Poor Weichen thought that he had excellent medical skills all his life, and he was like a one- or three-year-old child in front of the Ye family's son, which was not worth mentioning!"

"Mr. Wang and Lord Zhang can testify about this matter. The two of us promised to keep the secret of the Ye family's son, but at this moment the Empress's life is in danger. Even if we bear the name of a villain, we have to say it out. With this son's amazing medical skills, we may be able to save the Empress."

Long Yin was moved and Ye Wuchen gave him a big shock again. He could not imagine how many terrifying things were hidden in this young man who made him even a little scared.

"There is such a young man? I need to have a good experience of that old man." Shui Nanhe's eyes flashed with strange light, turned around and walked back to the hall, standing quietly aside, like a winter pine tree, unmoving proudly.

"Be serious?" Long Yin had already believed it completely, but he still confirmed it.

"It's true! Lord Wang and Lord Zhang are both outside the door. The emperor will tell you if you ask. How dare I speak nonsense about the dangers of the Queen's life?" Doctor Li said confidently.

"Hmph! He is a baby who has not grown up. How high can he be even if he has some medical skills? Can he be better than Senior Yaoxian? The emperor, this matter must be done by others. Since he is powerless to turn the world away, even if the old minister is heartbroken, he will pour out all of it to personally arrest the real murderer. He will ask the emperor for permission." Lin Kuang lowered his head and said in pain. He did not believe that Ye Wuchen had the ability to save Lin Xiu, and he was even unwilling to believe it. His words were recognized by almost everyone - even the Medicine Immortal was unable to do anything about it. Even if a person under twenty really had a skilled medical skill that was inconsistent with his age, could he be better than the Medicine Immortal, which is a myth of the medical world?

Long Zhengyue, who was crying, also cried: "Father, there is no way for even the immortals. The queen of the mother is really unable to save her. Let the child and grandfather investigate the palace thoroughly. Can I arrest the real murderer?"

Long Zhengyang stepped forward and said, "Father, the child thinks that Mr. Ye should try it. Mr. Ye's painting skills and flute skills have reached the realm of heaven and man, and this matter is obvious to thousands of people. His medical skills may also have reached the realm of enlightenment, otherwise, how could Mr. Li, who is skilled in medicine, recommend it like this? This matter is related to the life of the mother, and we must try it. If Mr. Ye has no choice, it is not too late to think of other methods. We cannot arbitrarily think that Mr. Ye must be helpless. Mr. Ye's performance on the stage was not unexpected at all. This time, he might really bring us a huge surprise."

Long Yin nodded and said in a deep voice: "Yang'er, go to Ye'er and bring him in person."

"Yes, Father!" Long Zhengyang responded and rushed out quickly.

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Ye Wuchen sat in front of a drawing board, half-squinted his eyes, and his right hand seemed to be smearing the paper in front of him casually. I don’t know what he was painting, but occasionally a gentle smile appeared on his face. Not far away, Ningxue and Tongxin sat on the soft big bed in the same position, playing with the colorful paper in various colors in his hand. Ningxue was stacking paper flowers on Tongxin, and Tongxin learned very quickly and seriously. When she was used to playing the Blade of Heavenly Punishment, the most in her hand was flexibility.

"Young Master...Young Master, the Prince's Palace has come down and said that he has something to do to meet the young master. He is now waiting in the foreground." Ye Qi's hurried voice came from outside the door. Ye Wuchen's brush also stopped at this moment. The painting he drew for the whole morning was perfectly finished.

"Tell the prince, I'll be there soon." He put the brush down, then gently brushed the empty space on the drawing paper, and easily evaporated the ink on it completely dry.

"Yes!" Ye Qi left.

Ye Wuchen carefully rolled up the drawing paper, then found a red thread to tie it, then smiled with satisfaction, turned around and said, "Xue'er, brother has something to do, can you go out to play with your sister first, please help me give this painting to her."

"Yeah, OK." Ningxue put down the paper in her hand and sat on the edge of the bed, shaking her two white little feet with a sweet smile. Ye Wuchen naturally knew what she was thinking, and chuckled, walked over and gently helped her put on her shoes and socks, and then put the painting in her hand. "I should be back soon. If I come back late, just have a meal with my sister."

"Well, then I'll go."

After Ningxue left, Ye Wuchen also helped Tongxin put on his shoes and socks, saying, "Tongxin, I will take you to your palace today, but you have to hide and not let others see it."

When Ye Wuchen came to the front hall, Long Zhengyang was strolling there anxiously. When he saw him coming in, he didn't have time to say hello and pulled him out: "Brother Ye, my mother is critically ill and is in danger of her life at any time. Come with me to the palace, I'm ready."

"But……"

"Brother Ye, don't refuse. You are a disciple of the Sword God, and your medical skills must be comparable to ordinary people. Doctor Li in the palace also recommends your medical skills. Whether my mother can save her life depends on you. If you succeed, you are my Long Zhengyang's great benefactor. If not, no one will blame you." Long Zhengyang quickly pulled him out the door, where two horses were already parked.

"Okay. I have also heard of the news that the queen is seriously ill. I do know some medical skills. Since Brother Long can see me, I will do my best."

Ye Wuchen jumped on the back of the horse and rode away with Long Zhengyang.

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"Sister, this is the painting that my brother asked me to give you." Ning Xue tiptoed and raised the painting that Ye Wuchen gave to her to Ye Shuiyao. Ye Shuiyao was no less than Ye Wuchen's height, and she was still hidden. Ning Xue stood up straight and could only reach her waist.

Ye Shuiyao took over the painting, and Qiu Shui's eyes flashed in complexity for a while before carefully unfolding the painting.

There were only two people in the painting, two people she was most familiar with, one was herself and the other was her younger brother. In the painting, her limp body was lying on Ye Wuchen's shoulder, with a somewhat deformed face, but still a very beautiful smile. Ye Wuchen's hands were stroked by her waist, making a scratching look, and her face showed a cramped smile.

The picture is so familiar and natural, as if the scene that was entangled in her heart that was lingering in her heart was truly presented to her eyes again. Ye Shuiyao's heartstrings were tweeted heavily, and in her mind, she reflected her own and him that day... and his voice, every movement, and every expression.

"Why... you always have to do this... again and again... don't you know... Is this really dangerous..." She murmured in distractedness as if she suddenly lost her soul. Unconsciously, she leaned Hua on her chest, closed her eyes, and comforted her heart that suddenly became very messy and painful.

"Sister, what did you draw by brother? I really want to see it." Ningxue stood on tiptoe and wanted to see the painting in Ye Shuiyao's hand clearly, but unfortunately she was too petite to get what she wanted.

Ye Shuiyao closed the paintings in her hand and asked silently: "What are he doing?"

"Is he? Is he the elder brother? My brother has gone out, probably to the palace... It seems that there is something urgent." Ning Xue replied truthfully.

"..." She didn't ask again, and just stood there holding the painting, feeling upset, and didn't know what she should do or what she thought, as if she had lost her soul.

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