Zigadon was striking and stared at it. He saw the black shadow falling down several roofs in the middle of the journey. He was agile like a cat, running and jumping without any sound. He ran away in a short while and became illusory, blending with the dark night.

Zijia, who was frightened by this scene, couldn't come back to his senses for a long time, thinking about who the sneaky black shadow was just now? No, what if it wasn't a human but...

He shivered in a creepy manner, comforting himself that a scholar should not be superstitious about ghosts and gods: It's okay, it must be that I was in a daze all night and my eyes were dizzy...

"hiss--"

A piercing pain made Shi Dazi bow his waist and hug his thorny belly. He saw the shadow just now. His emotions were too nervous and distracted. He almost forgot about his abdominal discomfort. This made him turbulently become riots again. The pain was so painful that he didn't want to care about anything. It was important to solve the "internal affairs" first...

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The next morning, the girl who delivered breakfast to Xianji Yayuan came back and reported that Shi Zijia was sick, and Youmeng hurried to see him.

The night of the time when Shi Zijia Sutra was exhausted, and his limbs were weak and he lay on the bed, his eyes opened and closed. He didn't know whether he was awake or dreaming, but he heard the door opened. Youmeng smiled and said, "Zijia, I heard that you are not suitable for me in this place?"

Zijia looked at the few fake figures and walked to the edge of the bed, like a vicissitudes of life, squeezed out a long "Yeah" from his throat.

Youmeng said worriedly: "I'll come to see you and bring the imperial doctor from the mansion to show you."

Under her instructions, the imperial doctor sat at the head of the bed to take his pulse. Youmeng stood beside him to visit him. Seeing that he was pale and he was sick and indifferent.

"How is it? The young master is in good health, right?"

The imperial doctor stood up and replied: "Oh, princess, don't worry, the young master is just weak and cold in the spleen and stomach, just adjust it for a while."

Youmeng then breathed a sigh of relief: "Well, then you can prescribe the prescription and get the medicine as soon as possible. You will be more careful about your young master's condition recently."

"Yes." The imperial doctor went out with the medicine box.

The Winter Solstice, who sent the imperial doctor away, closed the door. Youmeng turned around and looked at Shi Zijia with a dark face, and said angrily: "How did you say you have harmed yourself in normal times? How could you get a weak spleen and stomach?"

Shi Zijia was angry and weak, "I think I just can't live a good life. I'm so poor that I can raise a bad life. I'm used to being simple and simple. The princess's mansion was actually not blessed to be able to get rid of the rich clothes and food..."

"Stop whining to me without any illness." Youmeng didn't like to hear it, and just slapped his shoulder.

Zijia immediately breathed a sigh of relief and screamed in sorrow: "Uh... I'm already disabled... The princess beat me, so cruel..."

Youmeng couldn't help laughing and sat on the footstool that the imperial doctor sat on when he was diagnosed: "You are quite good at selling miserable things, but when I treat VIPs, of course, I have to choose good food and clothing to treat them. Can you still be shabby?"

Zijia was silent for a while, as if thinking about something, and suddenly a strange look came from a glance, looking at Youmeng, no longer pretending to be dead: "Princess, you are such a big princess's mansion, and there are many people entering and leaving every day. Is it really safe to live?"

Youmeng raised her eyebrows proudly: "In my mansion, there are more than a thousand elite cavalry guards selected by the father and emperor, and there are two guards who have been guarding the imperial guards and have excellent martial arts skills, totaling 200 people. There are passes in all areas, and you have to check in and out, so of course it is safe."

Zijia asked, "Do you also need to climb up the roof to inspect when the guards patrol at that night?"

Youmeng's smile froze and suddenly felt strange: "What do you mean?"

Zijia kept silent, glanced at the winter solstice, as if he was willing to avoid it.

Youmeng advised him: "It's okay, there are no outsiders here, you say that's it."

At this time, Zijia forced himself to hold on to his weak sick body, stood up sideways and leaned close to Youmeng, with a serious expression: "Last night, I went to the cottage with stomachs. When I came back, I saw a black shadow that could fly over the eaves and walls. It was on several buildings in Xianji Yayuan, and it disappeared in the blink of an eye."

"Black Shadow?"

Youmeng was suddenly frightened, her eyes were as solemn as ink, and the atmosphere immediately became bad.
Chapter completed!