C78 Strange Poison

"Brother Jin, is Imperial Physician still busy?" A soldier holding a blanket in his hands couldn't help but to tease as he watched the golden people walk out of Qingcheng's place.

"Sigh. Isn't it? The lunch that was sent to him was not eaten at all. " Jin shrugged, and couldn't help but turn her head in Mo Qingcheng's direction with worry.

Hearing Jin's words