Yunci and Defei walked in quickly.

As soon as Abao, who was held in Concubine De's arms, entered the room, he saw Luo Zifeng with bloody tears in his eyes. His face was as pale as a ghost, and he kept shouting. His hair was messy. He held his head in pain and banged his head against the wall like a madman!

Luo Qiuyu screamed: "Brother!"

Yun Ci was so frightened that he sat paralyzed on the ground.

Defei was also shocked.

Luo Zifeng was about to hit his head against the wall, and would surely die with a bloody head.

A small figure suddenly rushed over.

"Bang"

Lhotse Peak hit Po in the stomach.

"Po!"

"Po!"

When Yunci and Defei came to their senses, they saw Luo Zifeng kneeling on the ground in pain.

"Hmm." Po groaned.

"Kid, what happened to you? Are you hurt?" Yun Ci was at a loss, worried about Luo Zifeng and even more worried about Abao.

The child was only a little over one year old, and she couldn't imagine being hit like this by a teenager.

Abao waved his hands and rubbed his belly, "I'm wearing thick clothes, it's okay."

[My stomach just hurts a bit. I almost vomited the milk I drank this morning. I'll be fine if I massage it.]

Defei secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

She didn't even know when Abao slipped out of her arms just now.

If Po hadn’t been there, then Mount Lhotse would have been…

Yun Ci's tears fell, and he knelt down and kowtowed to A Bao, "Tenth Princess, thank you, thank you for protecting Feng'er, I..."

Ah Bao's eyes widened, and he quickly helped Yun Ci up, "Auntie Yun, don't cry, don't cry."

A Bao was not concerned with comforting Yun Ci, but saw Luo Zifeng sitting on the ground with a mad look on his face.

His forehead was already bruised, and it was obvious that this was not the first time he had banged his head against the wall.

Shen Yunran inserted a silver needle into Luo Zifeng's acupoint, temporarily stabilizing the crazy state of Luo Zifeng.

"Just now... it was a close call. Thanks to the little princess." Although Shen Yunran is young, he has excellent medical skills. A Bao took a glance and knew that if it weren't for Shen Yunran's medical control, Luo Zifeng would have died when Yun Ci went to the palace.

Mr. Luo was also kneeling beside him, and he was also holding down Luo Zifeng, but Luo Zifeng was surprisingly strong, and he could hardly hold him down.

It was Shen Yunran who had been suppressing Lhotse Peak with the silver needle.

"Ms. Shen, how is Feng'er? Can he still be saved?" But in an instant, Mr. Luo's voice became a little hoarse.

Shen Yunran frowned, "Master Luo, to be honest, I am not good at medicine, I can only use silver needles to temporarily control Master Luo's agitation and alleviate the pain caused by the blood in his eyes. But I still haven't found out what disease Master Luo has."

When Mr. Luo heard this, his expression became heavy.

Yun Ci's breathing became even more rapid, and he didn't know what to do.

They were both old people and had never encountered such a situation before.

When Concubine De left the palace this time, she brought two imperial doctors with her.

After Shen Yunran finished describing Luo Zifeng's symptoms, two extremely experienced imperial physicians came forward to examine Luo Zifeng.

Both of them shook their heads and sighed, saying that they had never seen Luo Zifeng in such a condition. Although they used silver needles to relieve the pain and stop the bleeding in Luo Zifeng's eyes, Luo Zifeng was still unconscious for some reason.

"Lianyi, can you ask Taoist Baiyun to come over and help Feng'er?" Yunci shed tears and looked at Concubine De.

Yun Ci was at a loss and didn't know who to ask for help, so he could only think of Taoist Baiyun.

Since Abao was born, Taoist Baiyun has gone to the palace much more frequently than before. On weekdays, they cannot see Taoist Baiyun, but Concubine De and the Emperor can.

De Fei nodded, "You guys stabilize Zifeng's condition. I will send someone to the Taoist temple to invite Taoist Master Baiyun over."

She knew that the reason why Taoist Baiyun went to the palace so frequently was all because of Abao.

[Even if Walter White comes, it won’t work]

[The evil spirit on top of Mount Luozi is particularly serious. Someone wants to dig out Brother Luo's heterochromia.]

Defei silently lowered her head and looked at Abao. Who wanted to dig out Luo Zifeng's eyes?

But they were all mortals, how could they prevent this disaster from happening?

Just when everyone was at a loss, A-Po curled his lips and said, "Don't be afraid, A-Po is here, nothing will happen to Brother Luo."

Defei was surprised, but saw that Abao was already standing in front of Mount Lhotse.

The little person happened to look Lhotse in the eye.

The chubby little hand held Luo Zifeng's hand, and a warm spiritual energy entered Luo Zifeng's body.

The evil spirit on his head dissipated instantly, and it seemed to tremble and flee madly, dispersing all at once, as if it was afraid that the spiritual energy on Po's body would find them.

At that moment, Luo Zifeng's wrinkled brows relaxed and the bleeding eyes stopped.

"Luo Guoguo, open your eyes and look at me. I am Abao." Abao's sweet voice reached Luo Zifeng's ears, bringing his confused thoughts back to reality.

Luo Zifeng's face was covered in tears and blood, but the moment he held Abao's little hand, the pain in his eyes was no longer so sharp. He slowly opened his eyes, and a ray of light appeared in the darkness.

There was a little person standing there, emitting a layer of soft light all over his body. In his eyes, he could only see her.

Like a beacon guiding him out of the darkness.

He held Po's little hand tightly until the light became brighter and brighter, and he could see the whole world clearly. "Po sister..."

Yun Ci's eyes widened and he cried with joy, "Grandpa, look, Feng'er is fine, wuwuwu, my Feng'er doesn't hurt anymore, he can see now."

Mr. Luo nodded repeatedly, his arms shaking with excitement, "Hey hey hey, I saw it, I saw it."

A Bao smiled with his lips bent, and put his little hand on Luo Zifeng's eyes. There were beads of blood on his eyelashes. "Luo Guoguo, where is the amulet I gave you before?"

"Here." Luo Zifeng took out a small bag from his waist and took out the yellow amulet.

Po gave him two amulets in total.

The first one was the swastika in the golden basin. After being stabbed on the street, it kept the swastika at the head of the bed and placed it under the pillow.

Later, the last time he accompanied Emperor Zi'an into the palace to see Po, Po gave him another amulet.

He never told anyone that ever since he got the amulet, he could hear Po's sister's thoughts.

Po looked at the amulet.

[Sure enough, the amulet is ineffective]

"Luo Guoguo, have you ever touched water?"

Luo Zifeng thought about it and shook his head. "No, that's not right. It seems that when I changed clothes a few days ago, I put the bag into the laundry room. Later, when I went to get it, the bag was soaked with water. Maybe the talisman inside got wet at that time."

[That's right, the amulet cannot get wet, just like the amulet in Concubine Rou's bedroom. If it gets wet, it will become ineffective.]

[I used to be very good at drawing talismans. I wasn’t afraid of getting the talismans wet. But now I’ve become so small… Oh, my spiritual energy is so weak, the effect of the talisman has been greatly reduced. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have gone through so much trouble.]