"Just leave one person behind." Gu Yanxi took the initiative and gave the order. He took the person from Baoxia and leaned him against himself. He picked up the medicine bowl, put a mouthful of it against Azhi's lips, and slowly put it into her mouth.
His movements were very slow. While feeding her, he skillfully used his other hand to stroke her jaw. When he couldn't feel her swallowing, he moved even slower, but even so, most of the liquid still flowed out.
Looking at the person whose face and body were all red, Gu Yanxi touched her face tenderly, and seeing Yingchun wringing out a handkerchief and coming over, she took it and wiped Azhi's face as naturally as possible.
Yingchun was stunned. She was clearly looking at a naked young lady and a well-dressed regent, but she didn't think about her reputation at all. She just wanted to cry. She cried loudly. It was so hard for their young lady to get to where she is today. Now she can live a happy life, with her family pampering her and the regent loving her. How wonderful, how wonderful! Young lady, the day you have been looking forward to for a long time is about to come true, why did you collapse instead
Baoxia wiped away her tears and pushed Yingchun to the corner of the bed. She took the dirty handkerchief from the Regent's hand, washed it and handed it back. She then quickly changed the basin of water, opened a jar of wine and poured some in.
"I'll do it."
Bao Xia's tears immediately rolled down, and she really cooperated with Gu Yanxi.
He still only drank a little of the second dose of medicine, and the fever never went away. The inner room was filled with the smell of alcohol, and outside it was as depressing as a dark cloud. When they heard the noise outside the yard, they didn't care. The news that Zhi'er was seriously ill and unconscious must have spread, so it was normal for the Zhu family to come over.
Hua Yizheng raised his head and was stunned when he saw the bright yellow color. He had only seen the Sixth Prince from a distance a few times, when he was still young and out of favor. He was very different from the prince who obviously walked like a dragon and a tiger now.
His body knelt down before his consciousness, and everyone in the yard knelt down immediately.
No matter how anxious the young emperor was, he did not lose his manners. Everyone in this room was not his ministers but the family of the Grand Tutor. He would always remember that Sister Hua, who did not know his identity at that time, once said that he could treat everyone in the Hua family as family members. Even though his status had changed now, these words still had an impact on him.
He personally helped Hua Yizheng up, and then gave Hua Pingyu a helping hand, and asked impatiently, "How is the Grand Tutor? There are so many rumors out there, I'm really worried."
It's me, not me. This shows how close we are. Hua Yi was happy for Zhi'er and would not blame him for what the late emperor did. He bowed respectfully and said, "Your Majesty, Zhi'er is still burning."
The emperor was so shocked when he heard this that he immediately walked inside and said, "I'll go take a look."
Hua Yizheng stopped the others and only let his eldest son follow him in. He saw Xinjun, whose brows were filled with worry, stopped in front of the bed and turned to Doctor Yu, "Master, how long will it take for this fever to subside?"
Yu Lao shook his head, "Your Majesty, I can't give you a definite answer."
The emperor was anxious. If it were any other imperial physician, he would still curse and ask what use they were to him, but he didn't have the confidence to do so when facing the miracle doctor. Not to mention others, even Shaoyao would turn his imperial study upside down when she came back, not to mention that he was now being relied upon to cure the imperial tutor's illness.
He bowed solemnly and said, "Please think of a solution."
Yu Lao hurriedly dodged and said, "Don't dare, I will definitely do my best."
"I have brought Xiaoshuang here. Just tell him whatever herbs you need."
"yes."
The emperor looked at the tightly wrapped curtains, and caught a glimpse of the pair of shoes belonging to a man in front of the bed. He didn't understand something, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he waved to Berlin and Zeng Han.
"Are you scared? Don't be afraid. Master, I'm just tired and want to take a break. It will be fine once I recover."
He said it so decisively, as if it was the fact. Bolin thought, this must be what his eldest sister said about environment shaping people. Xiaoliu, who used to share a bed with him and who once had to try her best to be on par with him, can now provide him and his eldest sister with support.
The emperor suddenly reached out and picked up Zeng Han, looking into the child's dark eyes and asked, "What should you call me?"
Zeng Han subconsciously glanced in the direction of the bed, "Master said that the emperor is my senior brother, but the Grand Tutor also said that it is enough to know it in your heart, and there is no need to speak out."
This is exactly what the Taifu would do. If it were someone else, they would try every possible means to get closer to him, but with the Taifu, the closer they are to him, the clearer they have to be, not leaving any room for anyone to use.
The emperor swallowed his saliva quietly, stroking the child's round head and said, "If you want to call me Senior Brother, the Grand Tutor will definitely not accept any more disciples in the future. You only have me as your Senior Brother, and I only have you as my Junior Brother. If you don't acknowledge me, then you will have no fellow disciples."
Zeng Han looked at the bed again. If he didn't listen to his master, would his master wake up and scold him
Biting his lip, he called out, "Senior Brother."
"Be good." The emperor inexplicably developed an indescribable feeling of dependence on each other, and his heart became more sad. The world is unfair. Why do those who do not do good things live a comfortable life, while people like the Taifu have to suffer!
He lowered his eyes to hide his emotions, and when he raised his head again, a smile appeared on his face. "What do you want to do in the future, Xiaohan?"
Zeng Han shook his head.
The emperor thought he didn't think so, and said with some coaxing: "How about being an official? From now on, my senior brother will protect you, and no one can bully you."
Zeng Han still shook his head.
"It doesn't matter if you don't think about it now, just think about it more in the future."
"I don't want to be an official." Zeng Han said in a clear voice, "I want to live in the library and not go anywhere else."
Several people, including Hua Yizheng, were stunned. This was an answer that no one had expected.
"Why do you want to live in the library? Can't you go there anytime as long as you are at the Hua family?"
"I like it there, and even if I don't become an official, I can still teach students like a master in the future." After a pause, Zeng Han glanced at the emperor and added, "I want to teach very good students."
That pointed look was...
The emperor wanted to laugh, but his nose felt inexplicably sour. With the words of the Grand Tutor, he believed that Zeng Han would be able to achieve his wish in the future. This could be considered the highest realm of a scholar. I don't want to be an official, but I can teach a son of heaven to be born.
"Then you have to work harder."
Zeng Han nodded vigorously.
The conversation was childish, but no one laughed. It had nothing to do with the identities of the people present at that moment, but only because they had a common husband.
It was only then that Hua Yizhen discovered that Zhi'er was actually a good teacher. Maybe her foundation was not solid enough, or she was a little lazy, but she had a positive mind and was very good at teaching according to the students' aptitude. This was something that only a very few people could do, and those who could do it eventually became great people.
Hua Yizhen's hands in his sleeves trembled. The Hua family hasn't produced a prominent person for two generations.
PS: I’m afraid the ending will be a mess, so I’ll write slowly.