On the way, servants kept coming to ask Xia Xun where he was going and wanted to lead him the way.
He ignored it and walked straight to the study.
He is very familiar with this place, far more familiar than these people.
Walking to the corridor outside the study, I heard Qi Yan's voice from a distance:
"Stop kneeling outside. If you have the time, why not pack your luggage."
Going around the pillars, Xia Xun saw Zhi Gui, who was kneeling outside the study without saying a word.
Qi Yan was in the room, and walked to the door with Qi Hui's support.
Xia Xun looked at it coldly, and felt that Qi Hui's cautious appearance was somewhat ridiculous.
When did Qi Yan become a sick cat, unable to walk a few steps.
Qi Yan didn't see him, and said to Zhi Gui:
"I ordered a long time ago that no one but me can see Xia Xun. You ignored my order and made such a big mistake. You still want me not to hold you accountable?"
There was no sound.
Zhigui didn't dare to defend herself, and no one dared to speak for her.
Qi Yan said to Qi Hui again:
"Throw everything Chen Jingyin brought into the lake."
Xia Xun appeared from behind the corridor.
"Give it to me if you don't eat it, don't waste food."
Qi Yan was startled, and asked, "Why are you here?"
Xia Xun said: "I tasted the food and it was delicious. If you don't like it, give it to me."
Qi Yan's expression changed, and he walked up to him in a few steps, looked him up and down, and replied to Qi:
"Immediately go to the doctor. I don't know what those snacks are made of. If there is nothing wrong now, it doesn't mean there will be no problems in the future."
Qi Hui was about to go out, but Xia Xun stood in front of him.
"Why are you so nervous?"
Qi Yan held his breath and said seriously:
"Mr. Chen and I belong to different camps. I have been at odds with him for a long time. How dare you enter the food from his mansion easily? What if it is poisonous?"
Xia Xun didn't care.
"I ate it two hours ago. If it was poisonous, I would have died—"
Before the word "death" came out, Qi Yan stopped him in a deep voice:
"Life and death are important matters, how can you talk nonsense?"
Xia Xun snorted coldly:
"I was cursed to death before I even said a word of death."
"Xia Xun!"
Qi Yan was really anxious to call him by his first and last name.
Xia Xun didn't take it seriously, and continued:
"Miss Chen heard that you were injured, so she made blood-enriching pastries overnight, and even paid a special visit to deliver them by herself. She is so sincere, even if her father wants to kill you, she will not poison you."
Qi Yan raised his eyebrows and said:
"Sincere love? You just saw her once, and you believed her words? How do you know that she didn't come for a show? Didn't she follow her father's wishes to get close to me on purpose?"
Xia Xun remained calm:
"Is it like what you did back then? Hiding your identity and approaching me, showing affection to me on the surface, and doing everything in secret?"
Qi Yan was stunned, speechless for a moment.
"I-"
Xia Xun's tone was calm, as if talking about someone else's past:
"I don't know how Lord Qi felt at that time? For revenge, I have to be with my enemy's son. Is it very painful? You must hate me so much that you want to kill me every moment, right?"
Qi Yan changed from being indifferent in the past, and suddenly became excited:
"No! Not what you think, I—"
Xia Xun turned her head and stood aside.
"It doesn't matter. Times have changed, so there's no need to mention the past. It's your business to beware of Chen Jingyin. Don't turn your anger back. She didn't do anything wrong."
Qi Yan kept silent, looked at him deeply, and after a while, asked softly:
"... What else? You met Chen Jingyin today, so you have nothing else to say?"
Xia Xun asked doubtfully:
"What are you talking about? Oh, she seems to be very sincere to you. Maybe you can consider marrying her. When you become the son-in-law of Lord Chen, your conflict may be resolved."
Qi Yan's eyes widened suddenly, the line of his jaw tensed instantly, and his lips were pursed into a straight line.
"Are you serious?" He questioned Xia Xun with a heavy voice: "You really want me to like her? Marry her in as your main wife?"
Xia Xun replied:
"Whoever you like, whomever you like, whoever you like to marry, has nothing to do with me."
After finishing speaking, he turned around and left, and was grabbed by the arm by Qi Yan.
Qi Yan suppressed his breath, and squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth:
"—Who do I like, don't you know?"
Xia Xun didn't look at him at all.
"I don't know, and I don't want to know!"
Qi Yan clung to him tightly, and gradually exerted force on his hand, which made Xia Xun painful.
"Then I'll tell you now, from the beginning to the end, I only like you—"
Xia Xun was furious and pushed him away:
"Enough! I said it! Don't lie to me again with such stupid talk!"
Qi Yan pulled his shoulders and said word by word:
"I didn't lie to you! I know, you won't believe anything I say now. I don't ask you to believe me so soon, and I don't dare to expect that between you and me can go back to the past. I just hope, look at me It’s okay to have expressions other than anger! If you calm down, I can explain—”
Xia Xun said angrily, "Impossible!"
He opened Qi Yan's fingers one by one:
"You can throw away the snacks that Chen Jingyin gave you! The ones I gave you back then are not as valuable as this box of snacks. I'm afraid you'll throw them away like a pair of shoes. You can't wait to burn them to relieve your hatred!"
He gritted his teeth, angrily:
"Do you want me to treat you like I used to? It's impossible in this life! My sincerity is to give it to dogs, and I will never give you half of it! Want me to treat you well? Dreaming!!"
Qi Yan froze, and the hand that was parted by Xia Xun stayed in the air tremblingly.
He was at a loss, and the persistent expression on his face disappeared, leaving only a blank and blank.
His eyelashes trembled slightly, the ends of his eyes were red, and his dark pupils were covered with mist.
He stared blankly at Xia Xun, and after a long time, let out a long breath:
"… well."
He turned around, staggered back into the room, leaned on the table and sat down, turned his back to Xia Xun, and said dumbly:
"...you go, I won't embarrass Zhigui, let her serve you as usual."
With his head down and his shoulders bent, he no longer looked as energetic as before, looking tired and depressed, as if Xia Xun's words had hurt him deeply.
Under his exquisite brocade and jade robe, a pair of thin shoulder blades were exposed, making him look even more out of shape.
Xia Xun didn't understand.
Why did he act like this
From the beginning to the end, Xia Xun was not the only one who was deceived and hurt
He rushed out.
Qi Hui suddenly shouted:
"grown ups!"
He was anxious and worried, as if something big had happened.
Xia Xun didn't look back, afraid that this was a trick played by the master and servant.
He rushed to the corridor and saw that the servants were also in a hurry.
Some people ran into the study with hot water, and some people asked the guards to ride horses to find the doctor.
Xia Xun stopped unconsciously, he told himself, and only looked back.
In the study, Qi Yan clutched the clothes on his chest tightly, half kneeling on the ground.
He was breathing hard, his expression was very painful, and he leaned weakly in Qi Hui's arms, with cold sweat on his forehead.
If it wasn't for Qi Hui, he would have fallen to the ground long ago.
Qi Hui took out the medicine bottle from his arms, poured out the pills, and fed them skillfully into his mouth.
Qi Yan was already used to the bitterness of the pills, and after crushing them, he swallowed them stiffly, without even needing to drink water.
His blood was gone, his lips were pale and blue, it didn't look like he was pretending.
By the time Xia Xun came to his senses, he had already walked back to him.
Qi Yan lowered his head weakly: "... you can go."
His breath was like a gossamer, and his breathing was not yet even.
Xia Xun asked Qi Hui, "What happened to him?"
Qi Yan didn't let him speak, and propped himself on the ground, wanting to stand up:
"I don't need pity...nor your sympathy..."
He was short of breath, and tried his best to say a few words:
"You go..."
His hands softened, his eyes closed, and he fell heavily to the ground. The jade crown on his head was knocked crooked, and a few strands of hair fell down and hung between his eyebrows.
Qi Hui immediately helped him to the couch, pulled off his collar forcefully, and gave him comfort.
Then he opened all the windows to let in as much wind as possible.
Qi Yan's chest has been rising and falling rapidly.
Not long after, the doctor arrived.
He was very familiar with Qi Yan's condition, so he took out a roll of needles and pricked a few on Qi Yan's body without feeling for a few pulses.
After the silver needle was inserted into the body, Qi Yan's complexion quickly improved, and his lips were no longer purple, but his consciousness was still not awakened.
The doctor flamboyantly wrote down the prescription and handed it to the servant.
Xia Xun stood by and asked Qi Hui with a cold face:
"What's wrong with your family?"
Qi Hui answered in a low voice:
"It's a heart disease... When your lord learned that the young master passed away, it was the first time he had an attack. Since then, it has recurred frequently, and the last time will occur every three to five times. Later, by fate, he was treated by a famous doctor. He hasn't had an attack these years. Who would have thought that when he saw the young master? ,At once-"
Xia Xun recalled that a month ago, when he ran into Qi Yan at the cemetery, he looked like this.
- His face was pale, his lips were livid, he wobbled, he couldn't stand steadily, and he looked like he couldn't breathe.
He also thought that Qi Yan treated him as a ghost and was overly shocked and frightened.
It turned out to be a disease.
Qi Hui said:
"Since my lord fell ill, the mansion has prepared all kinds of medicinal materials all year round. When the doctor prescribes the prescription, there is no need to go to the pharmacy to get the medicine, and the kitchen can cook it directly."
Xia Xun stood up:
"In that case, take good care of him."
Qi Hui refused to let him go.
"Young Master Xia, I have a feeling of unsympathy, can you please stay with my lord? You don't need to stay for too long, as soon as your lord wakes up, you can leave on your own."
Xia Xun flatly refused:
"I'm not a doctor, what's the use of staying?"
Qi Hui was silent, but his attitude was firm.
Xia Xun said again: "Are you still afraid that he will die? I'm the son of his enemy. With me by his side, he might not want to wake up even more."
Qi Hui said quietly:
"Forgive Qi Hui to speak bluntly, the Lord's illness this time is all because of you. Please stay for a while out of emotion and reason."
Xia Xun sighed as if giving up, and sat down heavily on the chair.
"I can't say no to you, stay if you stay, I'll leave as soon as he opens his eyes, no one can stop me."
After a stick of incense, the doctor took off the silver needle, the condition of the experience has stabilized, and he is ready to leave.
Before leaving, he told Qi Hui again and again, saying that Qi Yan's heart disease is the worst thing to avoid emotional agitation, so he must calm down, don't take everything to heart, and remember not to be overjoyed or sad.
Qi Hui listened, looking at Xia Xun from time to time, as if the words were meant for him.
Xia Xun turned a blind eye.
He sat at the table, opened the food box Chen Jingyin sent, and ate up all the snacks in front of Qi Hui.