"Why are you up?" Jiang Yuchao walked into the hall with medicine and found that his idol, who was supposed to be lying in bed resting, was actually sitting at the table writing something.
He had been ill for half a month. He had obviously gotten better after taking medicine in the first few days, but the low-grade fever had not gone away. A few days ago, he suddenly had a high fever again in the middle of the night and only woke up yesterday morning.
After being ill for half a month, Xi Zhuoyu looked much more haggard. He was wearing pajamas and a thick coat on the outside, with long hair hanging down behind him. He frowned slightly and picked up the pen to write. As he was writing, he started coughing, and the letter paper under his hand was stained with ink.
"Wait until you feel better before writing. If it's really urgent, I can write it for you." Jiang Yuchao advised him with concern.
Xi Zhuoyu shook his head. Although there was a hint of fatigue and lethargy between his eyebrows, his eyes were still calm. "It's okay. I'll write a reply letter to my father. I'm almost done."
His father, General Xi, was guarding the border and had not been back for several years. He only sent letters occasionally. This time, he was so ill that the other side had already known about it.
Jiang Yuchao waited for him to finish writing, asked someone to come and seal the letter and send it out, and then helped him back to bed. She had never taken care of a patient like this before, and now she understood how worried and sleepless it would be when someone close to her got sick. In the past half month, not only Xi Zhuoyu had lost a lot of weight, but Jiang Yuchao had lost even more weight.
She had been staying by Xi Zhuoyu's side all this time, and had to watch over him at night. Xi Zhuoyu was not very willing to let her wash his body at first, but since he was unconscious last time, vomiting in a half-awake state, and was wiped all over by Jiang Yuchao, he never said a word. He gave up, he couldn't bear it anymore, he thought, when he recovered from the illness, he would seriously consider how to pursue his die-hard fans.
There was a dog barking outside, and it barked several times. Xi Zhuoyu heard it and looked at Jiang Yuchao pitifully. There was a moist innocence in his eyes, which made people feel soft-hearted.
Jiang Yuchao struggled for a moment: "The doctor said that you are sick, so it is best not to get close to those dogs."
Xi Zhuoyu hadn't sucked a dog for several days, and she felt uncomfortable. She half-lay on the bed, covered with the quilt obediently, and said, "I'll just take a look at them, I won't touch them. They haven't seen me for a long time, they must miss me. If I don't let them see me, they will howl for a long time at night, and it will keep you awake."
Even if the dogs didn't bark, she couldn't sleep at night. Jiang Yuchao's hard heart would never work on her idol, so she quickly surrendered and ran out like a thief to sneak two or three big dogs that used to follow Xi Zhuoyu into the house.
When the big dogs saw Xi Zhuoyu, they were so happy that they were about to pounce forward, but Jiang Yuchao grabbed and pulled them back. She warned them, "Don't get too close, just watch!"
Xi Zhuoyu sat on the bed, leaning forward slightly, calling their names one by one, and then comforting them. The two sides communicated randomly in human language and dog language. Jiang Yuchao was like a prison boss, counting the time. After a while, he announced that the visiting time was up and pulled the dogs out again.
The old housekeeper came over and saw her dragging the dog, and asked suspiciously, "Princess, did you take the dog to show the prince?"
Jiang Yuchao: "No." She spoke straightforwardly and confidently, without any guilt about lying, so it was easy for others to trust her. The old housekeeper believed her temporarily and said to her: "That Princess Nasha, she's here again, it's really endless, saying she wants to visit the patient."
Jiang Yuchao: “Hit it out.”
She returned to Xi Zhuoyu, who heard the conversation outside and asked her, "Princess Nasha is annoying, right? Don't worry, she won't be bothering you anymore soon."
Jiang Yuchao: "Such a small problem doesn't bother me. I'm worried about your illness now... It hasn't gotten better. Is it because I've been too indulgent to you and can't let you go out casually?"
Seeing the doubt and guilt on her face, Xi Zhuoyu immediately comforted her: "Of course not. We must believe in science. This old custom has no basis at all. Really, I promise it will be fine soon."
After saying that, he hesitated and changed his sentence: "I'll try to get better quickly."
Seeing that Jiang Yuchao was still depressed, he sighed and asked in a worried tone, "I'm so sick that my fans don't like me anymore and don't want to listen to me anymore."
Jiang Yuchao said straight away: "Who said that! I will always love my brother!"
Xi Zhuoyu: “…” Alas, how can one say such things with such piety in his eyes
Because Xi Zhuoyu's illness never got better, the palace sent several medical officers to see her and prescribe medicine for her, but her condition kept recurring, leaving everyone helpless.
Xi Zhuoyu was carefully taken care of by everyone in the mansion. He suffered a lot, but his mentality was very good. When he was awake, he talked to Jiang Yuchao about everything. Only at this time would Jiang Yuchao forget about his illness and relax a little. Xi Zhuoyu was a person who was very good at taking care of others. Even at this time, he could comfort Jiang Yuchao calmly.
One month after the Dragon Boat Festival, Princess Nasha, who had been jumping around in Luodu, was locked up. Because of the war report from the border, General Xi's secret battle with other troops had been completely victorious, and he would escort the prisoners back to Luodu soon.
Jiang Yuchao finally understood why her brother had told her that Princess Nasha would soon no longer bother her.
"Last year, the other tribes suffered a natural disaster and invaded the border to plunder the people, causing a disaster. Although His Majesty seemed kind, he was more inclined to advocate war. On the surface, he appeased Princess Nasha and the envoys who came to Beijing, but secretly he had already ordered my father, General Xi, to mobilize the army to fight." Xi Zhuoyu explained to her slowly. He was pale and thinner than before. Now he could be described as "too weak to wear clothes".
Jiang Yuchao doesn't care about Princess Nasha now, she just wants her brother to recover. She has a bad premonition, watching □□ getting thinner day by day, and her spirit getting worse day by day, she feels a huge panic. Even when she suddenly came to this strange world alone and became another person, she has never been so panicked, as if the tower built in her heart is about to collapse, and she is standing under the tower.
Xi Zhuoyu couldn't comfort her anymore, so he told a joke in a dry voice. Seeing that she didn't laugh, he could only shut up.
In his heart, Laotie, Shengjiang and Laojiu have always been an indestructible and extremely brave "lone wolf", but at this moment, this lone wolf is like a puppy thrown out of its nest.
Xi Zhuoyu suddenly stood up, hugged Jiang Yuchao who was sitting next to her, and stroked her head, "Aidou, let me hug you, be happy."
A day later, Xi Zhuoyu developed a high fever again. This time, he was in a coma for two days and never woke up again.
Jiang Yuchao sat by the bed for a long time, while the old housekeeper and other servants cried outside. Guihua Gao and her mother Heijin Dagou came in. Heijin whimpered twice, lay down beside the couch to look at the person lying on it, and tried to use his head to push against the slender hand that had lost its temperature.
Jiang Yuchao picked her up and said to her, "He's not asleep, he's dead. You can't wake him up, you know?"
Heijin was lying beside, and it was not known whether he understood or not. His amber dog eyes drooped and he barked softly.
Jiang Yuchao stood up and asked for hot water and new clothes. She was ready to send her beloved one off. She washed his long hair carefully and wiped the familiar facial features with a soft cloth, thinking: Did he go back
It would be nice if he really went back, even if she could never see him again in this world.
The death of Prince Yuling caused a lot of grief in Luodu, and I don't know how many people sighed and lamented. Of course, when some people are sad, others are proud. Prince Yu, the man behind all this, finally smiled when he heard the news of Prince Yuling's death.
"So what if the heroine liked him? She's still dead."
The greening system was paralyzed, and saw that the emotional deviation value, which had been jumping back and forth before, suddenly rose steadily. It was probably after the death of the Jade King that the female protagonist's deviation value soared all the way, and now it has reached the top, and the deviation has been completed 100%.
But the retarded owner had told him not to remind her again, so there was no need for it to do so. It thought with a bit of gloating.
Princess Jiang Yuchao presided over the funeral of Prince Yuling. There were so many details that she was too busy to think about Xi Zhuoyu's sudden death. Until she suddenly heard a gossip rumor. It was the wives of two minor officials who came to pay their respects. They talked about several doctors who treated Prince Yuling and were imprisoned by His Majesty. Among them, Doctor Yang, who was probably too scared, committed suicide in prison.
"Why bother? Although His Majesty was angry, he locked them up and wanted to punish them, but he didn't directly order them to be beheaded. Maybe they would be released after a while after suffering some physical pain. Why did they commit suicide out of fear?"
"Yes, it's a pity for Doctor Yang. I remember that he is best at treating this kind of fever."
Jiang Yuchao's mind, which had been in a daze for a few days, suddenly became clear. She slowly narrowed her eyes and recalled Doctor Yang. She had a deep impression of this doctor because he was the first doctor to come to treat her brother. Later, His Majesty sent several more doctors over, and Doctor Yang was also there to help him write prescriptions.
He committed suicide because he was afraid. But what was he afraid of
Jiang Yuchao suddenly stood up. Because of some speculation that suddenly arose in her heart, she felt as if she was sunk into ice water, cold to the bone.
"You said that you want to see those imprisoned medical officers and the family of Doctor Yang who committed suicide?" You Wu, the captain of the palace guard, asked in surprise.
"Yes." Jiang Yuchao: "I suspect there is something else behind the prince's death. Captain Youwu, I need you to help me investigate this matter."
The author has something to say: Yes, this restraint will only be broken when the idol dies.
The next chapter will be very exciting. In order to avoid being scolded, I will update twice today.