"Are you hungry?" Lu Zhishan asked softly, "You've been sleeping for three days."
The child lay on the pillow and shook his head a little dullly: "I'm not hungry, I just feel pain."
Lu Zhishan had no choice but to sit beside the bed and worry, thinking that he would have Qin Luxin draw up a prescription tomorrow to relieve the child's pain.
When Jixiang hurried in with milk tea, Mu Nanzhi had already fallen asleep again. Jixiang looked at Lu Zhishan with the tray, and Lu Zhishan motioned for her to go down, so she had to go down again with milk tea.
Lu Zhishan looked at the child's wrinkled face and the beads of sweat on his face. He knew that the child was in severe pain, so he asked Jixiang to bring a basin of hot water in. He put a handkerchief on the child and carefully gave it to the child. Wiping the face, and then wiping the child's neck and shoulders all the way down...
The warm handkerchief gently wiped the child's body, comforting the child in pain. The child's frown slowly relaxed, his breathing gradually calmed down, and he slept soundly.
Lu Zhishan wiped the child carefully from head to toe. The child was already in so much pain, and it would be even worse if he was covered in sweat, so he was reluctant to let the child suffer a little.
After wiping the child's body, Lu Zhishan washed his own face with water. The child had been crying and screaming in pain, and he was sweating profusely as he watched and listened.
"Cousin..." He just put down the veil when he heard the sleeping child say in a daze, "...are you scared?"
Lu Zhishan's eyes suddenly became hot again. He gently sat on the edge of the bed, gently stroked the child's soft hair with his big hands, and whispered: "Isn't that true? You are a bad girl, you are going to scare your cousin." died."
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That night.
Prince Gong's Mansion.
study.
"Although the prince was not killed this time, it was not too bad. Prince Ning and Princess Ning were seriously injured by the prince and almost died. Now Prince Ning must hate the prince to death," Prince Gongjun Lu Zhichuan said in a good mood. Taiping Houkui looked at the tea bowl with undisguised pride, "As long as the prince is unlucky, I will be happy."
The deputy general looked worried: "But Your Majesty, what if the Crown Prince becomes suspicious of us? After all, the Crown Prince is not easy to fool."
"Now that the assassin has taken poison and died, even my father has ordered not to mention this matter again. Even if he is suspicious, what can he do? Isn't it possible that he wants to poke my father and he is not happy? Today, the queen mother summoned the king and the prince to the palace together. Although he didn't say it explicitly during the meal, he secretly reminded the prince, asking him to be calm and obedient, and not to offend his father. The prince is not stupid and will naturally understand." Lu Zhichuan curled his lips and said sarcastically, " You don’t understand the prince. Even if he is really confirmed to be the master of this king, he would not dare to do anything to me. Doesn’t he always value filial piety and brotherhood the most? Doesn’t the father value his hypocrisy? Is it possible that he, the most filial and kind prince, wants to kill his own brother? If that is the case, do you think the father will let him continue to sit here? Where is the Crown Prince of the East Palace?"
"Everything the prince said makes sense," the guard hurriedly agreed, paused, and then asked in a low voice, "The prince's forbearance is only temporary. If the prince inherits the throne in the future and settles the accounts again, how will the prince handle himself?"