Originally thought that as long as the ending of Mu Yang's death in battle was changed, Mu Yang's life could be rewritten, but he didn't expect this to happen.
There is no mention in the book of Mu Yang's illness.
Could it be that it is because the ending cannot be changed at all, so even if Mu Yang is prevented from dying in battle, Mu Yang will be killed in another way
The more Wen Yantong thought about it, the colder his hands and feet became, and when he looked at the red spot on Mu Yang's arm, he felt his eyes hurting.
Seeing her ugly face, Mu Yang pulled down his sleeves, smiled and said, "This erythema is neither painful nor itchy. I think it's a sequela left over from the past two days, so it shouldn't be a serious problem."
Wen Yantong stared at him blankly, and didn't tell him about the corpse he saw today, but only asked, "Did you find anything when you went to the clinic earlier?"
Mu Yang said nonchalantly, "Perhaps it's because Yibei's doctors are relatively backward, and they said they don't know what kind of disease it is."
"Then what's your usual discomfort?" Wen Yantong said.
Mu Yang shook his head, "No, I'm fine!"
As he spoke, he patted his chest and smiled brightly.
Things are not that simple. Wen Yantong was clear in her heart, she said, "You drink some potion first, the weather is so hot, maybe it's because the temperature is too high."
Mu Yang nodded in agreement.
After Wen Yantong bid farewell to Mu Yang, he immediately asked someone to invite Chi Jingxi back as soon as he returned.
Chi Jingxi came back that night, asked Wen Yantong briefly about the matter, and immediately rushed to Mu Yang's room.
At that time, Mu Yang seemed to be asleep, but after being woken up, he was listless and sleepy.
Chi Jingxi lifted his clothes to check, and found that the red spots on his arms were spreading to his chest, densely packed.
Mu Yang rubbed the erythema with his hands, "What the hell is this? Why don't I feel anything?"
Chi Jingxi said, "Don't sleep, I'll send a military doctor to see you right away."
The military doctor was a famous doctor brought from Chaoge. He was a middle-aged man named Lin Ye who had been living in the military camp where he was stationed. Chi Jingxi passed him to Yibei City overnight.
That night, the house was brightly lit, Mu Yang was checked over and over by Lin Ye, and finally shook his head helplessly.
Mu Yang himself was also afraid, but when he saw Chi Jingxi sitting beside him with a gloomy face, he couldn't help comforting him, "I'm fine now, maybe the spots will disappear in a few days."
Lin Ye also said, "Young commander, don't worry, I'll try to prescribe some medicine for Young Master Mu to see if it works."
Chi Jingxi didn't say anything, she just asked Mu Yang to rest well and don't worry in a calm voice.
The next day Fu Zixian heard about Mu Yang's illness, so he hurried back, sat and chatted with Mu Yang for a while, and Mu Yang said he was sleepy before leaving.
He didn't look like a patient at all, his mood didn't fluctuate much, he should eat and sleep, and occasionally quarreled with Wen Yantong when he had nothing to do, it looked no different from usual.
Wen Yantong was not idle either, she suspected that Mu Yang was not the only one suffering from this disease, but she was not sure if it was an infectious disease, so she asked people to go to the city to find out the news.
Chi Jingxi was most worried. In the next few days, he almost recruited all the famous doctors around Yibei, and the house was filled with the smell of medicine.
Mu Yang is drinking various medicines every day, but the actual effect has not been seen, and the erythema is still spreading.
Later, when he smelled the medicine, he felt nauseated, but in order not to worry Chi Jingxi, he obediently took the medicine bowl and drank it up after the nausea.
Mu Yang's energy diminished at a speed visible to the naked eye, at first he was able to play around in the house, but later he only stayed in the room, and his face became paler and paler.
Wen Yantong went to visit Mu Yang, and as soon as he entered the door, he smelled a smell of fat and powder.
"What's the matter? Is there a girl secretly hiding here?" Wen Yantong jokingly walked to the bed, and saw Mu Yang lying on it, his face was much rosier than yesterday, and there was color on his lips. Seeing Wen Yantong Then he smiled.
"Do you feel better?" Wen Yantong sat down next to the bed.
Mu Yang said, "That's natural, it's just that I played a little late yesterday, so I got sleepy a little early today."
Wen Yantong said, "You still don't have a good rest at this time."
Mu Yang said, "Maybe because I slept too much during the day, I seem to be going out for a walk."
"Wait a little longer." Wen Yantong said, "When you find a way to get rid of the erythema on your body, you can go out and ride your horse and sing."
Mu Yang was so well-behaved, he answered everything he said.
After talking to Wen Yantong for a while, he yawned a lot and said he was going to sleep.
Wen Yantong knew that he was tired, so after a few words of advice, he left.
As soon as he went out, Wen Yantong's face suddenly sank.
Wen Yantong went to look for Chi Jingxi after taking a bath at night.
Chi Jingxi has been worrying about Mu Yang these days, and he doesn't look very energetic. When he sees that Wen Yantong is here, he puts down the book in his hand and greets him.
Wen Yantong said, "Reading?"
"It's a brief list of local diseases and epidemics in Yibei. No one can tell the truth about Yang'er's strange disease. I want to see if I can find any related cases." Chi Jingxi frowned, as if he had been reading it for a long time.
Wen Yantong sighed for a long time, with worry between his brows, "Mu Xingyi's body is getting worse day by day, although this disease doesn't seem to be painful, but it almost sucks up Mu Xingyi's popularity gone."
Everyone can see Mu Yang getting weaker day by day, even though he pretends to cover it up.
Chi Jingxi said, "I'm trying to figure out a way."
Wen Yantong said, "He is strong, and he is afraid that we will worry. I went to see him today and found that he used rouge to moisturize his face and lips, and he smelled a fragrance when he got close."
Chi Jingxi was silent for a long time after hearing this, and then said slowly, "He himself is more afraid than anyone else."
Chi Jingxi and Mu Yang grew up together when they were young, so they naturally know Mu Yang very well. Although he forced a smile on his face, Chi Jingxi could tell that Mu Yang was actually very afraid of this disease, but he just didn't want to worry the people around him.
In the past few days, Chi Jingxi has done his best, sleeping for two or three hours a day, just to read all the disease records in Yibei, and also let people visit everywhere, asking if there is any precedent for this disease.
Wen Yantong has been thinking about this too. In the original book, she remembered that there was once a plague in Chang'an, which was deliberately thrown by Chi Jingxi's imperial enemies in Chang'an City, and the disease was also covered with red spots.
But the difference is that the plague in the plot of the original book not only had erythema, but also accompanied symptoms such as headache, coughing up blood, skin bleeding, and persistent high fever. But Mu Yang had no other symptoms except erythema and weight loss, so she wasn't sure if it was the plague or not.
She frowned and sighed, with unresolved sorrow on her face, Chi Jingxi walked up to her, and rubbed the center of her brows with her soft fingertips, "Don't worry, I will find a way."
Wen Yantong suddenly felt a sore nose, thinking that Mu Yang was usually active and active, but now he was so weak after contracting the disease, his eyes were hot.
Holding back her tears, she raised her arms to hug Chi Jingxi's waist, and said sullenly, "We must think of a way to get rid of him."
Chi Jingxi could only gently stroke her head, and said in a low voice, "Yes."
It was late at night, and the house was quiet, with the occasional sound of guards patrolling.
Mu Yang couldn't fall asleep, he hugged the pillow and got off the bed, his servants rushed up to ask him what he was doing, but he just waved his hands and didn't answer.
He opened the door without even wearing shoes, and walked to Fu Zixian's door with bare feet, and the guards on both sides stepped aside one after another.
Mu Yang gently knocked on the door, and said in a low voice, "Fu Zixian, Fu Zixian, are you asleep?"
Naturally, Fu Zixian did not sleep, and immediately got off the bed after hearing Mu Yang's voice, and opened the door for him personally, seeing Mu Yang's pale face, he hurriedly pulled him into the room.
"Is it because you feel unwell?" Fu Zixian asked Mu Yang to sit down while asking someone to bring in a basin of water.
Mu Yang lost a lot of weight, and the bones in his wrist became obvious, he said, "No."
Fu Zixian said softly, "Then why did you come to see me?"
"I want to sleep with you tonight." Mu Yang looked at him bluntly.
It wasn't the first time that Mu Yang made such a request, but in the past, he always gave orders with arrogance and even some outrageousness, but this was the first time that he gave such a request.
Fu Zixian immediately rolled his eyes with a smile, "Okay."
The water came in after a while, and Fu Zixian knelt down to wipe Mu Yang's feet.
Mu Yang's legs, including his feet, were covered with erythema, the servants were actually afraid of the disease, so they dared not approach Mu Yang at all on weekdays. That's why Fu Zixian did it himself.
After wiping it clean, Mu Yang took the initiative to lie on the couch, put the thin silk on his body, and looked at the top of the bed with wide eyes.
After Fu Zixian lay down, the lights in the room were turned off. He knew that Mu Yang had something to say, so he quietly waited for him to speak.
After a while, Mu Yang really moved, and the first sentence he opened his mouth was, "What will a person be like after death?"
Fu Zixian was slightly startled, but his voice was steady, "I don't know."
Mu Yang said, "That's right, maybe only the dead know about it."
Fu Zixian said, "Yes."
Mu Yang was silent for a moment, then said again, "I think I'm going to die."
Fu Zixian immediately answered, "Don't talk nonsense, it won't happen."
"It's true." Mu Yang said, "I can feel it."
Fu Zixian could hear the tremor in his voice, and knew that he was afraid, so he said softly, "Mu Xingyi, you will be fine, the young master and I are looking for a cure for your illness, there are so many famous doctors in Shaojing, There must be one that can cure your disease."
"I'm afraid we won't be able to wait until that time." Mu Yang said with some tears, "When I came to Yibei regardless of my father's objection, I had already made up my mind that even if I died in battle here, as long as I was with you , but I didn't expect to die of illness, and I would lose all face."
"Nonsense." Fu Zixian frowned.
Mu Yang said, "This place is too far away from home. I don't want to die here. When the bones are transported back, I'm afraid they will stink and attract bugs."
He sniffed and wiped away his tears quietly.
Fu Zixian didn't know how to comfort him, he just said, "Don't worry, we will definitely cure you."
The two were talking when someone knocked on the door suddenly.
Fu Zixian sat up and asked his servants to open the door. Then I saw Yantong and Chi Jingxi walking in one after the other.
The lamp was lit again in the room, and Mu Yang's red eyes could be seen clearly, his eyelashes were still wet. When Wen Yantong saw it, he bent his eyes and smiled, "I knew you were here, come on, I made sweet porridge for you, come and taste it."
Mu Yangqiang cheered up, "Can you still make sweet porridge?"
Wen Yantong asked his servants to put the wooden barrel on the table, and served a bowl himself, "My mother taught me this when I was a child. If I didn't see you sick this time, I wouldn't do it."
Chi Jingxi said from the side, "Yang Er, come here."
Mu Yang rubbed his eyes as if nothing had happened, and got off the bed, "Brother Xi, why are you here in the middle of the night?"
Chi Jingxi rubbed the top of his hair, "I came to see you secretly crying."
Mu Yang snorted lightly, "I didn't."
Wen Yantong took advantage of the opportunity and handed him a bowl of sweet porridge, so several of them sat side by side on the soft couch.
Wen Yantong and Fu Zixian were silent most of the time, listening quietly. It was Mu Yang and Chi Jingxi who were chatting. At first Chi Jingxi talked more, talking about the past, and then talking about what Mu Yang said he wanted to do. Perhaps these words aroused Mu Yang's interest again. Although he was mentally weak, he gradually talked more.
After talking about it, Mu Yang really didn't have much energy, his voice became smaller and smaller, and he fell asleep holding the sweet porridge.
The other three healthy people also fell silent, silently drinking the sweet porridge in their hands.
After a long time, Mu Yang seemed to have fallen asleep, with his head tilted on Chi Jingxi's shoulder, and the bowl in his hand was still tightly held.
Wen Yantong drank the last sip from the bowl, chewed the sweet flesh, and said softly, "Don't worry, you will be fine."
The author has something to say: [Chi Jingxi's Little Diary]
August fourteenth:
Porridge... a bit too sweet.
Sweet as her words.