The body of Prince Ningxuan is really very, very bad.
Incurably ill, on the verge of death, incurable disease...almost all the words used to describe terminally ill patients who are about to die can be applied to him.
During the Spring Festival when Rong Tang just traveled to Dayu, the moment he opened his eyes, he turned over in pain and vomited blood.
For a moment, he thought he was feeling death.
After coming to his senses, Rong Tang lay on the bed and carefully experienced the feeling that this shell brought him.
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It's like walking on the road, and a heavily loaded truck roars through the traffic lights, first from the knees down, and quickly runs over a pair of calves. Before you can react to the pain, the truck driver realizes that he has taken the wrong road, and slowly backs up, slowly turns the steering wheel, and little by little, runs over different parts of your body.
Feet, legs, waist, abdomen, fingers, arms, up to the head and spirit.
There was no part that didn't hurt, no part that wasn't torn.
The cold pain originated from the bones, passed through the lungs, and then drilled into the pores of the skin, pulling at the nerves bit by bit, as if wanting to separate the body and soul completely.
It hurts the most when the weather is cold, and it gets better when it gets warmer. There was a time when the pain was unbearable for Rong Tang, and he joked to the system that if he traveled back to the modern era with this body, the Meteorological Bureau would worship him.
You can tell whether the weather is good or not by how much pain he is in.
But this kind of pain is not unbearable at all. At least after living with this shell day and night for seven years, Rong Tang can ignore the pain in his body most of the time.
This time of rebirth, he himself couldn't explain whether it was because he was away from the male protagonist and had less trouble, or because the medical skills of the doctors in the palace had become more advanced without his knowledge. Not only did he rarely faint, he even rarely felt the pain of tearing his bones and muscles.
So much so that he neglected the fact that he couldn't stand the slightest bit of wind, cold, or hunger...
Not to mention staying awake all night, worrying too much.
Rong Tang grabbed Su Huaijing. The grievance he felt at that moment was magnified infinitely. The sky and the earth in front of him seemed to be spinning. He only had time to mutter to Su Huaijing that he felt uncomfortable, and saw the sudden out-of-control panic on his face. The fatigue that had been suppressed all night suddenly surged into his brain.
Rong Tang closed his eyes and fainted.
The morning light was bright and the birds were chirping. He fainted in Su Huaijing's arms, his fingers tightly grasping his sleeves, like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw.
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When he woke up again, all he saw was an unfamiliar large bed, which was much larger than the one in Song Yuan, and even several inches larger than the bed he had in Ning Xuan Palace. Rong Tang raised his hand, but found that he had no strength to lift it.
He opened his mouth to call for help, but his voice came out so hoarse that even he couldn't hear himself.
He was stunned, and before he could call the system to ask about the specific situation, there was a slight creaking sound from the door, and light from outside came in. Rong Tang realized that it was daytime.
Shuangfu came in holding a tray with a bowl of medicine on it. He walked lightly around the screen. The moment he saw Rong Tang open his eyes, he paused, and then tears as big as beans rolled down his eyes.
He was sobbing: "Master..."
Rong Tang struggled to get his fingers out from under the quilt, raised them, and said in a hoarse voice: "Don't cry, he's not dead."
"Puh, puh, puh!!!" Shuangfu's tears rolled down his cheeks, but his eyes widened. He was bold enough to glare at his master, "How can the young master speak like that!"
Rong Tang felt inexplicably happy seeing him like this.
He still remembered how the child knelt in front of his bed and almost fell down when he stood up when he started over again in this life.
Rong Tang smiled, regained some strength, and said very tactfully, "I said the wrong thing."
Shuangfu's anger disappeared. He walked to the bed, placed the tray on a small table beside him, and carefully helped Rong Tang up as if he were a porcelain figure. He also got two soft pillows to support his lower back, and then began to feed him medicine.
Rong Tang wanted to drink it himself, but Shuangfu rolled his eyes at him and said unhappily, "Master, do you have any strength in your hands?"
Rong Tang: “…”
So fierce.
How come he is the same as Su Huaijing
He stopped talking in dismay, and while drinking the medicine, Shuangfu kept mumbling, "You suddenly fainted that day and scared us. The Second Prince even came to the courtyard to ask about the situation. The Third Prince originally wanted you to recuperate in Song Garden, but the Lord disagreed and ordered us to pack up and return to the capital."
Rong Tang finally had the chance to ask, "Where is this?"
Who knew that when the words fell, Shuangfu looked at him with an expression that became even more indescribable, revealing a strong resentment: "Master, you really... Don't say this in front of my husband."
Rong Tang: “?”
"You gave the house to someone else, and you said you were going to this place to be lazy, and now you ask me where this is?" Shuangfu took advantage of his lack of strength and said sullenly, "I feel sorry for you when I hear this."
Rong Tang: “?”
He was stunned for a moment, blinked his eyes, and wondered from the bottom of his heart: "Which side are you from?"
Shuangfu: "Whoever is right is on my side. Anyway, you are wrong this time, young master."
Rong Tang was almost so angry that he laughed: "What's wrong with me that I ignored it?"
The bowl of medicine was quickly finished. This time it wasn't too bitter. Rong Tang felt more and more that Su Huaijing had remembered the prescription wrong. Then he heard Shuangfu ask, "Did you not sleep all night on your last night in Songyuan?"
The young master’s smile froze on his face: “…” Ah, this.
Shuangfu: "Are you still very hungry in the middle of the night, but you don't think about filling your stomach and let it growl?"
Rong Tang: “…” Ah this.
Shuangfu saw his guilty expression and snorted, "Are you still holding back a lot of thoughts but not telling anyone, and you've been thinking about them all night?"
Rong Tang was completely silent. He raised his eyes, looked Shuangfu up and down for several times, and asked with difficulty: "You stayed up late at night and ran into my room to spy on me?"
Shuangfu was even more surprised: "Master, you are a patient yourself, don't you know that a doctor can tell everything by just taking the pulse?"
He held back his words, and held them back again. Originally, he still remembered his status and didn't dare to say anything too harsh, but he couldn't help it and asked sincerely, "How dare you?"
How dare you
At home and in the courtyard, from the princess and her husband to the servants and maids, who is not taking care of their young master in every detail? How come he has no awareness of being a patient at all? Is he afraid of dying
After the doctor finished his consultation, Shuangfu went into the room and saw Su Huaijing's face was so gloomy that he felt as if he was standing on an icy lake, freezing coldly just standing there.
Shuangfu shuddered physiologically when he thought of that time.
Rong Tang asked, "How long have I been unconscious?"
Shuangfu: "Seven days."
"…" Rong Tang was silent for a moment, then asked, "Where is Su Huaijing?"
Shuangfu: "My husband has been taking care of you for seven days without taking off his clothes. He told me this morning that you would probably wake up today, and asked me to boil some medicine to feed you at this hour, and then he went to take a bath and rest."
When Rong Tang heard the first half of the sentence, he couldn't help but feel distressed and guilty. He was about to get out of bed after lifting the quilt when he heard the second half of the sentence. He was stunned for a moment: "Going to rest?"
Shuangfu: “Yeah.”
Rong Tang sorted out his logic: "He took care of me for seven days, then told you that I would probably wake up today, and then turned around and went to rest by himself?"
Shuangfu looked at him with pity: "That's right."
Rong Tang: “…”
Shuangfu nodded with a look of "you just knew" on his face, "very angry. No one in the house dared to make a sound these days. Occasionally we saw Langjun come out to boil medicine for you, or bring water to wipe your body, and we all stayed away from him."
He couldn't explain why. When they were in Ningxuan Palace and Songyuan, they all thought that Su Huaijing was the best and kindest man. Some servants and maids even gossiped about him privately, saying that the young master was lucky to have such a man. He was neither arrogant nor squeamish. He and the young master were the easiest people to serve in the whole palace.
But when Rong Tang fell ill and didn't open his eyes for seven days, the guys who came to Yong'an Lane to serve him saw that Su Huaijing's face became colder and colder day by day, and he looked more and more terrifying day by day.
He still doesn't put on airs or act squeamish, and doesn't even want anyone to serve him.
He personally prepared the medicine for Rong Tang to drink. Every evening, he would bring a basin of warm water and a towel into the room, wipe Rong Tang's body and change his clothes before coming out. He would stay by his bedside at night and almost never leave the room all day.
But everyone just thinks he is scary.
I can't explain the reason.
Shuangfu even thought that the reason why Su Huaijing didn't wait for Rong Tang to get up was because he knew that he was really scary now, so he went to sleep slowly to avoid scaring the prince.
He is a servant born in the Princess's Mansion and grew up with Rong Tang. He should have obeyed his master in everything, but this time, Shuangfu would rather let Langjun scare the young master. How dare he not take care of his body
He sighed heavily, but couldn't help but be partial to Rong Tang, and reminded him: "You should think about how to coax your husband, he is really very angry this time."
Shuangfu took the medicine bowl and went out. Rong Tang sat on the bed for a long time, then raised his hand and covered his face: "It's over..."
He took a deep breath and called the system, but for some reason, he couldn't call it out for a long time. Rong Tang frowned, thinking that it had gone into hibernation again. He waited until he had recovered his strength, got up and changed his clothes.
There was no sticky feeling on my body, and it didn't feel like I had been lying in bed for seven days. It was just like I had just taken a nap. When I woke up, except for feeling a little sore, I felt surprisingly energetic.
If he didn't know clearly that he had fainted from vomiting, Rong Tang would even think that Shuangfu's words just now were all lies.
The clothes were hung on the hanger. Rong Tang took them off one by one. When he was about to put on his undershirt, he caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of his eye and was stunned.
He raised his arm to the light and saw a few tiny red dots like pinholes around the blood vessels.
Looking further along, there are even some on the back of the hands, densely packed, one on top of another.
Did you use acupuncture this time
Doctor Chen is not good at acupuncture. Did Su Huaijing invite a doctor from outside
Rong Tang panicked when he thought of the villain's name. He sighed, put down his arms, changed his clothes and went out. The sun hadn't even moved above his head yet.
Shuangfu said that the doctor had advised him to eat some liquid food as the first meal after waking up, so Rong Tang sat on the corridor in front of Su Huaijing's door with a small bowl in his hand, sipping porridge in small sips while staring at the door eagerly.
After drinking the porridge, he started reading a storybook. At half past the afternoon, when the sun was setting, Shuangfu brought him another bowl of medicine and advised him to go back to his room and wait. Rong Tang shook his head and refused decisively.
Su Huaijing has been guarding me for seven days. He should at least make sure that the first thing his son sees when he wakes up and opens the door, right
Rong Tang stubbornly sat on the railing of the corridor and waited. When he felt tired, he stood up and walked around. When he felt tired, he sat for a while again.
The light and shadow in the courtyard shifted little by little, and the shadows cast by the trees gradually became a whole until they merged into the night.
Occasionally, someone would pass by, which would make Rong Tang look up. The expectation in his bright eyes was extremely obvious. He would stare for two seconds, and when he found that the door did not move at all, he would lower his head in gloom and continue to wait for the next sound.
Xingfeng watched from the dark and inexplicably remembered a kitten that his master once raised in Shu.
It is also like this, waiting obediently and sensibly for its master to occasionally take a moment to play with it during the day. Just that short moment is enough for it to happily entertain itself for the whole day.
Xingfeng was a little frightened and turned around and walked into the house through the secret door. He was shocked by the scene in front of him.
Su Huaijing was not sleeping. On the contrary, he was sitting at the desk with a thin gold chain around his wrist and his eyes lowered, apparently thinking about something.
The chain extended from Su Huaijing's fingers, all the way down the floor to the front of the bed. All the wooden boards on the stepbed were removed and replaced with a five-foot-high cage.
The cage frame is made of soft gold, and each frame body is wrapped with gold wire with patterns. Luxurious and beautiful roses are intertwined and painted with cinnabar.
The cage just framed the entire bed, and the chain extended inside through the cage door, and it was unknown where it would be tied in the end.
Xingfeng instinctively sensed the danger, and dared not think about it anymore, nor dared to look at it any more, and quickly lowered his head: "Master."
Su Huaijing didn't respond. He just lowered his eyes and looked at the cage thoughtfully. His gaze returned to the table. He seemed a little dissatisfied and frowned. He suddenly asked, "It's too short. What do you think?"
Xing Feng was slightly startled: "What did the master say?"
Su Huaijing raised his hand, and the chains collided with a crisp sound. He pointed at the cage and said, "It's too low. If Tangtang gets tired and wants to stand up, he will hit his head."
Xingfeng's eyes widened, his heart trembling slightly, and he didn't dare to respond at all.
Su Huaijing, however, picked up the brush as if nothing had happened, added a few strokes on a piece of paper on the table, and threw it to Xingfeng: "Ask the craftsman to make another one according to this size and send it over."
He paused and said critically, "Repaint the flowers on top too. They're too ugly."
He stood up, took off the chain, and glanced at the sky outside. He seemed to be talking to himself, or to Xingfeng. He frowned slightly, a little troubled: "I don't really want to go out. I don't want to see Tangtang."
Rong Tang, who can move, talk, laugh, and act coquettishly towards him with bright eyes.
Su Huaijing didn't want to see him at all at this time.
Evil thoughts were surging in his heart. He just wanted to capture Rong Tang and lock him up. He didn't want him to move around in the vast world anymore. He didn't want him to faint silently just after he was out of his sight for a moment.
The moment his fingers touched the pulse, Su Huaijing almost thought that Rong Tang was going back to heaven to be his little Bodhisattva.
He carefully took care of his body for two months, but in the end he was unable to withstand the attack of anger, excessive worry, and sleepless nights...
Su Huaijing was so ironic that he wanted to give Rong Tang an acupuncture injection to force him to wake up and ask for clarification, instead of suppressing his temper and slowly treating him.
Su Huaijing thought, it would be better to just lock him up.
There were so many unpredictable variables and he didn't like any of them.
He hated anyone who could cause Rong Tang's mood swings, but there were always such people out there.
"I want to lock him up." Su Huaijing said softly, but quickly denied himself: "But he won't like it."
It’s better not to meet.
Wait one more night, and after I have suppressed those thoughts, I will go see Rong Tang.
But when he made up his mind to rest, Xingfeng reminded him in a low voice: "Master, it's windy outside."
The night is dark, the calendar has reached April 15th, the moon is bright in the sky, and people are reunited on earth.
"Ah Qiu!" Rong Tang suddenly sneezed.
Su Huaijing opened the door and looked down at the person sitting on the corridor in front of the door with a serious look.
Rong Tang was wiping his nose with his head down. The moment he heard the noise, he looked up. His eyes were more moving than the moonlight and his joy was not concealed. He was simply the cutest and most well-behaved domestic animal in the world.
"You're awake!"
(End of this chapter)