In the Yuanshuang Pavilion, Lu Siqing saluted Mu Cheng, and then said:

"My aunt has worked too weekdays, and she has suffered a heavy cold at night, so the fever does not go away, and she is too worried to worry about it, and there is a knot in her heart, and the depression is difficult to relieve, so she does not wake up from the nightmare," he paused and hesitated, and then said:

"I prescribe a prescription to decoction first, but heart disease still needs a heart medicine doctor, if she can't eat or drink, she can't ...... medicine."

Mu Cheng played with the jade wrench in his hand and said coldly: "Lu Siqing, did this prince ask you to report her condition?"

Lu Siqing was stunned, and looked up at Zhuang Lian on the side, Zhuang Lian glanced at him, and complained bitterly in his heart. I don't know what is wrong with the prince in the past two days, as soon as he comes back that day, he let people seal the West Garden, and even Lord Suzaku sent someone to pack up Dr. Mei's luggage, he let him drive him out of the house; he locked himself in the Yuanshuang Pavilion overnight, and he didn't get out of bed for ten days and a half......

The cold face is not close to people, and more often it is in a daze.

touched the Go in a daze, and then asked Zhuang Lian cowardly, why do you feel that the time of the day is always gone......

When I was eating, I looked at the empty chair opposite in a daze, and I couldn't come back to my senses for a while, and when I came back to my senses, I put down my chopsticks and walked out, not wanting to eat......

Zhuang Lian guessed that the abnormality of the prince must be related to Dr. Mei, who no longer returned home.

However, Dr. Mei is back, why is the world still so abnormal?

Here, Lu Si replied soberly: "It's a lot of trouble, and such things shouldn't bother Lord Shizi." I just thought that there were ten days left before the New Year, and if someone in the prince's mansion died, it would be a great bad luck......"

With a crisp snap, Zhuang Lian was shocked to see the jade wrench in Shizi's hand cracking into several petals and falling to the ground, Mu Cheng strode towards Lu Siqing with a blue face, grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up, and asked in a trembling voice:

"Who is going to die?!"

Lu Siqing's expression was calm, "What to eat and vomit, even if it is not a continuous high fever, the patient's body will collapse at once; ”

"Are you fooling this son?!" he said angrily, how could this be? Seeing her in good spirits two days ago, how could she be seriously ill overnight? No, no......

"If it's an ordinary illness, can't my aunt cure it herself?" Lu Siqing said: "If the prince doesn't believe it, he can ask for another master." ”

Mu Cheng's face gradually turned pale, he threw away Lu Siqing, strode towards her wing in the West Garden of Yuanshuang Pavilion, and when he saw the dumb slave in the flower hall, he asked:

"I ask you, why on earth did she get sick?"

The dumb slave looked at him coldly, and before Mu Cheng could react, he was punched to the left side of his face, and he staggered backwards without defense and hit the blue and white porcelain plum bottle behind him, and the porcelain bottle shattered to the ground with a bang. Mingshu beside him hurriedly helped Mu Cheng and asked anxiously:

"Has the prince hurt anything?" turned to look up at the dumb slave and said angrily: "Come on, ...... this dumb man who injured the son."

"Mingshu," Mu Cheng straightened up and reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, "Forget it, you step back first." ”

After Mingshu retreated, only the two of them were left in the huge flower hall, Mu Cheng calmed down and said to the dumb slave:

"Is her illness related to entering the palace the night before to diagnose and treat Chen Guifei?"

The dumb slave's indifferent eyes did not hide her unfulfilled anger, "the garment," said the dumb slave, "she took off her blood-stained garment from the moment she stepped out of the palace gate and into the carriage. ”

Mu Cheng's expression was shocked, and he saw his lips move again, and said, "She hasn't slept all night, she has spent her energy, and she is only wearing a middle coat, how can she not be protected from the wind and cold?"

The dumb slave's eyes were full of self-reproach and pain, "She vomited as soon as she ate, and she said she felt disgusting...... She was always dreaming and never woke up...... What does the doctor say, when will she get better?"

Nightmares, vomiting...... Is this the reason why she said that she never treats pregnant women? Thinking of Lu Siqing's words, Mu Cheng's face turned a little paler, his dark eyes were dark, and he said categorically:

"She's going to be fine!"

In any case, he wouldn't let her have anything to do.

Dong Ming and Nan Xue in the wing room were pulling the quilt for her, and when Mu Cheng came in, he saw a mess on the ground, and the house was filled with the smell of food and decoction, he frowned and said:

"Or spit?"

"I vomited twice, and I changed the girl's clothes, but Nanxue was useless, and she still couldn't feed the girl. After the subordinates cleaned up the ground, Dongming brought the freshly fried medicine, and Mu Cheng said, "Let the cook boil some porridge and water." ”

When Nan Xue held the warm porridge, Mu Cheng, who had been sitting on the edge of the bed, said lightly: "Put it down, you guys retreat first, it's good to have me here." ”

Nanxue glanced at Dongming in amazement, and the two retreated together with a tacit understanding, and closed the door of the wing room with their hands.

"Mei Ziyan, I said I wouldn't see you, but we met again. Mu Cheng's indifferent expression finally disappeared at this time, he picked up her groggy and let her lean into his arms, looked at her pale face and lost her bloody lips, and whispered in her ear:

"You remember, it's you who turned back, it was you who bumped into it again. ”

He lowered his head and pressed it down, slowly touching her lips, inch by inch, breathing, her lips were soft and cold, like flowers floating on water, he only felt that he was almost lost, forgetting his original intention. After touching it carefully, he bit it suddenly, she screamed in pain in the dream and he pinched her chin and knocked her teeth open, she frowned and subconsciously turned her face, but he didn't let her go, drank a sip of porridge and lowered his head and fed it.

After a few mouthfuls, she spat on him again.

He didn't dodge. Letting his white brocade dress be stained with filth, he just let her lie on his shoulder, and his right hand, still wrapped in gauze, gently patted her back and whispered in her ear:

"Mei Ziyan, you did a good thing, you have to wash the clothes for this son when you wake up, if you dare not wash my clothes, I will let Qing'er bite you!"

He still insisted on feeding her porridge, just taking small bites of it, and I don't know how many hours it took, she finally ate half a bowl of porridge, and Mu Cheng was already embarrassed. He simply tore off his robe, ran his fingers over the corner of her swollen lip bitten by him, and sighed:

"Mei Ziyan, you have been slighted by me for almost an hour, don't you want to open your eyes and slap me, a disciple? But don't worry, as long as you open your eyes, it doesn't matter if you slap or stab, whatever......" Her eyelashes fluttered lightly with her black and long wings, and he closed his eyes and gently pecked a kiss on her lips, saying:

"When you wake up, I won't force you to do anything, even if you still don't want to see me again, that's fine. ”

"Mei Ziyan, smell it, taste it, what kind of taste is this? It's bitter, it's a decoction. There was no blood, no fishy smell, no shrill cries, you listen, it was quiet all around, and if you heard anything, I tell you, it was just the sound of snow falling on the eaves. Nothing unpleasant happened. ”

He let her bite his hand, and the decoction from the spoon leaked through her teeth.

"It may have been scary, but it's gone. You came to Tiandu, you met me, you took my two medicine mountains by all means and have not returned them so far, you were bitten by Qing'er, do you remember? You are very afraid of snakes, but you are not afraid of me......"

"I don't know what you've encountered, but you've forgotten about those people. No matter how powerful you are, you're just a doctor, not a Yama who is in charge of life and death in the world, there are so many unpredictable things in the world, we can only do our best and not force it, right?"

At dawn, a bowl of soup was finally fed.

He stroked the red and swollen pinhole on her wrist, sighed almost inaudibly, and said:

"Mei Ziyan, I'm sick too, I don't know if you will prescribe regret medicine?"

If he knew that the price of saving Shen Biyan was her resolute turn, and her depression was unbearable, would he still beg her?

Shen Biyan treats him, or he treats Shen Biyan, for half a year, things are wrong.

He couldn't remember, and he couldn't think that maybe it was when Huzhou was easy to get along with her, maybe it was earlier, when he knew that she had other plans, and he was still willing to make an exception for her to play a song of floating plums on the pillow on the pillow when he knew that she had other plans...... Or maybe even earlier, when I heard the sound of singing a song like a mountain spring in the bamboo forest of Yuanjue Temple......

But in the center of her eyes, she couldn't fit anyone, and she smiled brightly and wantonly at everyone, but she had no heart or lungs.

From the beginning he did not believe her nonsense, saying that she liked him, but later he took her lies to heart, and as the days went by, he hoped that it might become true.

When he finally knew where the nameless anger that burned in his heart when he saw her intimacy with another man came from, and when he was willing to admit his feelings, she told him that it was just a game, and that she was tired of it now.

Although he pities her, he will not forget the thorn between him and her because of pity.

He didn't notice that her brows gradually relaxed, only that she began to heat and sweat in his arms. He called Dongming and Nanxue to come in and wipe her clothes, and walked to the pomegranate tree as thick as the bowl mouth of Yuanshuang Pavilion alone, stretched out his hand to caress the trunk, and stood quietly, I don't know how long it took for him to hear his own light voice no longer soft:

"Mother, she'll be fine, right?"