Wen Jieyu lay upright on the couch, the tears in her eyes had long since dried up, but the sadness in her heart still couldn't be stopped, and it had already turned into a river.

The doors and windows of Lijing Hall were also closed tightly, for fear that Wen Jieyu would accidentally fall into some disease. After all, she had just had a miscarriage, and it was really a time when her body was weak.

The palace maid on the side pulled the imperial doctor to the corner and whispered, and from time to time looked at Wen Jieyu, who was lying on the couch without moving.

"Imperial Doctor, how is my master?" The palace maid asked anxiously, Wen Jieyu had been lying in bed without eating or drinking for several days, and her body was about to collapse.

Seeing that Wen Jieyu was about to be unable to hold on, a few of them took the risk of breaking her mouth and feeding her some liquid food. Otherwise, it remains to be said whether Wen Jieyu can stay sober now.

But she is so sleepless, I'm afraid she won't last long.

The imperial doctor also followed her gaze to look at the person on the couch and sighed: "Alas, heart disease still has to be treated, Wen Jieyu's heart knot can't be opened." Even if I could rejuvenate her, I wouldn't be able to save her. ”

"What can I do?" The palace maid was so anxious that she stomped her feet.

"That's it, I'll go and prescribe another prescription, remember to fry it and give it to Wen Jieyu to drink." The Imperial Doctor said in a deep voice, "But if Wen Jieyu refuses to cooperate again, I will be helpless." ”

"Okay."

There's no way, even if the master doesn't drink it, she has to pour it for her.

When she brought the boiled medicine, the smell of Chinese medicine permeated the entire Lijing Palace, because the doors and windows were closed, so the air did not circulate much.

Walking to Wen Jieyu's side, she was still moving, indulging in the unborn child.

"Master." The palace maid called softly, but as expected, Wen Jieyu did not answer her.

It seems that there is no choice but to pour.

Just when she stretched out her hand and was about to pinch Wen Jieyu's mouth open, she found that there was a crystal liquid coming out of the corner of Wen Jieyu's eyes.

"Master." She withdrew her hand and whispered again.

Finally, Wen Jieyu spoke.

The days of not eating, drinking, or sleeping made her voice hoarse. It has also become weaker.

"My child ......," Wen Jieyu murmured.

The palace maid froze for a moment, then twisted the spoon and scooped the medicine, and poured it into a bowl to make it cool faster.

"Master. Condolences change. The palace maid who said this sentence felt ridiculous herself.

She grew up with Wen Jieyu since she was a child, and she is the main one in everything. Now that Wen Jieyu has become like this, she naturally can't bear it.

She also regarded the little master in her master's belly as the meat of her heart and lost him. She also felt grief, let alone her own master.

"Condolences change? The festival mourns and changes ......" Wen Jieyu's eyes were scattered. Repeating the phrase on one side. Suddenly, she burst into laughter, but her voice wasn't so strong. She laughed and coughed violently.

The palace maid frowned, wanting to help her go smoothly. But it's not holding a bowl of Chinese medicine, and it's not holding a bowl. Anyway, I was in a hurry.

"Master, if you are like this, the little prince in the sky will also be unhappy." The palace maid put down the medicine and comforted.

"Not happy?" Wen Jieyu's already dry and peeling lips opened and closed.

"That's right." The palace maid saw her reaction, "What's more, master, you are not alone, and everyone up and down the Wen Mansion is concerned about you." Could it be that you want your wife to worry about you all the time? Madame's health has also deteriorated......"

"Mother, my daughter is not filial......" Wen Jieyu burst into tears again as she spoke. I can't stop it.

The palace maid continued to strike while the iron was hot: "What's more, those who harm people like you, the master, are also harmful to Ma Liangyi and her people who are determined to die." Could it be that you don't want to get them out and bring them to justice? Do you want to indulge them with impunity? ”

Wen Jieyu's eyes blinked, indicating that she listened to the palace maid's words.

"So, master, you must take heart. Now only you can catch these people and stop them from doing evil. Let the little prince in the sky rest assured. ”

Wen Jieyu's eyes blinked again, and the palace maid was a little relieved. After all, the master can listen to her words, and the explanation is not too bad.

So, the palace maid picked up the medicine that was already cold. I put my face on the wall of the bowl and tried the temperature, but it was still warm. Just right.

Then she scooped up a spoonful of medicine and brought the spoon to Wen Jieyu's mouth.

Wen Jieyu's eyes rolled and she saw the Chinese medicine on her lips.

Wen Jieyu never spoke.

"Master." The palace maid reluctantly called again.

Finally, Wen Jieyu exerted her arms. I wanted to sit up on the couch. His arms lost his strength and he collapsed back on the bed. Even the spoonful of Chinese medicine in the palace maid's hand, which was so close to Wen Jieyu, was sprinkled on the bed by her, leaving brown marks.

But she didn't have time to pay attention to these, and quickly put things aside. Then Wen Jieyu slowly helped her up, and Wen Jieyu struggled to sit down.

Yet her face was haggard and pale. His eyes were also very dull, the dark circles under his eye sockets were also terrifyingly heavy, and his lips were chapped like cracked earth.

The palace maid helped Wen Jieyu up, but Wen Jieyu stretched out her hand and pointed to the things on the table, and then motioned to her.

The maid looked at her hand, and it was nothing else on the table. It's the traditional Chinese medicine that Wen Jieyu refused to drink just now.

The palace maid was overjoyed, was the master finally willing to drink the medicine?

It is true that when the palace maid twisted the spoon and fed it to Wen Jieyu to drink medicine one by one, she was directly snatched by her, holding the bowl and pouring it directly into it.

Unexpectedly, Wen Jieyu drank too quickly, and the water actually entered the trachea for a while, and then she was choked.

But this is also a good thing, the master is finally willing to accept the treatment and will not resist them. It's just a child anyway, and she'll have another one.

After drinking the Chinese medicine, Wen Jieyu licked her moistened lips and spoke, but her voice was not as hoarse as before: "What about the porridge?" Ben Concubine was a little hungry. ”

"Good, good......" The palace maid was so excited that she almost burst into tears.

The master was finally willing to eat.

After a while, Wen Jieyu stared at the bowl and ate quietly. And her palace maid really wanted to thank God, and finally her master no longer let her lifeless look.

waited until Wen Jieyu handed her the empty bowl, but in her ear, she whispered: "I won't let it go."

She won't let go of those who have hurt her.

She won't let go, those who hurt her.

Wen Yuqing, who has been silent for a long time and has been sad for a long time, can never go back to the past. (To be continued.) )