Chai Qingyue chatted with Xiaoyu a little bit more last night, and she went to bed later than usual. Maybe it was the cold that I got from chatting last night, or maybe I caught a cold in the study yesterday afternoon, and the next morning, Chai Qingyue couldn't get out of bed and fell ill without warning.

Lying on the bed, Chai Qingyue felt that her voice was uncomfortable, and as soon as she opened her mouth to speak, it was as uncomfortable as a knife, so she simply kept silent.

The head is also groggy, like an iron ball, too heavy to lift, and it feels very heavy and uncomfortable to put on the neck.

couldn't use any strength in her body, Chai Qingyue only felt that the whole person was uncomfortable, uncomfortable, but she couldn't say what was uncomfortable.

The Prince's Mansion had forgotten that the hospital had made a post early in the morning, and asked the hospital judge on duty to come and take a look, but it seemed that there was something delayed in the hospital today, and no one came.

Murong Sichen, who was dealing with government affairs in the study, picked up the teacup on the table, clenched it in his hand vigorously, thought about it, or endured it for a while, and finally did not fall, but his tone was still not very good: "What's going on with the Tai Hospital?" What does it mean to be delayed? ”

The eunuch who knelt down did not dare to answer, but knocked his head, which was already attached to the ground, down again, as if to smash a hole in the ground.

"Forget it, you go down first." Murong Sichen also knew that it would be useless for him to blame his subordinates like this, but the old doctor in the mansion happened to go back to his hometown recently, and the apprentice was too young to dare to use medicine easily before he was diagnosed.

Murong Sichen suddenly felt a little helpless, as if it was the first time he knew this feeling. Why didn't the hospital judge come, Murong Sichen felt that he could guess that it was Concubine Shu's ghost without checking.

Although his biological mother is a queen, she is not very favored and has never been able to get the Sacred Heart. Even if he is the crown prince, he can't do anything about the harem. The queen mother lives deep in the palace, and the concubine has relied on her father's favor over the years, openly and secretly against the queen mother everywhere.

But fortunately, Concubine Shu never had a prince, otherwise it would be really troublesome.

However, his third brother is getting a little closer to Concubine Shu, so I have to pay attention to this......

"Let's go, go to Yingxue Pavilion." Murong Sichen slammed the teacup on the desk, and the hot tea spilled out of the teacup due to the vigorous shaking of the cup, blurring a small black and white ink painting.

Chai Qingyue, who was in a daze, seemed to feel that someone was coming in from outside, and wanted to open her eyes to see who was coming, but she was forced to give up because of the heaviness of her eyelids.

The person next to him was muttering something, but Chai Qingyue didn't hear it very clearly, but she felt that their tone seemed to be very respectful, so she guessed that the person who came was the crown prince Murong Sichen.

Murong Sichen frowned and looked at the sick person on the bed, and somehow thought of the sick beauty. glanced at the person on the bed, and felt that Chai Qingyue really didn't seem to be suitable, but she still looked better when she smiled.

"How could the crown princess suddenly become so sick?" Murong Sichen asked the subordinates in the Yingxue Pavilion in an unkind tone.

The person who took care of the crown princess obviously didn't expect that the prince would come to visit the princess in person, didn't he say that the princess was not favored? Marriage has not been popular so far.

Why did the prince suddenly come over and ask?

"The slave doesn't know, please forgive the prince." The servants in the room didn't think so much, and knelt down to confess.

Murong Sichen looked at the people who knelt in the room, and knew that these people had not taken good care of their crown princess. These slaves have always stepped on the ground and praised themselves, and they have indeed bullied Chai Qingyue in the past few days, but they didn't expect the people below to do this. Thinking about it like this, I still have to thank Chai Qingyue for this illness, so that I can also see the virtues of the people in my house.

"Forget it, go down, and take care of it in the future." Murong Sichen waved his hand, this fault is still on himself in the final analysis, and it is useless to blame others now.

Seeing that everyone was about to get up, Murong Sichen added: "What does Qingyue say, she is also the crown princess who is being married by the Ming Media of this palace, you can't slack off in the future." There will be a next time, and it will be killed directly. ”

Some people still need to be intimidated to do things honestly. The people of the Prince's Mansion still have to discipline themselves, if they can't even discipline these subordinates in the Prince's Mansion well, how can they be responsible for the heavy responsibility in the future?

The slaves who were about to get up and kneel down again after hearing the reprimand of His Royal Highness the Prince: "Yes, the slaves obey the order." ”

Xiao Yu was sandwiched between a group of slaves, hesitated for a moment, but retreated with everyone, not staying alone.

After everyone retreated from the room, Murong Sichen sat directly next to the bed and began to look at Chai Qingyue, who was sick. The originally good-looking Yan Daimei's brows were almost wrinkled together by Chai Qingyue, her round almond eyes were now closed, her nose was red, but her lips were so white that they were lifeless, and they were all chapped.

Looking at Chai Qingyue's lifeless appearance, Murong Sichen's heart somehow developed a breath of anger, I don't know if he was angry at his powerlessness, or angry that Chai Qingyue suddenly fell ill.

This qi circled around Murong Sichen's body, and finally turned into a feeling called distress, of course, Murong Sichen didn't realize that his attitude towards Chai Qingyue was quietly changing, and this change, Murong Sichen didn't know what it was called, because he had never experienced it.

Murong Sichen seemed to want to raise his hand to touch Chai Qingyue's face, but when his hand reached mid-air, he still stopped, and cursed in his heart: What is this doing? It's really fascinating.

"Water, water." Chai Qingyue felt that her throat was really burning uncomfortably, and she felt that someone was beside her, so she kept shouting water in a dumb and stiff voice, hoping that the other party could understand her intentions.

Realizing that Chai Qingyue should mean to drink water, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, who had never taken care of anyone, deigned to run to the table and pour a cup of hot tea. The slender got his finger on the white porcelain cup fired in the official kiln, felt a little hot, and blew it.

Not sure if the temperature in the water cup could be drunk, Murong Sichen had no choice but to put his cold lips on the porcelain cup, took a small sip, and felt that it was not very hot, so he helped Chai Qingyue, who was lying down, and fed the cup in his hand.

A small sip of water can only withstand the discomfort for a while, and when Chai Qingyue felt that her throat was uncomfortable, she shouted "water" again, and so on and so on many times, Chai Qingyue felt a little comfortable.

The judge of the Tai Hospital, who had been busy, finally came to the Prince's Mansion after finishing his work, diagnosed the pulse, and prescribed medicine. Murong Sichen felt relieved when he watched Chai Qingyue pour the medicine.