The further north you go, the cooler the weather and the stronger the autumn mood.

After several days of non-stop rapid marching, Xia Zongxiao finally fell ill.

The already weak body, although it has been well recuperated over the years, can't help but be tired and worried about the lungs for more than a month.

Excessive worry, invasion of external evils, and occasional cold. This is the diagnosis made by the imperial physician Xiao Gannong after giving Xia Zongxiao a pulse.

Lying on a carriage converted from a baggage carriage, his head rested on Liu's arms and looked out of the window with his blank eyes, Liu's one hand lifted the curtain of the car, and the other hand gently **

Xia Zongxiao's coughing chest heaved.

It turned out that Xia Zongxiao's well-built Weiwang chariot was left in the Yuzhou camp, because the march was eager, with the four-plane carriage, it was very inconvenient to cross the bridge and pass through, which would delay the march of the army, so it was not brought. If Xia Zongxiao knew that he would fall ill as soon as he came out of Yuzhou, he would have brought it to him.

It's better than riding in this broken car...

The interior of the carriage was poorly decorated, but it was also carefully arranged, and the brocade tassels on the window frames swayed slightly with the carriage, and swiped back and forth in Liu's hands.

Although the car is small, it is enough for three people to lie in it. But now there are only two people in the car, and there is enough space.

The bottom layer of the car is covered with all kinds of soft and warm mink fur, and there is a layer of fine brocade blanket in the middle.

There is also a small tea case in the corner not far from Liu's, and there is a small copper stove on it, which burns fine silver frost carbon, without a trace of smoke, but the heat continues to come out of it, warming the whole car.

A pot of Xiao Gannong's freshly boiled decoction was placed on the tea table, and a bowl was poured into the Qingcai bowl of the kiln formulated by the former court official, and it was still steaming.

There is also an eight-treasure brocade box on the side, which is filled with all kinds of dried fruit preserves.

The unique smell of decoction permeated the entire car, and the familiar and disgusting smell penetrated Xia Zongxiao's nose.

How long has it been? I haven't drunk a soup in over a year...

Xia Zongxiao recalled in his mind when was the last time he drank Lao Xiao's decoction?

That's right! It was the time of the Lantern Festival in January of the thirteenth year of Jingxing. The little cousins of the Pinjin Mansion and the Yiguo Mansion and a few gentlemen of the Xungui family were fighting wine, and they drank too much and became drunk and crazy, and there were few clothes left to take off on cold days.

The next day, he fell ill, and for this matter, the little cousin and the gentlemen who were messing around with him were severely punished by the family.

It's funny... Thinking about their miserable appearance at that time, the corners of Xia Zongxiao's weak mouth floated slightly.

The events of that year are still vivid in front of my eyes, and the experience of drinking medicine in the past comes back to my heart.

Xia Zongxiao has drunk a lot of medicines, and he has drunk decoctions of various colors and flavors, bitter, astringent, smelly, greasy, sour, sweet, and pungent、...

These flavors seemed to be discussed, and they spread from Xia Zongxiao's brain to his mouth and to his taste buds.

It just so happened that such a scene was staged at the foot of the "volcano" outside the window.

Two soldiers from the border town of Great Qin carried the corpse of a soldier from Xia Liao who had just been salvaged from the moat. The corpse was already fat and floating, and the two soldiers crooked their necks with disgusted expressions Xia Zongxiao saw it clearly, the corpse was quite heavy, and the two shouted and shook back and forth to throw the corpse higher by inertia, after all, there were still many corpses that had not been carried over and burned.

Dangling, suddenly the fat corpse covered in scars suddenly slipped out of the stomach with a large pool of intestines, Xia Zongxiao happened to see it, just like the pig slaughtered by his palace on the day of the opening of the Grange outside Bianjing City, a knife also slipped out of a large pool of intestines, bloody and disgusting.

Seeing all this, Xia Zongxiao's chest was already empty and nauseous, and he couldn't hold back for a while, only to feel that his stomach was turning upside down, and he retched. Liu Shi was so frightened that he hurriedly took out a filigree glazed blue porcelain spittoon from under the small tea case, and held it in front of Xia Zongxiao with one hand, making one hand keep caressing Xia Zongxiao's chest, wanting him to feel better.

The two soldiers were also taken aback, but after all, they were not Xia Zongxiao's "delicate and expensive" nobles, although they were also disgusting, but more of a bad luck, the two lost their interest in throwing high, scolded and threw the corpse casually on the volcano, found two long wooden branches and began to work with disgusting...

The moment the curtain fell, following Xia Zongxiao's gaze, Liu also looked at the puddle of things, but her expression should not seem to be commonplace. Compared with the stall outside, Xia Zongxiao's incessant retching scared her a lot.

changed his flat expression, and nervous concern and anxiety appeared on the coquettish and delicate face.

The gentle and soft voice carried a hurry, "Little dice. . . Little dice... Hurry up and ask Imperial Doctor Xiao to come! The prince is unwell..."

"Lord Wang... Are you alright? Don't scare the slave family..."The soft pancreas kept caressing Xia Zongxiao's back.

Imperial Doctor Xiao is not far from Xia Zongxiao. He was an imperial doctor, not a sergeant, and he had a lot of bottles and cans to bring, so he had been riding in a carriage since he left Bianjing.

His carriage was not far from Xia Zongxiao's carriage, and when he received the summons, he left the fresh pantharids he was pounding, and hurriedly trotted all the way to Xia Zongxiao's side with the Zhangmu medicine box.

He can't help but be in a hurry, Xiao Gannong has practiced medicine for decades and has had countless patients, but it is rare for a patient as unique as Wei Wang, not to mention his weak body, and the incurable diseases that occur on him are really unbelievable and racking his brains and headaches.

All of Wei Wang's illnesses were minor symptoms at the beginning, such as wind chills, typhoid fever, etc., but once he took it lightly and did not stop it with heavy medicine in time, other messy and incurable diseases were complicated......

I thought that after more than ten years of careful recuperation and treatment, in the past two years, King Wei has become better and better, and the symptoms have been cured.

Before the expedition, until the Yuzhou camp, he was alive and well, and even he thought that the stubborn disease of King Wei would be eliminated. These days, I am still secretly admiring the medical ethics of my superb medical skills and more than ten years of perseverance and unremitting efforts.

Thinking about a collection of pathologies about the treatment of Wei Wang for more than ten years for Xinglin to admire, he didn't expect that Wei Wang's body had problems again.

Xiao Gannong and Xia Zongxiao have known each other for a long time, and now he is over half a hundred years old. When Xia Zongxiao was five years old, he began to diagnose and treat him, and it was almost fifteen years, and he was still strong and physically guarded Xia Zongxiao to make decoction for two days and two nights, and he was still in good spirits, but now he was already slightly out of breath after running two steps like this.

The years are urging people to grow old...

Xiao Gannong climbed into the car with the support of the little dice, without those red tapes, he directly grabbed Xia Zongxiao's hand and frowned carefully.

The pulse is light to find there, according to nothing, the pulse is thin and weak, floating and weak...

Xiao Gannong looked at Xia Zongxiao's pale yellow tongue again, and gently put down Xia Zongxiao's hand to consider it carefully.