On the third day, Murong Jin's pulse was so weak that it was almost imperceptible, his breath was like a gossamer, and his face was like gold paper. In a few days, he had lost his weight and looked like a dead man, if it weren't for the slightly low body temperature.

The drizzle was falling densely, and it made people's hearts a little colder.

Towards the end of the day, the Imperial Physician's Department sent a bowl of decoction.

During the hours when the decoction was taken, Murong Jin's breathing was much more obvious, and his pulse gradually recovered stronger.

Only then did a cadre from the Imperial Medical Department put down the heart he was carrying, and Yan Yizhen was a little dizzy and held on to the desk, as if half of his body had finally been dragged back from the ghost gate.

The man only gave a pill of antidote, and there was no prescription, if it weren't for a piece of nanmu sent by Si Le that day, he really couldn't have imagined that he would burn the ashes with nanmu into the recipe.

But how could this big Si Le know that there is this medicine in the antidote? How could he have expected that he would not be able to think of this flavored medicine?

When Murong Jin woke up, it was already the next day, and Emperor Yan had already gone down, leaving Zhao Jing, Ruomei and Yan Yizhen to take care of him.

When people wake up, they go in and out again. When someone went to deliver the message, the doctor checked the pulse, and sent someone to get the medicine, and then it stopped.

Murong Jin felt as if he had had a very long dream, so long and real that he thought that the dream was the reality. And when I woke up, everything in the dream seemed to be blurry again, and I couldn't remember anything clearly.

After a long time, Murong Jin drank the water, his whole body was still extremely weak, and it was extremely difficult to even raise his hand, and his throat was as uncomfortable as if the hot coarse sand had rubbed it. He didn't know what was wrong with him, this symptom he had never felt before, he felt a little uneasy, he could vaguely feel something, but he still couldn't grasp the fleeting truth.

Zhao Jing saw that Murong Jin frowned and didn't speak, so he asked, "Your Highness, where is she uncomfortable?" ”

Feeling unwell, Murong Jin said in his heart. After a while, he asked in a hoarse voice, "Your Majesty, has he ever been here?" ”

"Your Majesty rushed over from the Xuanzheng Hall when he heard the news that day," Zhao Jing saw that Murong Jin wanted to sit up, and immediately came over and put a soft pillow behind him, "I didn't even return to the Qi Ming Palace, and I stayed by His Highness's side every inch." ”

Murong Jin didn't know how true or false these words were, but her pale thin lips still pursed a little smile, "Really?" ”

"But no-" Zhao Jing continued, "Your Majesty has sent all the imperial doctors from the Imperial Doctor's Department, saying that if you can't cure your highness, you will all be killed." Fortunately, His Highness is no longer in serious trouble, and His Majesty is about to break down......"

Let's say that Emperor Yan heard the news after going down to the court, and just changed his court clothes and rushed to Fuyue Palace, he saw a scene of several people stalemate - Zhao Jing, Dongxian, and Ruomei each gathered in front of the couch with medicine bowls, lacquer plates and candied fruits.

"Your Highness, drink the medicine while it's hot, this medicine will hurt your spleen and stomach if it is cold."

"Yes, Your Highness, drink this medicine quickly."

"Your Highness, after drinking the medicine and eating some candied fruit, it will not be bitter."

……

And Murong Jin still tilted his head to the side, not wavering at all.

"It seems that the recovery is good, and I have the strength to lose my temper." Emperor Yan walked over and took the medicine bowl held by Zhao Jing and sat down on the edge of the couch.

Murong Jin turned his head sideways to look at Emperor Yan, then at the medicine bowl in his hand, and then continued to tilt his head over.

"Quick, drink the medicine."

"Don't drink it."

"Why don't you drink it?"

"Bitter."

Emperor Yan laughed and said, "Why is such a big person still afraid of bitterness." ”

Murong Jin turned his head, his face full of stubbornness, "What is bitter is bitter, no matter how big it is, you will still be afraid of hardship." ”

"The medicine is bitter," Emperor Yan rubbed Murong Jin's head dotingly, and said softly, "I drank the medicine and gave you candy to eat." ”

It was obviously a childish remark to coax a child, but Murong Jin's eyes were slightly red when he heard it. How long has it been, how long has it not been like this, so close, there is no courtesy of kings and ministers, no hatred and contradictions, just children who refuse to take medicine and gentle fathers who bother to coax their children.

For a moment, Murong Jin wanted to throw herself into his father's warm arms, as if nothing had happened-

"It's cold."

Emperor Yan said helplessly: "It's not cold, the temperature is just right." Then he handed the medicine bowl to Murong Jin.

Murong Jin stared at the medicine bowl and said quietly, "Can you not drink it?" ”

"No," Emperor Yan directly put the medicine bowl in front of Murong Jin's lips, "I still can't feed you, when do you even need to toss like this to drink a medicine, huh?" ”

Murong Jin saw that he couldn't dodge, so he had no choice but to drink the bowl of bitter soup with Emperor Yan's hand, and he was so bitter that he frowned, "Where's the sugar?" ”

"......" Emperor Yan remembered the sugar mentioned in the coaxing just now, and hurriedly ordered, "Go and get some pine nut candy." ”

"Forget it," Murong Jin pursed his lips in dissatisfaction, "It's all over when you take it." But he licked the medicine stains on the corners of his mouth, as if it was the sweetest honey.

Emperor Yan smiled and took the medicine bowl away, his face did not have half of the emperor's sharpness, it was full of a father's pampering and love, "Ah Jin is so good." ”

Before Murong Jin could taste this taste, he felt a burning cramp in his abdomen, and an inexplicable sharp pain came from all over his body, and he couldn't help but feel shocked.

Emperor Yan noticed the strangeness and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

A cold sweat broke out on Murong Jin's back, "It hurts a little." ”

"Bear with it, the imperial doctor will have pain in your body for a while after convincing the medicine, and there is no big problem," Emperor Yan said distressedly, "The quack doctor from the Imperial Doctor's Department has been convicted before, and Yan Yizhen will be responsible for your medical and food affairs in the future." He was young, but he was no worse than the old ones. ”

Murong Jin looked at Emperor Yan suspiciously, but the latter diverted the topic and said, "Before, your eldest brother asked me to come to Nangong Qi to be his companion, and I saw that you and he were not very harmonious, so I went with him." There are several sons in the family, why don't you pick another one? ”

Murong Jin said: "I have a candidate, but I am not the son of a family, nor is he a child of an official family. ”

"Oh? Let's hear it. ”

……

Emperor Yan finally agreed to let Nan Xiao enter the palace as Murong Jin's companion, and the two talked a lot about gossip.

"Do you remember what I gave you on your fifth birthday?"

"The carp lamp drawn by my father and the emperor is still kept by Ah Jin!"

"Oh? Seriously? ”

"Of course, but it has faded a little, and the body of the fish is not red, and the belly is yellow. Those palace people have always done a bad job, and the father will paint a picture of Ah Jin another day, okay? ”

"Okay—"

……

It wasn't until Murong Jin was so tired that he fell asleep that Emperor Yan gently broke the little hand that had been holding him.

It's so precious that a time like this really belongs to their father and son, and I wonder if there will be a moment like this in the years to come?

In fact, it's not that I'm afraid of the bitterness of the medicine, but after drinking the medicine for so long and eating so much bitterness, I still want to be coaxed occasionally.

has always refused to let go, because of greed, I want to grasp that little bit of short-term warmth that I know I can't keep.