"Just after the locust plague in Dingyuan County, Qingyuan County reported that the Ling River burst its embankment and flooded thousands of hectares of farmland, and the severe flood in Chenzhou two months ago caused the displacement of tens of thousands of people. In addition, the Northern Expeditionary Army also reported that the military salary was urgent, and the request for salary, like the excerpt for disaster relief, was left untouched. ”

This year, there have been many natural disasters and man-made disasters in the Yuan Kingdom, and many disasters have been painful when the old general Yun Jiuzhong said it.

The light in the room was a little dim, Wen Moshu on the half-lying couch didn't look energetic, and drank half of the bowl of decoction in his hand, and the rest gradually became colder. After a short silence, Wen Moshu sighed: "There is still some silver left from the sale of the treasures of Qinglian Palace before, I will go to ask the courtiers for some more, and raise the military salary of the Northern Expeditionary Army as much as possible; As for the disaster relief silver and materials, it was impossible to send them without the approval of his father. In the father's retirement dynasty, all state affairs were pushed to Prime Minister Lian to deal with, and Prime Minister Lian insisted that the distribution of disaster relief materials should be carefully verified and delayed, even if the people's grievances were carried out, they would turn a deaf ear, and if this continued, the people would be in turmoil. ”

"It's not a bad thing if you can make two troubles, maybe the emperor will solve the matter in a hurry." Seeing that Wen Moshu's face turned pale and coughed lightly, Yun Jiuzhong hurriedly relieved.

Wen Jingyuan's partiality has reached an extremely serious point, and anyone who asks for materials and food is paid, and Lian Song's faction says that there are people who want to deduct halfway and profit from it; If someone directly participates in Lian Song and Concubine Yun, then there will be courtiers who cry tears and complain for the two of them, and beat them up in the name of being jealous and loyal and trying to frame them. Wen Jingyuan never visited the people privately, all the cognition came from the mouths of the courtiers, and now the loyal words and ears are blocked, only the Lian Song faction shouted the remarks of the prosperity of the peace, even if it reached the point where the people of Dayuan were in dire straits, and the people were not able to make a living, he still thought that under his own rule, the wind and rain in Dayuan were smooth, and the country and the people were safe.

In the long run, it is destined to perish.

The more Wen Moshu thought about it, the more worried he became, and the cold air in his chest kept surging, turning over and over again, causing him to cough again and again.

With three soft sounds, the door was pushed open, and a shallow smile hung on Chu Ci's slightly tired delicate face: "Your Highness, there are rare guests." ”

Wen Mo was slightly stunned: "Who?" ”

Chu Ci didn't seem to plan to explain directly, so he specially sold a pass: "There is only one person from Dingyuan County." ”

Dingyuan County is nothing more than the King of Dingyuan or Wen Moqing, if it is the King of Dingyuan visiting, Chu Ci will never use the word "rare guest" to call it. Considering that Yan Liwu, who was with Wen Moqing, should not come alone, Wen Moshu roughly came to a conclusion: "The son?" I don't know what to do with me. General Yun, be careful on the way back, there have been more and more eyeliners in the palace recently, and it is not important to talk to Chen Niang. ”

The relationship between Yun Jiuzhong and Wen Moshu was still a secret, and he knew that Wen Moqing was a deaf and clear-sighted person, so he naturally didn't want to meet him to arouse suspicion, so he left in a hurry.

Wen Mo has been sick for many days, and he has no energy to clean himself up because he has a lot of things in his heart, and he is afraid that he will delay for too long and snub the guests, so he simply asked Chu Ci to directly invite the "rare guests" into the bedroom. Chu Ci shrugged his shoulders and said that it didn't matter, and after leaving for a while, he entered the door with the "rare guest", Wen Mo lifted his eyelids and glanced listlessly, and his heart was stagnant, and he almost forgot how to breathe.

He couldn't have imagined that it was the person he had been thinking about for a long time, but felt that it was the most unlikely.

"Leave the worries...... How are you? ”

I haven't seen you for a long time, although the knot in my heart has been resolved, I am still a little restrained and embarrassed: "I heard that His Royal Highness is seriously ill, and it just so happened that Moqing was going to come to the imperial capital to do something, so I followed over to have a look." ”

Wen Moshu's breath froze.

Yan Liwu meant just to come and see him by the way, which was not the most sad for him, what really made Wen Moshu's heart blocked was the change of Yan Liwu's name for Wen Moqing, just one word less, but it meant that the relationship between them was getting closer and closer.

And to him, she still politely called "Your Highness" as before.

"Sit down, I don't know if you're here, and I haven't had time to clean up, I'm smiling." After losing his mind for a short time, Wen Moshu smiled faintly and bitterly, and moved his eyes to Chu Ci who was leaning against the door panel, "Chu Ci, open the window to change the air, this room is too stuffy." ”

"It's His Highness's heart that's stuffy." Half jokingly, Chu Ci opened the window, glanced at Yan Liwu meaningfully, and consciously left the room.

Chu Ci's departure made the atmosphere even more awkward, as if even the bright light was frozen, Yan Liwu sat on a stool not far from the couch and bowed his head silently, Wen Moshu picked up the medicine bowl and put it down, mechanically repeating meaningless movements.

"How are you doing?"

"Has His Highness's illness improved?"

When he was so silent that he couldn't bear it, he suddenly spoke in unison, stared at each other for a moment, and Wen Moshu and Yan Li smiled bitterly.

It is undeniable that there is some kind of tacit understanding between the two of them.

"The prince said that His Royal Highness's illness is getting more and more serious, in this case, the prescription I prescribed before may not be effective, and I have to redefine the medicine." Yan Li ran his sideburns and hair from his sideburns, and lowered his head to avoid Wen Moshu's gaze.

Wen Moshu knocked on the medicine bowl and sighed softly: "I don't need the medicine you prescribed for a long time, and now I am forced by Chu Ci to drink this decoction every day, and I am so bitter that I don't say anything in my heart, and there are too many taboos." ”

"Good medicine is bitter, if it can cure the disease, it is also worth it." Yan Liwu sniffed carefully, and the air was faintly filled with the smell of the bowl of residual medicine, which was indeed extremely bitter. After hesitating for a while, Yan Liwu approached the couch, took the medicine bowl and sniffed it more carefully, and frowned a little confused: "It seems that there is snake herb, but this medicine itself is cold and extremely strong, although it can suppress the symptoms of cold disease with poison for a while, but it is harmful and useless to cold disease, which doctor is so bold that he dares to use it as medicine?" ”

Wen Moshu was slightly flustered, and then smiled perfunctorily and bitterly: "It was the medicine that Chu Ci asked a certain divine doctor to dispense, probably because he has his own reasons." Anyway, after taking this medicine, I have improved somewhat, otherwise I wouldn't have the strength to talk to you like this now. ”

The person who resigned from Chu had no reason to believe it, but Yan Liwu felt that he was not as good as the divine doctor and stopped asking, and the room suddenly fell into silence again.

If the biggest problem between two people is not solved, this embarrassing situation will never dissipate, right? Yan Liwu wanted to say his thoughts frankly, and after seeing Wen Moshu's pale palm, he couldn't bear to speak.

In the end, it was Wen Moshu who was more proactive.

"I wanted to clean up the room where you lived in the Leadhua Palace to see if there was anything that needed to be moved back, but I didn't know which ones you wanted to stay, so I just left it there for the time being. There is nothing to do in the past two days for Chu Ci to send you over, and take back all the things that should be left here, so as not to need it later-"

"I've already gone to see the lord of Junzi Lou Qiu, and the king of Dingyuan." Without waiting for Wen Moshu to finish speaking, Yan Liwu hurriedly interrupted.

There is no need to look at it, Yan Liwu knows that Wen Moshu's face must have been stiff and white at that moment.

Emotionally, none of them are straightforward and strong people, so Wen Moshu will only vaguely say that the room in the Tianque Hall is still reserved for her, and he is still looking forward to her return; Therefore, Yan Liwu couldn't say that he had decided to be with Wen Moqing, and only said that he had seen Qiu Shushui and King Dingyuan.

Master and Father have met, and the relationship between the two is certain, right?

Although the words were extremely tactful, the answer was still too cruel for Wen Moshu.

"Really...... King Dingyuan is an enlightened person, so he shouldn't be embarrassed......" The indescribable complex expression was wrapped in a sickly color, and Wen Mo was almost muttering two sentences, and suddenly broke out with a sharp cough.

His illness was most afraid of mood swings, and he looked distressed and had nothing to do, so he stroked his back and handed him water in a panic, but at the end he saw the snow-white silk handkerchief moved away from Wen Moshu's lips, and then was held by him. Even so, the dark red and almost black color on the silk handkerchief was revealed.

The color of blood can roughly judge a disease, such as cold, if the cold poison invades the internal organs, the blood coughed up is a black and red color that makes the scalp tingle.

She never knew that Wen Moshu's illness had reached such a serious level.

"Medicine...... Where is the medicine? There should be medicine for cough suppression, right ......" Yan Liwu panicked, hurriedly at a loss, knocked over the stool and broke the medicine bowl, rummaging all over the room.

Wen Moshu suddenly stretched out his hand to hold Yan Li, who was close to the couch, and when he looked up, his pale face couldn't tell whether it was despair or pain, and the desolate smile that was barely squeezed out made Yan Li's heart ache: "I really ...... Is there no chance to make amends? ”

Yan Li was so worried that she didn't know how to answer at all—maybe she shouldn't say that she didn't know, she had prepared what she wanted to say thousands of times on the way to the imperial capital, but when she saw Wen Moshu and his disappointed expression, what else could she say?

The person who should make up for the other party is her!

"Your Highness?" Xu heard Wen Moshu's coughing worsening, Chu Ci couldn't wait to knock on the door and broke in directly, seeing that Wen Moshu was still coughing, he immediately poured out a pill from the porcelain bottle and handed it over.

Although the elixir from the miracle doctor could not completely cure the cold, it could make Wen Moshu quickly calm down his cough in a short period of time, and he lay back on the couch with a sick complexion. This toss almost exhausted all of Wen Moshu's strength, his eyelids were heavy, his mind was dizzy, and he fell into a deep sleep irresistibly.

Chu Ci politely "invited" Yan Liwu out of the room, and the bottle of miraculous medicine was carefully retracted into his sleeve, which made Yan Liwu frown slightly: "Since it is a medicine to resolve the disease, it should be carried by His Royal Highness." ”

"If he carried it with him, he could take a month's worth of medicine in three days." Chu Ci said lightly, without the slightest joy or anger on his face, "Your Highness's condition, Miss Yan is not clear. ”

"Before leaving the imperial capital, His Highness's medicine was all under me, how could I not know? I just don't understand why I'm so sick all of a sudden. ”

Wen Moshu has always been taken care of by Chu Ci, and now he is so weak that he can't even get off the bed, and there is a bit of accusation in his words. Chu Ci was not angry, annoyed or angry, his expression was calm as usual, and he casually opened the small dark cabinet in Wen Moshu's study, and the medicine bottles that filled the entire dark cabinet were shocked to be in front of him.

"Your Highness has relied on these medicines to survive until now, and the medicines prescribed by Miss Yan can only provide the effect of warm tonics. If you don't believe me, Miss Yan can check her pulse again without taking medicine, and I think that will make Miss Yan understand a lot of things. ”