Lan Jing'an, who was asleep, was woken up by a cough, she opened her eyes dimly, and saw Biluan and Xie Weining standing and sitting, and they didn't bother to think about it, but they pointed to the spitting pot weakly. Xie Weining took the spitting pot from the small table at the bedside, and served Lan Jing'an to clear the bloody lung phlegm.

Lan Jing'an was burned in a daze, there was no moisture from head to toe, and the cavity burned like a blazing fire, which made her feel that life was worse than death. She closed her eyes on the bed for a moment, and then fell asleep again, only Biluan was still fighting with Xie Weining with her eyes.

After a while, Bi Luan still resigned herself to her fate, avoided Xie Weining's gaze, and went out to help Su Mei prepare medicine, and by the way, she found an excuse to appease Si Yun and Si Ying.

The bone pain caused by the high fever continued to crush every inch of Lan Jing'an's body. At this moment, the physical pain counteracted her mental torture, and she had no other way but to rely on lethargy to relieve the pain.

Xie Weining, who was sitting at the head of Lan Jing'an's bed, looked at the poor man with a flushed face and dry lips, and touched her wet hair, feeling sour. Bi Luan, who came back from taking medicine, saw the Xia Jiu Emperor, who was always invincible but dead-faced, staring at the girl in despair, and gently wiping the girl's sweat.

Bi Luan still hated him, but at this moment, she suddenly felt a little pity for him. Bi Luan said softly: "Xia Jiuhuangzi, I'm going to feed the girl medicine, you let me." She thought that Xie Weining would grab the medicine bowl with her, but when Xie Weining heard this, he got up without saying a word and gave up his position to Biluan.

Biluan called the girl a few times, but Lan Jing'an didn't respond. She couldn't, so she had to put the medicine bowl aside, planning to go out and call Su Mei, who was still preparing medicine, back, and first use acupuncture to wake up Lan Jing'an, so that she could take the medicine and then sleep. At this time, Xie Weining spoke: "Go out, close the door, I will feed her medicine." ”

Bi Luan's sympathy at the beginning of the idea dissipated again, and he couldn't help but say sarcastically: "Xia Jiuhuangzi, have you forgotten where this is?" What do you think you have to dictate here with your little affection? ”

Xie Weining didn't want to quarrel with her, just a stride, quickly sat back at the head of Lan Jing'an's bed, picked up the medicine bowl, and said in a deep voice: "This is not the first time, I have a way to feed Chang'an medicine." Go out, close the door. ”

Biluan clenched her fists, but she turned around and went out anyway, closing the door. Xie Weining lifted Lan Jing'an up a little bit and let her lean on his arms. The little person, still the same as back then, is only so fragile and helpless in illness and fear, as if no one can save her except herself.

Xie Weining took a mouthful of medicine and crossed over. Lan Jing'an, who was in a daze, was forced to take a mouthful, and his eyes barely opened a slit. Seeing that Xie Weining was here, she opened her mouth and wanted to refuse, but found that she couldn't make a single note. Lan Jing'an had to use all her strength to push him, and all she could do when she was sick was to lift her fingers slightly, looking like she was trying to reach out to hook Xie Weining.

Xie Weining found that she was awake, and asked her warmly, "Can you drink it yourself?" Lan Jing'an hurriedly nodded desperately, and in Xie Weining's eyes, he just lowered his head slightly. Xie Weining knew that she was still angry with herself, and he didn't want her to be more uncomfortable because of herself. He put his arms around Lan Jing'an with one hand, and gently fed her the medicine with the other, although a bowl of medicine wasted a little effort, but fortunately, Lan Jing'an still drank it.

After drinking the medicine, Lan Jing'an felt like he had completed an extremely difficult task, he was tired, his eyes were closed, and he fell asleep regardless of it. It was only at the end that she vaguely heard something. But she was so tired that she couldn't remember, and she fell into chaos again.

Lan Jing'an woke up again, and it was already the afternoon of the second day. Su Mei, who was wiping her sweat, saw that someone woke up, and hurriedly fed her another pair of medicines. Lan Jing'an listened to the sound of Su Mei talking to herself, only to feel a buzzing in her ears, she opened her mouth, but she still couldn't make a sound, but caused a string of coughs. Fortunately, there was no blood in the thick phlegm she spit out this time, which made Su Mei feel a lot more relieved. Lan Jing'an drank some water, but didn't think about food, and continued to fall asleep.

At sunset, Lan Jing'an woke up this time, and finally his limbs didn't hurt so much, but he was still weak. Her five senses recovered slightly, but she still couldn't make a sound. Su Mei ignored her exhaustion and insisted that she eat something before she went to sleep. Lan Jing'an couldn't, and under Biluan's feeding, he used some meat porridge and some sugar water boiled from frozen pears before curling back into the quilt.

On the morning of the fourth day of the first lunar month, Lan Jing'an finally came to his senses this time. Probably because of the high fever, her headache has improved a little, and she can think normally again. Lan Jing'an tried it out loud, but her throat was still astringent. She first used food and drank medicine, and then began to ask Biluan questions with her mouth.

As Biluan expected, the first question Lan Jing'an asked was: Xie Weining? Seeing that Su Mei was guarding the room for the two of them, Bi Luan took out two things from a box in the house, put them on the small table at the head of Lan Jing'an's bed, and then counted the events that happened to her from the night she fell unconscious. Lan Jing'an's impression only stopped dimly at the moment when Xie Weining fed her medicine, and when she heard that he had left, Lan Jing'an's eyes widened suddenly.

Bi Luan looked at her master's reaction, and continued helplessly: "I thought he would continue to pester you. That night, he sat on the edge of your bed for most of the night, and then asked me to take him back without waiting for dawn. He returned to the village, did not rest, gave me these two things, said some strange things, and then seriously took all his men back to the Xia Kingdom. ”

"I'm afraid he's not healed yet, so I don't want him to go like this. But he didn't know why, he made up his mind to leave, and no one could persuade him. I sent Xiaoba and Cheng Yue to escort him away. Go around Jincheng and promise not to run into General Qiu Zhonglang. Before leaving, I also came back to Su Mei to get a medicine, and I prepared it for him before sending him away, as long as Mu Tu is not confused, don't go too fast, his body should be able to make do. ”

Lan Jing'an somehow suddenly remembered two lines of poetry in his mind: Loneliness is heavy, the night is cold, and his heart is a little astringent. She was silent for a while before she silently asked, "What did he leave behind?" ”

Bi Luan showed her a small note: "This is what he left for you." On the note, there is his beautiful handwriting, and there are only eight words on it: I will be changed, and I will meet again in Jiangling. After reading it, Lan Jing'an gently spit out two words: burned.

Bi Luan understood, picked up the note again, picked up the jade flute at the head of the bed and said, "The Nine Emperors of Xia also said something to me, I think it's very weird. He said, "If you are not satisfied, let me walk with this jade flute for three days." ”

Lan Jing'an was stunned for a long time without saying anything, and then tried to turn his head to look at something else on the bedside. Bi Luan saw her movements and hurriedly handed the bedside things to her. Lan Jing'an saw things clearly, and coughed again. gave Bi Luan the things in his hand, retracted himself into the quilt, and closed his eyes.