There was an urgent cry in his ears, and the residual liquid medicine flowed into his throat, and more medicine spilled down the corners of his lips.

The medicine is bitter...... My face hurts too......

I want to hit someone.

Fuguang struggled to raise his hand and waved, muttered quietly, and finally woke up from the chaos, trembled his eyelashes slightly, lifted his eyelids hard, and slowly opened his eyes.

The bright light reflected in her eyes, Ji Ruxuan sat on the edge of the bed, held her half in her arms, let her lean on her chest, pinched her cheek with one hand, held the medicine bowl with the other, and kept pouring medicine on her.

Her eyes turned red, and she saw that his eye sockets were deep, his cheeks and jaws were messy with blue stubble, and his tired and dull eyes were densely bloodshot, and his eyes were red, staring at her without blinking.

"Jun, Junxuan."

Fuguang felt weak, leaned softly into his arms, and called him softly in a hoarse and weak voice.

Ji Ruxuan's eyes trembled, and red tears flashed in her eyes.

"Don't be afraid," she opened her mouth, "I've always been fine, don't be afraid......"

She saved her strength, raised her hand, touched his haggard face lovingly, and gently soothed him with her fingertips, Ji Ruxuan burst into tears and pressed her hard to her chest.

He hugged her tightly, and hugged her tighter and tighter, as if he wanted to embed her thin body into his own flesh and bones, and never be separated from her again.

Fuguang was strangled by him, and felt that he was going to die on the spot.

Ji Ruxuan couldn't suppress his emotions, hugged her tightly, buried his face deep in the side of his neck, motionless, and slowly, Jiang Fuguang felt a piece of wetness in his neck.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid......" she stroked his back.

He kept holding her, as if he was going to hold her until he was old, and when he raised his head again, there were no tears in his eyes, but his eyes were red.

"You're awake." His voice was hoarse.

Finally there is a hint of realism.

"I hear you say to me," she pursed her lips, her cheeks swirling as if they were nothing, "don't leave me." ”

Ji Ruxuan's eyes were wet again, he gently helped her, put her on the pillow, set up a thin blanket for her, and said in a hoarse voice: "Fortunately, the cow's nose came in time." ”

"He's coming?" From Ji Ruxuan's message to the present, it has only been about six or seven days since the full battle, and it is impossible to be so fast.

"When he heard that there was an outbreak in Xin'an County, he had already set off to come to Hangzhou, but he didn't want to be a man," Ji Ruxuan's tone was disgusted, "Go to the deep mountains and old forests, it's too late." ”

As soon as Fuguang's head was next to the pillow, she was a little drowsy, and she tried to lift her eyelids: "Then you must have picked a lot of herbs." ”

"Niu Bi gave you the acupuncture method of returning to the yang and saving the adversity, pulled you back from the ghost gate, and then personally opened the pulse for you."

She couldn't take the medicine, so he took the medicine in his mouth and fed it into her mouth one by one, and a lot of medicine flowed out of the corners of his mouth, only the residual medicine seeped into his throat.

As Ji Ruxuan spoke, he saw that her eyes were closed, and a strong panic surged in his heart, and he shouted tentatively.

"Ayan." No response.

"Ayan, Ayan." He shouted several times.

There was still no response.

He snapped, as if he had been thrown into hell again.

At this time, the curtain outside was lifted, and Yu Hengzi, dressed as a farmer, walked into the house: "Are you awake?" ”

Ji Ruxuan, who stood still, seemed to see a savior: "She woke up for a moment just now, only said a few words, and then fell asleep again, no matter how she shouted, she couldn't wake up, you show her quickly, she ......"

Yu Hengzi came to the bed and only glanced at it: "It's okay, it's just that I fell asleep, and when she wakes up, feed her a bowl of medicine, let her eat some liquid food, and it's fine, but her mind is too depleted, this time the condition is raging, all because of mental loss, I will prescribe a few prescriptions, with Pei Yuan Dan to consolidate Pei Yuan, carefully raise for a while, as long as she does not die in the future, I guarantee that she will live a long life." ”

Ji Ruxuan was a little worried: "Are you sure, she really just fell asleep?" ”

Yu Hengzi took a deep breath and ignored it.

"Do you want to stop taking the pulse?"

"By the way, don't you still have that kind of elixir there, wouldn't it get better faster if you fed her another one?"

Remember his medicine!

"Don't be stingy, I'll collect some precious herbs and send them to you."

Yu Hengzi, who was regarded as a big injustice for wool, couldn't stop jumping when he thought of such a thing that lacked virtue and smoked, or his great-grandchildren.

As soon as the news of the eldest princess's turn from danger to safety came out, a burst of cheers broke out outside the isolation point, and everyone cried with joy.

The next day, the news came back to Kyori.

Everyone in the Manchu Dynasty has only one idea, the eldest princess may really have an auspicious body, otherwise when she was critically ill, she stepped into the ghost gate with one foot, and it was Yu Hengzi, who had been hiding from the world and her whereabouts, just arrived and pulled people back from the ghost gate?

It is inevitable that there will be another dark tide surging up and down the government and the opposition.

Jiang Fuguang woke up again, it was already the next morning, and when he opened his eyes, Ji Ruxuan's eyes were closed, and he fell asleep on the side of the bed.

He described him as haggard, with dark eyes, sunken eye sockets, and thin cheeks that were slightly raised.

Her eyes were wet, and she struggled to sit up, but she didn't want to alarm the people standing by the bed.

Ji Ruxuan squeezed her eyes hard, opened her eyes, and hurriedly held up her back, took a pillow and stuffed it behind her, and gently put her down.

"Are you feeling better?" He pulled up the blanket and held it all the way to her chest.

Jiang Fuguang nodded: "I'm hungry." ”

Ji Ruxuan's eyes trembled, and there was a faint hint of wetness: "There is yam porridge boiled on the stove, you wait, I will bring it to you immediately." ”

The curtains outside were lifted high.

Yingluo came in with yam porridge: "The fairy chief said that the eldest princess should wake up and let the slave maid bring some food." ”

A bowl of soft and fragrant yam porridge went down, and Jiang Fuguang regained some strength.

Ji Ruxuan brought another bowl of black and mushy decoction.

She pursed her mouth and didn't want to drink, but when she saw Ji Ruxuan's haggard face, she had to obediently drink the bitter medicine in a few gulps, and almost didn't spit it out.

Ji Ruxuan stuffed a piece of sugar into her mouth, sweetly relished, and suppressed the bitter taste that kept coming out of her mouth.

"I'm fine," Jiang Fuguang leaned on the pillow, "Let Yingluo come and take care of me, you go and rest." ”

He frowned, a little uneasy.

Jiang Fuguang was straightforward: "You are here, I can't recuperate well." ”

Ji Ruxuan wanted to say something, but she glared back: "You haven't rested for a long time, and I'm also worried about you getting sick." ”

Her eyes were clear, her hair fell a little messily on her shoulders, and her cheeks were white and sickly, not as lifeless as last night.