Chapter 87 Wind and Cold

Author: Nan Huaisheng Song

Chapter 87 Wind and Cold

Duke Chen’s Mansion.

Wang Miaoyan was weak and lay on the white jade star anise table under the apricot blossom tree, fiddling with the light pink petals falling on the table with his fingertips.

"Why didn't I be born in February?"

"Don't want to enter the palace?" Su Wunian asked lightly.

Wang Miaoyan looked at the close maids standing far enough, pouted and said, "Yes, what's the point of entering the palace? Nothing can be done. A group of women are surrounding a man, so boring."

Su Wunian smiled slightly, "That is the supreme in the world."

"So what about the supreme in the world? You are still locked in the palace and become a canary. Compared to being a trapped canary, I would rather be a free sparrow, see all the waters and mountains, and benefit the people from all directions." Her eyes, as round as gems, were full of their yearning for freedom.

She came over and whispered: "I said everything in the book. It will be difficult to think about it after entering the palace."

Her bright and round eyes looked at Su Wunian, "Have you thought about it? Is it really entering the palace?"

Su Wunian laughed, "I have no choice."

"Why don't you have to choose?" The eldest son of the Chu family never left you, but you never look back.

It’s strange that since the eldest son of Chu is Xinyue’s cousin, why didn’t he come to propose marriage directly, but instead watched her enter the palace? Could it be that the Chu family disagreed with this marriage?

The eldest son Chu and his cousin did not say it out loud, and they were not good at talking too much.

An old lady was in a hurry and came to report: "Miss, Miss Shen."

"What happened? So panicked?" Wang Miaoyan sat upright and asked.

"The news came from the King of Zhengong's Mansion that the King of Zhengong was critically ill and his life was hanging on the line." The old nanny said respectfully.

Su Wunian's spiritual eyes suddenly shrank, and her clear eyelashes spread out. Her hands on the stone table tightly pinched the table strings, and said in disbelief: "What did you say?"

Her reaction seemed to be bigger than Wang Miaoyan.

"You said the King of Town is almost out of reach?" Wang Miaoyan stood up with a "swish".

"Yes, the lady and the prince have rushed over."

Town of the King's Mansion.

Su Wunian followed everyone into the King's bedroom. The King of Town was lying on the bed, unconscious, but his face was pale and seemed to be terminally ill.

Although her elder brother had lost weight when she left the imperial capital, she looked very well and still strong. Why did she suddenly become terminally ill in such a short time?

I am so sick that I am related to Song Wan'er?

If she could move in the Zhenwang Mansion, her hand would be too long.

The wife of Zhenguo Zhang Zhixiu was dressed in brocade clothes, less than forty years, with fair skin and beautiful appearance, and her eyebrows were somewhat similar to Zhang Zhilan. She was sitting by the bed, holding a brocade handkerchief in her hand, her eyes were red and swollen as if she had cried. The little prince Su Shengfeng was handsome, and Zhang Zhixiu's beauty was faintly seen between her eyebrows, but she had less masculinity. She stood on the side of the bed with red eyes.

The Su and Wang families were originally close to each other. The Su family produced military generals and the Wang family produced civil officials.

The Duke asked with concern: "Why are you suddenly so sick? You looked pretty good a while ago."

"The disease goes away like a thread, and the disease comes like a mountain falling. Since the palace changed last year, after being injured in the Palace of Pilgrimage, the internal injuries have not been cured."

"It's considered mental health on weekdays, but after all, the body has left the root of the disease. The alternation of winter and spring is the most likely to get infected with wind and cold. I just had a slight cough this year ago, and after taking a few medications, I didn't get better."

"The emperor is kind and worried about his body, so he also sent the imperial doctor in the palace to see him. He gave him some precious medicinal materials and kept taking medicine, but the wind and cold have not improved."

"I suddenly became serious these days. The fever did not go away in the middle of the night. Sometimes I became confused and always murmured the Empress Dowager's nickname and said something to go to find her." As he said that, he choked and cried, and tears fell down.

Su Wunian's spiritual eyes were covered with a thin layer of mist, and his nose was slightly sour, as if he was suffocating. When his elder brother died, he was still thinking about himself.

"What disease does the imperial doctor say is? Is it just an ordinary cold?" asked the Duke's wife frowned.

"Yes, it's the wind and cold." Zhang Zhixiu turned the railway firmly, "all the doctors said so."

"But if it's just ordinary wind and cold, why can't it be cured for a long time? Did the doctor say anything?" asked the Duke.

"The doctor said that the wind and cold are repeated, and the old injuries have not healed, which has completely damaged the body."

"Why does it happen? Could it be that the wind and cold have cured and it will recur in a few days?"

"Yes, it always goes like this." Zhang Zhixiu quickly reached out and wiped tears with the brocade handkerchief in his hand. "I don't know what's wrong, this time the wind and cold are always impossible to cure."

"It seems to be fine, but it relapses overnight."

Duke Chen sighed slightly, "After he is old and his body is not as big as before. When he was young, he was inevitably suffering from the disease." The children of the Su family are like this. Isn't Su Saint who died of illness just because he went to the enemy country to be a quasi-consumer and died at the age of 46.

Duke Chen looked at Su Sheng standing next to him again. Now that he was the only bloodline left in the king's mansion.

"Sheng'er, your father is sick now. It's your turn to take over the huge king's mansion in the future."

The two families have close relationships, and Duke Chen often called Su Sheng a nickname.

Su Sheng nodded slightly with red eyes, "Sheng'er should take on the responsibility that Sheng'er should take on. He will not have any trouble for his father and will definitely survive the difficulties."

Duke Chen nodded pertinently, but looking at the face of King Zhen, he probably wouldn't last for three days.

Su Wunian looked at the coma of the King of Town on the bed. Is it really just a wind and cold? General Mingjue, who once dominated the battlefield, died of wind and cold in the end?

I always feel that this should not be my elder brother's destination, but now I don't have the right to do so, and I seem helpless.

Lanyan Pavilion.

Thick dark clouds cover the bright moon and the stars are turbid.

It was already late at night, and Su Wu Nian stood gracefully in the yard. The cold wind passed through her neck and penetrated into her flesh and blood. Su Wu Nian enjoyed this coldness, and she hoped that she could be sober enough.

The shadow of the wall came with a stack of paper, "Miss, it's cold, come into the house."

In the past, the cinema was not sure who the young lady cared about in the King's Mansion. After returning from the King's Mansion today, the young lady never laughed again. She remained silent and stood in the cold wind, refusing to wear a cloak, and even more unwilling to enter the house.

No matter how you persuade it, it is useless.

Su Wunian stretched out his hand, and the shadow of the wall presented a thick stack of paper in his hand, "This was written by that person, which was detailed about the food, clothing and consumption of the king of the town in the mansion, and which doctors had seen, and the exact time when the condition of his condition improved and worsened."

"The last one is the daily diet, the prescriptions prescribed by the doctor, and the decoctions of the medicine, and the detailed records."

When the cinema just got something, she was shocked. The eyeliner in the King of Town could record everything about King of Town in such detail. It can be seen that this person is not only as careful as dust, but also has a very good memory. He has never been noticed and must do things rigorously.

The little ancestors don’t have to wait. Today I only have time to write a chapter. Shengge is sick and typed dizzyly~

Thank you Sister Li.

Will make up later~
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