"I'm fine. I feel fine now. Brother Wang, tell me, how is Hong'er doing?"
Xiling Jinli asked eagerly, when he secretly went to see Hong'er for the last time, she was already dying, how could he not be worried.
Seeing his anxious look, Xiling Jinyan couldn't bear to disappoint him, so he said half-seriously: "I've been falling asleep all the time. It's still the same. It's not getting worse. Don't worry."
In fact, the words from the Imperial Master's Office were that he was about to die.
Isn't that about to die?
Now that Xi Lun Jinli was like this, how could he bear to tell him that Hong'er was about to die.
"Oh, that's good, as long as it doesn't get worse..." Xiling Jinli murmured in a low voice, reaching out and pulling Xiling Jinyan's sleeve: "Brother Wang, I'm thirsty."
"Okay, lie down and don't move. Brother Wang will go get you some water."
Xiling Jinyan poured the water for him, and Xiling Jinli took it and drank it all, but did not return the teacup to Xiling Jinyan. He said: "Brother Wang, you'd better let your servants serve you."
Me, what if I infect you?"
"Those servants don't know how to serve others. Brother Wang is worried."
Xiling Jinyan said, then reached out to take the tea cup and put it back on the table, "You have been sleeping for most of the day. You should be hungry now. What do you want to eat? Brother Wang asked the imperial kitchen to cook it for you.
"
Hearing this, Xiling Jinli shook her head, "I don't want to eat, I have no appetite..."
Xiling Jinyan looked at those beautiful eyes, which lacked the sparkle of the past. At this moment, she looked at the curtains with a dull look, her heart ached slightly. The servants brought cold water to remove the heat, and Xiling Jinyan did it herself.
Soak the brocade in cold water and twist it until it is half dry. Go to the window and put the folded brocade on Xiling Jinli's forehead.
"It's better to eat something. Wait until the medicine is cooked. It's not good to drink the medicine on an empty stomach."
Xiling Jinyan was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at Xilun Jinli, who always liked to complain, but now she was lying on the bed listlessly without saying a word. At this time, footsteps came from the door, and Xi Lun Jinli opened the door and came in.
Ling Jinyue saw that Xiling Jinyan was there, so she walked up slowly, saluted, and then stepped forward to check on Xiling Jinli's condition.
Seeing Jin Yue frowning slightly, Xiling Jinyan knew in his heart that those imperial doctors were right, Xiling Jinli was indeed infected with the plague.
"Li'er... come on, take this."
Xiling Jinyue poured out a small green pill from the small medicine bottle, lifted Xiling Jinli up and put it into his mouth.
"Has the antidote been developed?" Xiling Jinyan asked with a slightly bright look in his eyes when he saw the pills Xiling Jinyue fed to Jinli.
Xiling Jinyue shook her head with a depressed expression and whispered: "Compared with the previous antidote, it is somewhat effective, but it is not enough to cure it."
"Brother Wang, go and tell your servants to make some light porridge. You have to eat some of it. Otherwise, if you drink the medicine on an empty stomach, you will feel even worse." Xiling Jinyan said, reaching out and touching his hair and lips.
Jiao forced out a comforting smile, stood up and walked out.
Xiling Jinli was slightly startled. The emperor rarely smiled. The faint smile just now reminded him of some vague memories from his childhood. Their father always had that warm and healing smile.
The way Xiling Jinyan smiled looked very much like their father.