When Xiao Ling was still a proton, it was not that he had never encountered good intentions.
It was a winter, and Xiao Ling was pushed into the river by a prince. The water was so cold that it would freeze a person to death, but Xiao Ling did not dare to come up, because if he did, a new round of humiliation would be waiting for him.
So he stayed in the river and waited for the prince to leave, then forcibly controlled his stiff body and swam to the shore. It was already winter, and the ground was covered with a thick layer of snow. Xiao Ling dragged
He returned to his own palace.
It was more like a shabby hut than a palace, and even the place where the lowest-ranking people in the palace lived was probably a bit better than his.
The house was extremely dilapidated, and the tattered roof could not block the howling cold wind. There was nothing in the house except a wooden bed and a shabby wardrobe. There were no winter beddings on the bed, let alone anything to warm the fire.
Xiao Ling returned to the house and changed some clothes.
He only had two pieces of clothing in total, and the clothes had already been washed and turned white and old. On such a cold winter day, such clothes were really thin and pitiful.
His whole body was blue with cold, and he wrapped himself in a quilt, trying to get some warmth.
My body felt hot and cold for a while, and while my consciousness was drowsy, a voice sounded in my ears.
"Proton, I brought you some medicine. Drink it and you'll be fine."
Xiao Ling was unconscious and had no strength to resist. He was fed the bowl of medicine in a daze. Not long after, he began to feel cramps in his abdomen and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
His inner alarm sounded loudly, and he ran to the wall, frantically pressing his hands on his throat, and kept vomiting until he vomited out all the bitter water.
Later he found out that the man had put rat poison in the medicine. Fortunately, the dose he put was not large, and he was lucky enough to escape.
But this incident also gave Xiao Ling the root of his illness.
To this day, Xiao Ling often suffers from stomach problems, and has a natural resistance to taking medicine.
Of course, this happened too long ago, and Furui had not even come to him at that time, so even Furui knew why he didn't take medicine, and just thought he was afraid of suffering.
Yuan Dai also thought that Xiao Ling was just afraid of hardship, so she took the bowl of medicine from Fu Rui.
Then he handed the spoon to Xiao Ling's mouth and said, "Open your mouth."
Furui was speechless for a moment. He was about to tell Yuan Dai that the emperor would not drink like this, but the next second he saw Xiao Ling obediently open his mouth.
Then Yuan Dai roughly stuffed the spoon into Xiao Ling's mouth. Xiao Ling didn't pay attention and choked. She covered her mouth and coughed twice, but she still drank the medicine obediently.
Fury was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped.
Did the emperor drink the medicine? Did he just drink it?
Just "open your mouth"???
Together with these people, they have been busy these days, trying their best to get the emperor to drink medicine, but they still can't compare to the queen's simple words to open her mouth???
Yuan Dai fed her a sip, and Xiao Ling opened her mouth to take a sip. The medicine that could have been finished in one gulp was divided into dozens of sips.
Xiao Ling wanted Yuan Dai to feed him a little longer, but where was Yuan Dai?
She admitted that she had some revengeful thoughts.
She just wanted to feed this dog emperor bit by bit and make him suffer to death.
Xiao Ling:..........
After giving Xiao Ling the medicine, Yuan Dai felt that the anger in her heart had subsided a little. She pinched the corner of Xiao Ling's quilt and said, "Have a good rest and don't cause trouble."
Xiao Ling:..........
Xiao Ling's face looked aggrieved, as ugly as if he had eaten shit.
Why did he cause trouble?
Glancing at Yuan Dai, he couldn't help but explain for himself: "I have nothing with that woman."
"I will send her away after a while."
Yuan Dai smiled and nodded, "Then I will thank you, Your Majesty."
Saying this, Yuan Dai didn't feel any gratitude in her heart.
Xiao Ling didn't realize the crux of the problem at all. Until now, he still thinks that the conflict between them is that woman?
[Whatever you do, I don’t care about my aunt anymore anyway.]
Xiao Ling frowned, feeling at a loss for the rare occasion. He wanted to say something, but Yuan Dai turned around and left without giving him a chance.
After Xiao Ling drank the medicine, her health quickly improved, but who knew that at night, the high fever would break out again.
This frightened Furui. If the emperor's illness continues to recur like this, there may really be problems.
He had no choice but to quickly ask someone to invite Yuan Dai over.
Yuan Dai had a look of resentment when she came over. Who wouldn't be angry if she woke someone up from bed in the middle of the night?
However, seeing Xiao Ling's pale face and touching the other person's hot forehead, Yuan Dai was stunned and her anger subsided a bit.
Xiao Ling's wind and cold are indeed coming with force. If it continues like this, it will definitely leave the root of the disease.
Yuan Dai sighed and told the servants: "Go get a basin of water."
The people below responded and quickly went to fetch water.
Yuan Dai asked someone to bring a few more quilts and cover Xiao Ling's body.
This is a stupid method, but Yuan Dai herself feels that this method is quite effective, and it is more effective than taking cold medicine and other things in her previous life.
Xiao Ling frowned unconsciously in his sleep and seemed to want to take away the quilt. Yuan Dai held his hand and said, "It's me."
As soon as Yuan Dai's voice sounded, Xiao Ling felt at peace inexplicably.
But when I tried to take my hand out of his hand later, I couldn't.
She tried to reason with Xiao Ling, "How can I take care of you if you let go of my hand?"
However, it was obviously unrealistic to reason with someone who was sick and still in a coma, because instead of letting go of her hand, Xiao Ling held her hand tighter.
Yuan Dai sighed and had to let him hold one of her hands while using the other hand to put a wet towel on his forehead. She changed the towels one after another. In the middle of the night, she finally saw that Xiao Ling's forehead had finally healed.
It wasn't that hot, and the fever seemed to have subsided a little. Yuan Dai felt relieved and fell asleep lying on the edge of the bed.
Xiao Ling only gradually regained consciousness in the middle of the night. In a daze, he felt a busy figure beside him. Her hands were soft and cold, with the fragrance of flowers and an inexplicable smell.
The power to warm people's hearts.
Is it Yuan Dai?
Did she come to take care of him?
After regaining consciousness, Xiao Ling opened his eyes and saw Yuan Dai lying on the edge of the bed. Her side face was peaceful, with a few broken hair hanging down. One of her hands was tightly held by him. The hand was small and soft. He
It can be held tightly with one hand.
Xiao Ling's heart softened a little, she let go of Yuan Dai's hand, straightened up, got off the bed lightly, then carefully picked up Yuan Dai and placed her on his bed.
Xiao Ling covered her with a quilt and stared at her profile for a few seconds. He originally wanted to sleep on the same bed with her, but then he thought about his illness and was afraid of infecting her, so he only took two beds.
The quilt was laid on the imperial concubine's couch beside her.