The refreshing cold fragrance permeates the dormitory. It was originally used to calm the mind, but now it is like a cloud of smoke, making the young man in the palace fall into layers of illusion.
This morning, the little sick guy gave him medicine again.
But she seemed to have something on her mind, so there was either no medicine in the spoon or she poured it on him.
In desperation, he could only bow his head.
The medicine was very sweet, so sweet that he felt that the sick man must have done it on purpose...
Because she looked at him and smiled, and reached out to touch his head.
That feels good, he likes it very much.
Sitting quietly at the mahogany table, Feng Wuyan recalled what happened just now over and over again, as if he couldn't hear the noise outside the hall, and silently picked up the chopsticks.
Green pepper and potato shreds, tomato and egg drop soup, hibiscus braised pork, steamed anchovy shrimp...
The little sick guy picked up the chopsticks with a smile and was picking up the food for him, while lowering his head and wondering what he was thinking.
Finally, when the meal was over, he stood up naturally and wanted to hug the girl who was walking toward him, push her against the wall, and give her a kiss that he took for granted.
He didn't think about why the kiss was natural, let alone whether he had eaten just now.
Until he found out...
His fingers passed through the other person's body.
How could it be?
It must be his illusion.
Reach out twice, reach out three times, four times, five times...
Finally, he discovered that this little sick man who had been standing beside him could not touch, hug, or kiss...
How could it be?
This is impossible...
Absolutely impossible!
So, he began to frantically try to catch her and keep her firmly in his arms. At the same time, there were also the sporadic, broken, and helpless images of him sitting by the bed that appeared in his mind.
.
He felt that everything was fine in front of him, and he was always smiling at him. The real little sick guy who was never tortured by illness...
But the images that came to his mind as he couldn't touch the other person told him over and over again that he was a loser and that he couldn't protect him from anything.
His mother died for him, his clan members died protecting him, and his master gave him all his life's energy, but he himself ended up with a broken and uneasy death.
And what about him?
He couldn't save anyone, he couldn't even protect a little sick person, he could only watch her fall in front of him again and again.
How does he have the right to like her like this? And keep her by his side?
If the little sick guy was allowed to choose, she probably wouldn't look at him twice...
Just like at this moment, he couldn't touch her no matter how hard he tried.
Yes, that's it.
Slowly putting down the hand that was trying to hold the other person's hand, Feng Wuyan just stood there quietly. He didn't know how long he had been standing like this. He just heard two familiar voices in a daze.
"My Majesty, my Majesty, are you okay... Imperial Physician! Xi Yang, call the Imperial Physician quickly!"
"Go and call Wen Susu back quickly. The imperial concubine is not well again!"
One is Angelica dahurica.
One is deep sleep.
besides……
At this moment, Feng Wuyan seemed to have remembered something and walked step by step outside the Yangxin Hall.
His pace became faster and faster, and finally, he saw the figure he had longed for again.
There is no brightly colored palace skirt with complicated embroidery, nor is there a charming smile full of evil spirits. Her skirt is snow-white, her black hair is like a waterfall, and her eyes are red...
Crying.
She is crying.
In an instant, the illusion that Feng Wuyan carefully weaved for himself collapsed, and all the peace and comfort were taken away, replaced by an almost suffocating pain.
He had never seen a sick person cry before, so he couldn't piece together what was happening before him.
So, is it a little sick guy who came to see him?
As if answering his inner voice, the girl let the tears and blood fall from her face, but for the first time she spoke tremblingly and delicately:
"It hurts so much... Feng Wuyan, it hurts so much..."
This sentence contains less than ten words, but every word is killing Feng Wuyan's heart.
Don’t think deeply, don’t explore, don’t break...
He didn't know how many days he had been immersed in the fantasy. He only knew that he had hurt the most important person to him, a person who had to come to him even if he was terminally ill.
He's a bastard, he's not a human being.
So when Bai Zhi immediately wanted to reach out and hug Xiao Xiruo, and Shen Mian rushed out to call for the imperial doctor and a stretcher, a figure swept into Xiao Xiruo's gradually blurred vision.
He hugged her tightly like he did every time she fainted in front of him.
In a daze, she heard the familiar voice that always coaxed her gently.
He said "Xi Ruo is good, it doesn't hurt", he said "I was wrong, I am here", he said "I will never leave you alone again, never again"...
Xiao Xiruo remembered that she said "ok", but she didn't know if her beauty heard it.
Outside the Yangxin Hall, a group of imperial doctors poured into the hall at Shen Mian's call. Some took medicine from boxes, while others pulled needles from bags.
The most striking contrast to them is Chu Jiaojiao, who used to be a doctor and is now a thug.
The imperial doctors were eager to save people, but Chu Jiaojiao had already wanted to kill Lu Liang in front of her and the group of dog officials who were working with Lu Liang over there.
That's too much!
This group of people is just too much!
If it weren't for them, the sick beauty could have recuperated in bed and come out of the palace to eat antique soup with her in two days!
She doesn't know why the government is careless, she only knows that the sick beauty is good to her, so she doesn't want others to bully the sick beauty!
With this thought in mind, Chu Jiaojiao became even more aggressive.
At first Lu Liang could still scream, but now all he could do was groan silently.
Chu Jiaojiao did not use poison, but punched him till his flesh hit him until stars appeared in his eyes...
Lu Liang has heard the sound of his bones breaking more than once, three times, at least three times...
Lu Liang didn't scream because he didn't have the strength to scream anymore. However, even though he didn't scream, there were many people shouting in front of the Yangxin Hall.
Because after Xiao Xiruo was helped into the Yangxin Hall by Bai Zhi, eight officials headed by Shi Wei and Wang Zheng were immediately arrested by Xue Xue and others, and were arranged on the bench in an orderly manner by Xi Yang.
During this period, because there were a few stools missing, Xi Yang ordered people to move them again.
While preparing, he said in a high voice:
"My lords, please don't blame the Sa family. It's our mother who has unique preferences and says that the family must be neat and tidy. If you cause trouble, you will naturally get beaten."
As he said this, he did not forget to emphasize something to the young eunuchs under Shen Mian, such as, "Be sure to do it neatly when you are beating people." , not even the emperor can stop it”…
But the little eunuchs really listened to it, just making a comment, and even shouted "one, two, three".
In response to this, Shi Wei and others who were beaten could only curse Xiao Xiruo over and over again in their hearts, thinking that they would not make it easy for them, and they would never let her, Xiao Xiruo, have an easy time! This chapter has been completed!