Feng Lince came back from discussing matters in the palace and went straight to Zhuo Ye's Fenglin Garden...
Two days have passed since the last time he contacted Lance and Mo Jiaoyang. Zhuo Ye has been feeling gloomy and unable to lift his spirits. Feng Linche feels very distressed. All he can do now is to do as much as possible.
Stay with her.
But...how many days can I stay with you...The situation is unstable now, I'm afraid a war will start soon...
After lunch, Zhuo Ye felt a little tired, so he lay on the bed to rest, and fell asleep without realizing it...
"My servant has met the prince!" Qiao Ling, who was cleaning up the small hall, saw Feng Lince coming in and quickly saluted.
"Get up." Feng Lince said calmly: "Is the girl in the room?"
"Yes, Your Majesty, the girl is resting." Qiao Ling replied.
Feng Lince nodded and stepped into Zhuo Ye's bedroom.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Feng Lince lowered his head to look at Zhuo Ye's beautiful sleeping face, only to find that she was sleeping very unsteadily. Sometimes she gritted her teeth, sometimes frowned, sometimes gasped in pain, and her face was covered with fine beads of sweat...
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"Ye'er... Ye'er..." Feng Lince hurriedly leaned over and called Zhuo Ye softly: "Ye'er wake up..."
After calling a few times, Zhuo Ye woke up faintly, then took a long breath, looked at Feng Linche in front of him, and said softly: "You are back..."
"Yeah." Feng Lince saw Zhuo Ye struggling to get up, so he helped her lean against him, took a handkerchief, wiped Zhuo Ye's sweat, and asked, "But you had a nightmare?"
"It seems so. I don't quite remember what I dreamed about." Zhuo Ye said feebly. I felt so tired from this sleep!
Feng Linche saw that Zhuo Ye's face and mental state were very bad, and he couldn't help but worry: "Does Ye'er feel uncomfortable in any way?"
"I'm a little weak, and my chest is stuffy. I think it's because I didn't sleep well just now." Zhuo Ye pointed to the cup on the low table not far from the bed, and said: "My mouth is a little dry, can you pass it to me?"
Some water?"
"Okay." Feng Lince took the water glass, helped Zhuo Ye drink half of the glass, and then reached out to touch Zhuo Ye's forehead. His face suddenly changed: "Ye'er, you may be sick!" He said to Zhuo Ye
, then raised his head and shouted into the small hall outside: "Qiao Ling!"
"Sick?" Zhuo Ye was stunned. She was in good health and rarely got sick...
"My servant is here, what are your orders?" Qiao Ling heard the call and hurriedly entered the bedroom.
"Go and fetch the doctor quickly!" Feng Lince said urgently.
"Yes!" Qiao Ling saw Zhuo Ye in Feng Lince's arms looking very unhappy. He immediately understood what was going on and was startled. He responded and hurriedly ran out.
See the doctor?! Zhuo Ye suddenly remembered that this is ancient times, there is no Western medicine, only Chinese medicine. She is not afraid of injections or taking Western medicine, but she is most afraid of taking decoctions!!
"Ce, I should be fine. It may be because of the dream I just had. I just need to rest for a while. I don't need to see a doctor..."
"Be good, be obedient...I'll be worried..." Sensing Zhuo Ye's nervousness, Feng Lince hurriedly kissed Zhuo Ye's forehead and mouth in a comforting manner...
Zhuo Ye drowned in his tenderness...
The doctor came quickly. After checking his pulse, he said something like: "Fire is burning inside, disturbing the heart, and it turns into fire due to depression of emotions..." and so on. He wrote a prescription and gave it to Qiao Ling.
Zhuo Ye smiled bitterly, it seemed that she was really sick...
"Don't worry, just take a few medicines and you'll be fine soon." Feng Lince's voice was warm and steady. He was secretly anxious in his heart. He knew that her illness was caused by her depressed mood in the past few days...
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Zhuo Ye's little face almost wrinkled into a bitter gourd. Her little medicine box contained some commonly used medicines, but none of them were suitable for her symptoms. Do she really want to take that disgusting Chinese medicine soup?
After the medicine was boiled, Qiao Ling came in with the medicine bowl and was taken over by Feng Lince.
Seeing Zhuo Ye staring at the medicine bowl in his hand, his face falling a little, Feng Lince suddenly understood and quickly asked Qiao Ling to get some candied fruits.
"Ye'er, come here, take the medicine." Feng Lince scooped up a spoonful of the soup, brought it to Zhuo Ye's lips, and said coaxingly.
"I...I...can I not eat...Actually, it's not a serious illness. I'll be fine in two days. My body's recovery ability is very, very good..." Looking at Feng Linche's expression, he stood up
With his handsome face, Zhuo Ye’s voice became softer and softer...
"No! If you're sick, you have to take medicine!" Feng Lince couldn't refuse and said, "Open your mouth!"
"I...I don't..." Zhuo Ye was pitiful, with tears in his eyes. He looked as if he had been wronged a lot. He pursed his lips tightly and refused to open them any more.
Feng Lince was angry and funny. He looked at the medicine bowl in his hand, then at Zhuo Ye's tightly closed mouth, and started thinking...
Zhuo Ye's heart skipped a beat, what was this man paying attention to? It couldn't be TV or the bloody plot that is common in novels was going to happen to him, right? He was feeding her medicine with his mouth?
Feng Lince really wanted to do this, and he did it! He took a sip of the soup in the bowl, grabbed the back of Zhuo Ye's head, and kissed him hard! No, he drank it hard...
"Hmm..." Wuwu... It's so bitter! Zhuo Yelei, who said that if the male protagonist gives medicine like this, the heroine will forget the bitterness of the medicine and immerse herself in the other person's kiss? That's pure nonsense!
After feeding him one mouthful, Feng Lince was about to lower his head and take a second sip, but Zhuo Ye reached out and snatched the medicine bowl away, pinched his nose, and drank it down tragically! Instead of being tortured bit by bit,
Might as well have a good time!
Feng Lince raised his eyebrows, what a pity, he really liked feeding her like this...
"Preserved fruits! Preserved fruits! Quick, give it to me!" Zhuo Ye stuck out his tongue and shouted with a look of pain on his face.
Feng Lince hurriedly picked up a piece of candied fruit and put it into Zhuo Ye's mouth.
"More, more!" Zhuo Ye said inarticulately.
Feng Lince smiled fondly and hurriedly fed Zhuo Ye another candied fruit.
Zhuo Ye has been ill for two days. Every time he takes medicine, Feng Lince must be there to supervise him. Zhuo Ye can't escape, so he can only eat the bitter and disgusting stuff with a grimace and accept his fate.
But in the past two days, Zhuo Ye's condition had not improved at all, and Feng Linche became more and more worried and anxious...
Feng Linrui saw that Feng Lince's expression was getting worse and worse these days, and he knew something must have happened to Zhuo Ye again! So he asked a few questions casually.
Feng Linche didn't hide anything and said frankly that Zhuo Ye was ill.
Feng Linge was also beside him. He had been feeling particularly confused recently. He had endured many days not to see Zhuo Ye or ask Feng Linche about Zhuo Ye's situation. He wanted to take some time to calm down and sort out the feelings in his heart. Now he heard that
When I heard that Zhuo Ye was sick, I suddenly became worried...
Feng Linrui was also stunned: "Are you sick? When did it happen? Is it serious?"
"It's been more than two days. I've taken some medicine, but it hasn't worked." Feng Lince shook his head and sighed.
Hearing this, Feng Linrui hurriedly summoned an old doctor from Tai Hospital and ordered him to follow Feng Lince to treat Zhuo Ye. He also gave many precious medicinal materials and supplements and sent them to Prince Rui's Mansion.
Zhuo Ye is known as the "Reincarnation Constellation", he cannot ignore it!
Feng Linge followed Feng Linche to see Zhuo Ye at Prince Rui's Mansion. On the way, he "accidentally met" Jun Huanqing, who was "recovering from a serious illness" and shamelessly followed him...