Chapter 60

In the next two days, Du Ruo played around with mixing and matching, adding fish paste, minced meat, and vegetable mince to the porridge as he pleased. In the days to come, Fourth Master can use some pasta, such as soup noodles, fried noodles, and mixed noodles. Nothing is messed up, and all the soup ingredients are made by himself. Although the soup noodles are bland, the fried noodles are greasy, and the toppings are too strong, the fourth master is still very considerate and eats cleanly.

Du Ruo insisted on keeping healthy by eating less and more meals, and fourth master also followed her, even if he ate seven meals a day, he still opened his mouth obediently.

Look, Du Ruo's heart is so soft that he racks his brains day by day to think about the food, and makes Jiang Ya and Qu Shui around the two little girls.

The Fourth Master was getting better and better with his eyes. Du Ruo and Su Peisheng were so happy that they walked with wind every day. No one even noticed when the imperial doctors who were guarding left one by one.

It wasn't until a month later that the fourth master was confirmed to recover by the imperial physician. Only after resting in peace, Du Ruo completely let go of his worry, and she, who was looking at the fourth master with crooked eyebrows, naturally didn't notice what the imperial physician Jiang said. A face that hesitated to speak.

But fourth master still put all his attention on this doctor Jiang.

It's just that there are too few people when asking for pulses every day, and it's too fast. There were still three consultations a while ago!Why is this the only one left today?

Physician Jiang knelt down abruptly: "Fourth Master, the epidemic was rampant in the camp half a month ago, Lord Long Live made an order not to disturb your medical care, the slaves dared not violate the order, so they never dared to report, but now, now... ·”

"What the hell happened!" Fourth master frowned, suddenly feeling bad.

"Long Live Lord contracted the epidemic five days ago, and he has had a high fever since yesterday, and has been in a coma until now!"

Fourth Master's face turned pale, he stood up abruptly, rushed out with big strides, stopped suddenly when he reached the courtyard, and looked back at Du Ruo.

Du Ruo's hands were cold and his body was covered in cold sweat, but he still forced himself to look calm, nodded and said, "I'm here waiting for my master to come home."

Fourth master opened his mouth, but didn't make a sound. He just nodded and strode away.

Su Peisheng's legs were still weak at this moment, but seeing his master's appearance, he immediately forced himself to trot to keep up.

Physician Jiang also got up and walked out quickly.

After losing sight of the three figures, Du Ruocai's legs gave way and he fell down.

"Master!" Jiang Ya and Qu Shui quickly ran forward to support their master, one left and one right. They both had pale faces and red eyes. Their eyes were full of worry and looked up and down carefully at their master. Not at all.

Du Ruo didn't hear anything, and didn't even feel being held up. She just closed her eyes and suppressed the turbulent dizziness.

Kangxi got the epidemic?How can it be?Still have a high fever since yesterday and become unconscious?What are you kidding?This one lived to the 61st year of Kangxi!

and many more!

Du Ruo raised her head abruptly, her eyes that were always clear and lingling were as cold as swords.

That bastard wants to be emperor, will he wait if he knows the history?Will he wait until he is forty years old to ascend to the throne?
Especially in the past three or four years, the atmosphere between him and Kangxi has become more and more tense. Although it is not enough to scold "Xin Zheku's son of a lowly servant girl", the words of scolding are still not very pleasant, and his power has been suppressed again and again .

In the end, Kangxi thought it was his son who didn't kill him.

But would that bastard care that this is his 'father'?

"Master?" Jiang Ya tried to see that his master started to tremble all over, and his heart was beating so fast that he couldn't utter a sound. He only uttered a mouth shape, but there was no sound at all.

Qushui is smaller than Jiangya, seeing his master and his always kind sister looking like this, she shed tears anxiously, and then finally remembered to call someone, and ran out as soon as the tears wiped away.

But was grabbed by Du Ruo.

"master!"

"I'm fine." When Du Ruo spoke out, he realized that his throat was hurting and his voice was hoarse.

It was a rush of urgency coming out of his throat.

I have to take some anti-inflammatory drugs, and then get rid of the anger, or I will be in trouble before I get a fever.

"Master?" Qu Shui saw Du Ruo directly curling up his index and middle fingers, pinching and pulling towards his throat, making a snapping sound. In the blink of an eye, the piece of meat that had just been clamped turned red, and he immediately rushed forward to hug him. His master's arm: "Master, what's wrong with you? Don't mess with your body! If you are angry and angry, you should attack the slave, yes, you should attack the slave! The slave is thick-skinned, not pain."

Du Ruo shook her head funny, and pointed to her throat: "Just pull out the anger."

Qu Shui's head was stimulated one after another, so he was still in a daze!Where did you think about it?

But Jiang Ya came to his senses. When she was young, she didn't know why, and her head hurt continuously. Her grandma once pinched her like this. On the forehead and the back of the neck, three purple bumps with four corners were squeezed out. It hurts.Then he went forward and pulled off Qu Shui's arm holding the master, and then helped the master up and walked into the house, saying: "Master, no matter what you want, you have to enter the room, after all, it's cold outside."

Seeing that it will snow in a few days, how could the master stand outside for such a long time without even wearing a cloak!

Du Ruo didn't refuse either, and went into the room with all her strength, but her hands didn't stop, but when she entered the room, a raised purple pimple had already stood in the center of the white and slender neck.

Then I squeezed one on the top and one on the bottom of it. There are three purple bumps in a row on the white neck, the middle one is the biggest, it looks a bit scary from a distance.

Du Ruo took two sips of clear water, coughed twice, felt much better, and then heaved a sigh of relief, quietly stuffed the anti-inflammatory medicine in his palm into his mouth, and took another sip of water.

The fourth master over there had just rushed to the front of the imperial tent, and there was a group of people standing at the door of the big tent. They walked up to take a closer look, and this time almost all the elder brothers and ministers who accompanied him were complete.

"Fourth brother!" Seeing his fourth brother coming, Master Shi immediately rushed forward as if he had found his backbone, and his already red eyes instantly became even redder.

Ninth brother didn't follow this time, and the eighth boy was making small movements again and again. It can be seen that he was flustered during the day and couldn't sleep peacefully at night. In just a few days, he lost a lot of weight. The fourth brother, who had just recovered from a serious illness, turned out to be even more haggard.

"Old Ten, what's going on!"

"I haven't found out yet," Shi Ye rubbed his face, and said in a low voice: "That day, Emperor Ama summoned two attendants from the Imperial Academy during the day, and met with two Mongolian princes after noon. Fever, those two waiters also got the epidemic, and the illness was more serious. Since they were diagnosed, they seldom woke up. A Mongolian prince, nothing unusual has been found so far."

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