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The young man's fingertips were cold and dangling. After finishing writing, Song Nanping grabbed his hand that was about to retract under the blanket.Following the crystal fingertips, touching it from the slender fingertips, Song Nanping frowned, why is it still so cold.

"Is it cold?" Song Nanping asked.

Xun Zhui shook his head lightly.

It's not so much cold, it's better to say that I've been used to it for a long time, and my nerves are a little dull.

Song Nanping sighed, "I'm really afraid that you will fall ill here."

Isn't it already sick?Xun Zhui held Song Nanping's wrist instead, and squeezed it slowly.

Yan Zhaohe didn't know much about Xu Yinru's affairs, it was Xun Chau's own responsibility, and he arranged for the mother and son to live in the backyard of the hospital.He Zhiping was clever, Xun Zhui didn't allow him to approach, but when Xun Zhui entered the city, he sent someone to investigate.Before Yan Zhaohe had time to ask, He Zhiping had already presented the whole story with both hands.

Although Yan Zhaohe has been with Xunzhui these few days, Xunzhui still doesn't talk to him, just treat him as air or a stranger.What He Zhiping presented was naturally to be seen in front of Xunzhui, and Xunzhui stared at the paper, Yan Zhaohe knew that Xunzhui wanted to read it, but hung on to Xunzhui with an attitude that was not aware of it.

Xun Zhui felt a headache after staring hard for a long time, and sometimes he felt dizzy when he looked at Yan Zhaohe's face, and it would be better if he closed his eyes slowly.

In the evening, Xun Zhui finally caught Yan Zhaohe's chance to go downstairs to eat, and sat up with his support on the edge of the bed.He didn't get up for several days, his bones seemed to be falling apart, and he thought about crackling every time he moved, Xun Zhui leaned against the head of the bed and exhaled lightly.He has no strength in his wrist, and he is trying his best in this state, if he moves any further, he will probably be smashed to the ground.

The piece of paper was on the table, but it seemed as far away as the world.

He moved back again, closed his eyes dejectedly, and after a while Yu Niesheng came to deliver the food, and asked Yu Niesheng to help him take a look.

Until Yan Zhaohe came up with the meal, Xun Zhui still felt lucky.

"Young Master Yu is going to collect medicine today, and other people in the medical hall can't serve His Majesty." Yan Zhaohe warmed the porridge, "Doctor Song was too anxious to feed him, and he choked His Majesty last time. I think His Majesty would not let him." Doctor Song is here."

Xun Zhui closed his eyes and sneered, saying that it's just you?What are you doing with so many high-sounding words?

"Your Majesty always doesn't look at me. Could it be that I'm disfigured? He's as ugly as your brother, so he refuses to open his eyes."

These words were terrific and poisonous, and they also carried Xun Zhui's grievances after being taught a lesson after playing tricks with Yan Zhaohe on weekdays.Xun Zhui couldn't bear being blocked by his words, wishing he could immediately get goose bumps all over his body.King Zhao took the wrong medicine or something?It's so abnormal.

It must be the talkative Wang Gonggong who told Yan Zhaohe that he was frightened by Li Chong and Li He and rushed out of the palace. The faces of the two were peeled and fed to the dogs.

"Even if your majesty doesn't want to look at the minister, you have to open your eyes to eat, what if you eat it in your nose?"

Xun Zhui tightly clenched his hands under the quilt, and frowned.

Yan Zhaohe put some small vegetables in the white porcelain spoon containing the porridge, "Does your majesty know what a starved ghost looks like? A thin layer of skin covers the bones, and you can see the bones with a knife. It looks skinny. Your Majesty probably hasn't seen it before, there is one outside the city, and someone will find one later, so as to open your Majesty's eyes."

"Yan Zhaohe!"

Xun Zhui couldn't bear it anymore, his chest heaved violently, and he roared in a hoarse voice.

But when he stopped yelling and was about to continue yelling, he was dumbfounded when he saw Yan Zhaohe's appearance.

When did a fresh blood-red scar appear on the man's handsome face, from the brow bone to the temple, covered by the hair on his forehead, if he didn't lower his head, he wouldn't be able to see it at all.

This scar happened to coincide with the scars on Yan Zhaohe's eyebrows that he saw when he was in Lingshu Temple, and the scars were in one place.

Xun Zhui frowned, and Yan Zhaohe brought the spoon to his lips, "Your Majesty, eat some, it will give you more strength to be angry."

With the man's gentle voice and this injury, Xun Zhui suddenly didn't know how to vent his anger.He could only pretend in embarrassment that nothing happened, Yan Zhaohe fed him a few spoonfuls and took a few mouthfuls.

A small bowl of porridge bottomed out, Yan Zhaohe took a handkerchief to wipe the rice grains from the corners of Xunzhui's mouth, Xunzhui hooked Yan Zhaohe's cuff, Yan Zhaohe continued to gently wipe the corners of Xunzhui's lips clean.

"When?" Xun Zhui wrote in Yan Zhaohe's palm with his index finger, and the other four fingers held the most protruding part of Yan Zhaohe's wrist.

While waiting for Yan Zhaohe's answer, he suddenly felt that Yan Zhaohe seemed to have lost weight.

Wrists have never been so tight before.

"I was not careful during the patrol yesterday." Yan Zhaohe said, "Bo Yan has dealt with it, and it will be healed soon."

"Liar." Xun Zhui wrote immediately.

Yan Zhaohe shook his head, "Compared to His Majesty's health, this minor injury is nothing."

Yan Zhaohe spoke lightly, but Xun Zhui knew that Yan Zhaohe's martial arts were superior to Chu Yang's, and none of the generals in the court could match him.He could hardly think of anyone who could hurt Yan Zhaohe.

In order to protect him when he was young, Yan Zhaohe would block the knife with his body before he could react in time, but this was Yan Zhaohe who went out alone, and brought so many soldiers with him.

Yan Zhaohe seemed to know what Xun Zhui was thinking, so he said to comfort him: "There are people outside of people, fortunately, I still have the strength to resist."

"Your Majesty, rest assured that everything has been properly arranged and will not pose a threat to His Majesty's safety."

No, that's not the case.Xun chased down his eyes, and pressed his thumb on Yan Zhaohe's pulse.

"The most important thing is to keep healthy, Your Majesty."

"Yan Zhaohe." The young man's voice fell lightly.

"Does it hurt?"

Yan Zhaohe shook his head.

Probably the porridge he ate just now had an effect, Xun Zhui got up much more easily this time.Without Yan Zhaohe's help, he got up slowly by himself, and got closer to Yan Zhaohe, and the two faced each other.

He raised his hand to touch Yan Zhaohe's brow, but was held down by the man's hand, "Your Majesty."

"Does it hurt?" he repeated.

The man in front of him could still laugh at this moment, Yan Zhaohe bent his eyes, "It doesn't hurt."

Do you say it doesn't hurt if it doesn't hurt?

Xun Zhui smiled wryly, it's not like he hasn't hurt his face.No matter where the body is scratched by the sword, it is like ten fingers connected to the heart, they are all part of the body, where one part hurts and the other does not hurt.

No matter how dull people are, it will hurt.

"Does it hurt?" Xun Zhui asked again.

The man in his eyes who said it didn't hurt finally nodded his head lightly, even if this action was only for a moment, but Xun Zhui was confident that he would be able to catch it.

"pain."

"I'm sorry." Xun Zhui apologized.

"Your Majesty's illness is due to the disadvantages of your servants, but it is His Majesty who suffers." Yan Zhaohe said, "Your Majesty does not need to apologize, it is my negligence."

Xun Zhui wrote on Yan Zhaohe's palm: "You have been apologizing."

Have you ever grabbed something for yourself once?

If I had seen Yan Zhaohe's injury earlier, wouldn't I be able to be less angry with him.

Before leaving, Yan Zhaohe walked to the door of the room, and suddenly turned around and asked Xun Zhui, who was still asleep, "I want to ask His Majesty for a day off."

Xun Zhui nodded, Yan Zhaohe bent his eyes: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Thinking about it afterwards, Yan Zhaohe is really good at seizing the moment, and showing weakness appropriately is also a way to make Xun Zhui calm down.

In the end, he didn't read He Zhiping's informant, but even if he put it in front of Xunzhui at this moment, Xunzhui lost the curiosity he had before.Useless informants are just treated as waste paper.

Apart from giving up, Xun Zhui did not completely ignore He Zhiping's actions.

Local magistrates are all selected by the imperial court every three years through the imperial examinations, and those who remain are all extremely talented people.This dynasty has always attached great importance to examinations, and no major mistakes have been made. Every year, officials will be sent to visit secretly.The south is prosperous, and there are many prosperous places.As for matters in the officialdom, no one dared to say that he had never been corrupt or made mistakes, but he just didn't delay the business, and he was able to save face just like this.

It doesn't look like the parents of the people, but looks like some kind of running dog.

The name is well chosen, He Zhiping, at first glance I thought it was some kind of Confucian scholar.

"Baixia is such a good name." Xun Zhui said silently.

Early in the morning, Song Nanping sat in front of the porch in amazement, "What panacea did I prescribe?"

Xun Zhui had a good night's rest and got up early in good spirits, leaning on the pillar next to Song Nanping to watch Song Nanping pound medicine.

"Yesterday, I was still half dead, so why would I be alive and kicking immediately when His Royal Highness Zhao Wang is not here?" Song Nanping was not afraid of death, and had the courage to open up a new bottom line for the little emperor.

Xun Zhui couldn't help kicking Song Nanping, Song Nanping jumped away holding his medicine jar with an ouch.

"You still have to drink the medicine." Song Nanping entered the room muttering, and came out after a while, holding an extra small bowl in his hand.

Xun Zhui didn't make a mess this time, he raised his head and drank it all.

"Drinking the medicine heals quickly, you should drink more." He looked around to make sure there were no other people and said, "Do you know where Yu Niesheng is? I didn't see him yesterday. In the evening, Master Bo sent someone to tell me that he will be responsible for your illness in the future."

Xun turned his head to the side, did not express any opinion, and continued to wait for Song Nanping to speak.

"He said my medicine didn't work for you, and it was safer for him to prescribe the medicine. I also felt that my medical skills were not good." Song Nanping took care of Xunzhui for the past few days, and Xunzhui's body didn't seem to be getting any better. Mention, he really almost let go.

Doctor Song had been self-confident in the capital for so many years, and for the first time, he was almost bowed down by Xun's illness.

Xun Zhui shook his head, and Song Nanping said again: "I don't think so either. Although I haven't read the prescription of Master Bo, I think it's not right."

He couldn't tell what was wrong, but he just felt that Xun Zhui's body was probably a medicine that he couldn't stand Bao Yan.

Song Nanping checked Xun Zhui again and asked him if he wanted to see Xu Yinru's mother and son.

"Where is it?" Xun chased.

Song Nanping pointed to the backyard, "I'll go find Sister Xu when we have dinner later."

Xu Yinru has been here for the past few days, so she suddenly borrowed it because it was embarrassing, and besides taking care of the children, she helped everyone with small things within her ability.Usually a married woman is called Mrs. by the surname of her husband's family. She keeps silent about her husband's family, and everyone doesn't know how to address her.It was Yu Niesheng who came up with the idea that Xu Yinru was too young to call his wife too old-fashioned, so he might as well be called sister.

After hearing this, Xu Yinru smiled and said, "I'm still a big sister at this age? It's hard on me. But I like to be called younger, so I'm just a big sister."

The medical center opens every seven days to make porridge. Today is the right time, and the cook starts to prepare it in the morning.The back kitchen was really too busy, so Xu Yinru and the other cooks made breakfast together.

Xun Zhui eats the same food as everyone else, there is no preferential treatment, the only special thing is that the food is delivered by someone else, so you don't have to pick it up yourself.

He sat in the courtyard and took small bites of the pie. Although the crust of the pie was cold, the filling inside was still hot, so he could only eat a little and blow it.

Xu Yinru came out from the back kitchen while wiping his hands, Xun Zhui looked up and met Xu Yinru's eyes.

He smiled at Xu Yinru.

"What do you think of today's meal, young master?" Xu Yinru asked Xunzhui with a smile.

Xun Zhui nodded, "Sister Xu is in a good mood."

"Ming Chong didn't make trouble last night, and slept well."

"When I came here a few days ago, they told me that you were not in good health. How do you feel now?" She asked concerned.

Xun Zhui nodded, indicating not to worry.

He asked Xu Yinru, did she say goodbye to her parents?

Xu Yinru nodded, "At first I thought they would stay, but I didn't expect my mother to say that it's good for me to leave with the child, so as to save others from saying that it's not a woman's way."

This was said so lightly, that there was nothing wrong with Xu Yinru's emotions.

"It doesn't matter if I leave, but I can only upset the two old people at home. My child and I live better than anything else."

These words were for Xun Zhui, but most of them were used by Xu Yinru to comfort herself.

"I have a teacher here. Although he has a bad temper, he is very good at teaching." Xun Zhui brought the topic to the children, "When Ming Chong can speak, he will follow the teacher's school."

The boy is talented in both literature and martial arts, so far Xun Zhui has not thought of who will teach Ming Chong Kung Fu, but he is not in a hurry, not at this moment.

Xu Yinru smiled and said, "Is the young master full? Do you want me to get another pie?"

Xun Zhui held up half of the pie left in his hand, Xu Yinru said: "This is not acceptable, how good is eating so much for your health."

Xun chased around and looked around, and said softly: "In the future, when there are many people, I may not be able to talk to Sister Xu. Sister Xu can read. If there is anything, I will write for Sister."

"Young master, you can come here at your convenience." Xu Yinru nodded.

After the alms shed was set up, Xun Zhui took Song Nanping out before the medical hall was surrounded by layers.Song Nanping had been in a panic for so many days in the medical center, and he couldn't care less about whether Xun Zhui was in good health or not, so the two hit it off and went out of the city happily.

Song Nanping just wanted to come out to breathe. He rode a horse and followed Xunzhui for a long distance before asking where he was going.

Three miles away from here were the first dikes that couldn't hold up to the flood. It took time to rebuild, but they collapsed not long ago.

"I'll show you the water." Xun Zhui said.

He has been here for so many days to learn about people's livelihood, but he didn't really go to see the collapsed dam.

The more Yan Zhaohe showed that he didn't care, the more serious it was, otherwise he wouldn't have asked for leave to rest.He also wanted to see what made Yan Zhaohe hurt, whether it was public anger or something else.

After thinking about it, Xun Zhui wanted to ask Song Nanping, "Where's Bo Yan?"

He vaguely remembered that he seemed to have heard Bo Yan's voice when he was in a coma, and Yan Zhaohe also said that Bo Yan would come to see him.

"Stayed for one night." Song Nanping replied, clenched his right fist and punched the palm of his left hand, "You reminded me that the reason Bo Zhuang came here is because he has developed the first batch of medicine to treat the plague and is currently testing it on some seriously ill patients."

Xun Zhui is no surprise, with the ability of Ivy Villa, sooner or later he will be able to overcome the plague.

Just as he was about to say something, he glanced casually, and said with a normal expression, "Go quickly."

"Ok?"

Before Song Nanping had time to react, Xunzui raised his whip and hit Song Nanping's horse's ass firmly.

The horse roared to the sky, its hooves stopped for an instant, and then it led the people on the horse forward and jumped forward desperately.

Song Nanping let out an unpleasant scream, and Xun Zhui rubbed his ears to catch up.

"Aooooooow, slow down! Xun, Xun chases after you are sick, ahhhhhhhh!"

Dr. Song was so heroic in the wind and tears, Xun Zhui said coldly: "Go!"