King's Landing [Rebirth]

The last ray of sunlight disappeared into the sky, Wang Ting respectfully sent several doctors out, and ordered his servants to take them to dinner under the eaves.

Several senior officials looked at me and I looked at you, they looked at each other silently, and finally sighed in unison.

The doctors are all well-known Xinglin people, they never imagined that one day they would encounter a difficult problem that no one could solve. They checked Sima Rong's pulse before, but they couldn't figure out the reason for his drowsiness, so they could only prescribe some medicine. Nourishing prescription, can't help but feel ashamed.

Although he didn't know the identity of the person lying on the couch, but seeing how nervous the prime minister was towards him, he could at least guess that this person was extremely important.

Wang Ting saw their sad faces and smiled: "Sirs, don't worry too much. Although the prime minister is very concerned, he won't embarrass you. He just wants to wrong you to stay in the prime minister's residence for a while. God figured out a way."

"That's natural." Several doctors nodded in unison. They were willing to stay and ponder over such a strange disease. Since the prime minister was not angry, they felt at ease.

Wang Ting sent people away, when he turned around, he caught a glimpse of whiteness, and when he took a closer look, it was snowing outside, and the snowflakes fell gently on the bluestone bricks in the courtyard like catkins, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The winter has entered, and the Chinese New Year will soon be here. If the emperor doesn't show up by then, the court will be in complete turmoil. But His Royal Highness...

Although Wang Ting is a servant, he is actually a confidant, and naturally knows a thing or two about the movements of the court. Looking at the gradually dense snowflakes outside, and thinking of the people lying in the house, he couldn't help but sighed and raised his foot. Step over the threshold and walk in.

Wang Shuzhi was sitting on the side of the couch, holding Sima Rong's hand tightly against his face, his eyes were focused and his expression was affectionate, as if there was an invisible barrier separating him from Sima Rong in another world.

Wang Ting bit the bullet and stepped forward to interrupt: "Prime Minister, it's time for dinner."

Wang Shuzhi didn't seem to realize it, he just stared at Sima Rong's thin face, his brows and eyes were brightly distressed.

Wang Ting glanced at Sima Rong, turned and walked out. After a while, he came in with a bowl of medicine, and said in a low voice, "Prime Minister, too... Mr. Yan Qing's medicine is ready."

Wang Shuzhi finally made a move, carefully helped Sima Rong up, then sat behind him, let him lean on his shoulder, and stretched out a hand without looking back.

"Prime Minister, be careful of scalding." Wang Ting hastily offered the medicine bowl with interest.

Wang Shuzhi nodded, gave a hoarse "hmm", tasted the medicine, blew it a few times, felt that it was almost done, and then opened Sima Rong's jaw and poured the medicine on him.

Only a little of the medicinal juice was poured in, and it soon dripped down the corners of the lips. The black juice hung on the bleeding lips, making those two thin lips even paler.

Wang Ting was startled, hurriedly took the handkerchief and wiped it off for him.

Wang Shuzhi looked at Sima Rong, and remembered that he hadn't heard from him before. In contrast, being able to lie next to him at this moment was a great comfort to him. He quickly took a deep breath, quickly suppressed the panic in his heart, and raised his hand Wan took a mouthful of the medicine, put his head down and slowly fed it into Sima Rong's mouth, and forcefully reached his throat to force him to swallow it.

Wang Ting looked dumbfounded, blinked again and again, and when he realized the reaction, his face suddenly burned into a piece, he swallowed nervously, held his breath and walked out on tiptoe, and closed the door smoothly.

When Wang Ge came over, he saw him staring blankly at the snowflakes drifting more and more densely outside the corridor eaves, as if he had been possessed by a demon, he hurried forward two steps, looked at the closed door next to him, and scratched his head inexplicably: "Did the prime minister say when to have dinner?"

Wang Ting suddenly came back to his senses, thinking that he used to secretly joke about the Prime Minister and Young Master Yan Qing, but now he was scared by seeing even the slightest bit with his own eyes, and suddenly felt embarrassed, coughing awkwardly: "Ah?"

Seeing his strange expression, Wang Ge frowned puzzledly: "Did you drink the medicine of Mr. Yan Qing? Why is the prime minister having dinner?"

"Wait a little longer!" Wang Ting stopped his hand that was about to open the door, "Wait a little longer!"

"Oh." Wangge went in without knowing it, so he had to stand aside, looked at Xue Hua and said in a low voice, "Those doctors are still discussing, I watched them unable to make up their minds for a while, and I don't know what happened to Mr. Yan Qing , obviously the injury has healed, why can't you wake up?"

Wang Ting rubbed his hands and shook his head: "Oh... who knows... By the way, it's getting colder and colder, remember to ask someone to send two more charcoal basins over later."

The two were whispering this, when they heard footsteps coming from inside, they quickly fell silent.

The door opened from the inside, and Wang Shuzhi came out with a dark face, so gloomy that it could rain heavily, startling the two people at the door together.

"Prime... Prime Minister...?" Wang Ting looked at him nervously, wondering if he was angry because of Sima Rong's matter.

Wang Shuzhi felt a chill coming from his face, sobered up for a moment, took a deep breath, frowned, thought for a while, and said in a deep voice, "Go and call Dr. Li over!"

"Yes! Let's go!" Wang Ting's heart skipped a beat, thinking that something had happened to Sima Rong, he quickly turned around and ran away.

Not long after, Dr. Li came in a hurry, wiped the sweat from his forehead while running, panting, "Prime Minister, what happened?"

Wang Shuzhi looked weird for a moment, and then invited him in.

Seeing that Sima Rong was lying quietly, Dr. Li saw that his expression was the same as before, and he was puzzled.

"Doctor Li, if it were you..." Wang Shuzhi looked very ugly, pursed his lips, and continued, "How would you give medicine to a person who is unconscious and can't even drink the medicine? "

give medicine?

Doctor Li subconsciously looked at the medicine bowl next to him.

Isn't this already fed!

"Returning to the prime minister, if you are skilled, you can directly pour it in. If it really doesn't work, you can use a thin tube..."

Wang Shuzhi's anger suddenly met with cold water, and it was extinguished with a "poof", and his dark face finally recovered, and he suddenly said: "That's how it is."

Wang Ting suddenly understood: "..."

At this time, Mr. Sun, who was playing chess with Lu Zixuan in Wu Jun, had already sneezed repeatedly, and he could barely stop.

The apprentice looked at him worriedly: "Master, someone is talking about you, right?"

"Nonsense!" Mr. Sun wiped his nose with a handkerchief, "It's a cold!"

Wang Shuzhi calmed down the inexplicable anger, and hurriedly asked someone to bring the dinner. First, he tried his best to feed Sima Rong the porridge, and then he took care of himself, filling his stomach in a hurry, and another person brought hot water.

The room was already warmed by the charcoal fire, Wang Shuzhi dismissed everyone, and without any help from others, he focused on loosening Sima Rong's belt and skirt.

For as long as Sima Rong had been in a coma, he hadn't eaten properly for a long time. He only relied on medicine and porridge for support every day, and he obviously lost a lot of weight.

Wang Shuzhi raised his hand to caress him carefully, and felt that the place where his fingertips and palms passed was slightly bumpy, his eyes were reddened, and the bottom of his eyes was full of hatred, his heart seemed to be cut back and forth with a blunt knife, and he couldn't help it Leaning over and kissing him on the lips, she murmured: "Yan Qing, wake up soon..."

Sima Rong lay quietly, without any reaction.

Wang Shuzhi's heart was bitter, and he wiped his body carefully, thinking about how to wake him up for a while, and thinking about how to grow him some meat.

After finishing all the work, the snow outside was already blowing up, and even made a rustling sound when it fell on the trees, but there was silence inside the house.

Wang Shuzhi lay down next to Sima Rong, turned to look at him greedily, and brushed his fingertips between the familiar eyebrows and eyes, feeling that he couldn't get enough of seeing him.

"Yan Qing, when will you wake up?" Wang Shuzhi kissed the corner of his lips and sighed, "I will send someone to look for a famous doctor tomorrow, and I will definitely wake you up, so you can rest assured."

Sima Rong's breathing was long, no different from deep sleep.

Wang Shuzhi didn't get a response, his eyes were gloomy, and he touched his temples again, his tone was softer than ever, showing pity: "God will not treat you harshly, since you have suffered so much in the previous life, there must be something in this life. Repay, I will wait for you to wake up."

Wang Shuzhi was afraid that he would feel deserted. It was the first time in his life that he babbled so much, and he didn't know how long he had been talking. Finally, with the weaker and weaker candlelight, accompanied by the sound of falling snow, he hugged him tightly and fell asleep.