Tanhualang

Near midnight, Zhao Heng developed a high fever again.

When Shen Jing applied a cold compress to his forehead, the fever had not subsided for a long time, and he heard Zhao Heng whispering vaguely in a coma, so he sent someone to invite Su Youan.

After a while there were footsteps coming from outside, Shen Jing thought it was Su Youan, so she went out to welcome him, but it was the little emperor Zhao Ming, followed by Wei Zheng, surrounded by guards, walking along the corridor.

Shen Jing hurriedly knelt down to salute, but before she could say anything, Zhao Ming had already come to him, and he stretched out his hand to help him: "Master Shen, don't be too polite, get up."

Get up quietly.

Zhao Ming looked back at Wei Zheng: "Lieutenant Wei, I'm going to see Uncle Huang. You guys wait outside."

Wei Zheng and the others retreated quietly.Zhao Ming turned around and looked up at Shen Jing: "Mr. Shen, come together."

Shen Jing answered "Yes", and followed the little man who was less than six years old into the room.

Zhao Ming walked to Zhao Heng's bedside, and called out "Uncle Emperor" softly. He couldn't hear Zhao Heng's answer, so he took another step closer, raised his little hand, touched Zhao Heng's forehead lightly, and turned to Shen Jing in a low voice. Said: "Uncle Huang's forehead is so hot."

Shen Jing said: "I have already sent someone to invite Dr. Su."

Zhao Ming took two steps back, stood and looked at Zhao Heng for a while, then sat down on the footstool in front of the bed, looked up at Shen Jing: "Can Doctor Su cure Uncle Huang?"

He is only six years old, although he matures earlier than other children, he is still a child after all, and there is worry and fear in his eyes.

Being looked at by him like this, Shen Jing didn't know how to answer for a moment, hesitated for a while, and then replied: "His Royal Highness Prince Yu was also injured in battle before, and it was healed by Doctor Su. This time it will definitely work."

Zhao Ming listened, nodded silently, and then looked back at Zhao Heng.

After a while, he raised his head again, hesitantly said to Shen Jing: "Uncle Huang said, if we can return to the capital safely this time, I won't have to marry the granddaughter of a business scholar."

Shen Jing: "..."

Zhao Ming paused for a while, then opened his mouth and lowered his voice, as if he was afraid of being heard by Zhao Heng who was lying on the bed: "Actually, I think...if I can make Uncle Huang take good care of me, then even if I marry a bachelor of Shang University It's okay for a granddaughter to be a queen. The granddaughter of a business student will always marry someone in the future. Even if she doesn't marry me, she will marry someone else. Since others can marry her as a wife, I can naturally marry her. She, with the help of Mr. Shang, the emperor doesn't need to be injured."

"..."

Zhao Ming looked at Shen Jing's expression: "Master Shen, do you think what I said is wrong?"

It was another question that Shen Jing didn't know how to answer.

He first changed the towel on Zhao Heng's forehead, wiped his hands, and approached the footstool: "Your Majesty, can I sit down?"

"sit down."

Shen Jing sat down on the footstool, wanted to touch Zhao Ming's head like he did to Pan Xiaozhou, hesitated for a moment, but withdrew his hand: "The meaning of His Royal Highness King Yu's words is not that His Highness cannot marry Lord Shang's granddaughter. Instead, I hope His Highness can decide for himself in the future and marry a woman he likes as his wife."

Zhao Ming was silent for a while after listening, then looked back at Zhao Heng, and said in a low voice, "Maybe, Uncle Huang doesn't want to marry Lord Shang's daughter as a princess."

"..."

Before the monarch and his ministers finished chatting, Su Youan had already rushed over.He bowed to Zhao Ming, tested Zhao Heng's body temperature, and tore off the gauze on his shoulder wound, looked carefully, and turned around: "Please stay away, Your Majesty."

Zhao Ming turned around obediently, sent him out quietly, handed him over to Wei Zheng, returned to the room, and heard Su Youan say, "Call three guards to come in."

Shen Jing went to the door and called a few guards to come in.Su You'an arranged for the three of them: "You hold the candlestick. You two, press His Highness's shoulders and don't make His Highness move."

He raised his head and explained to Shen Jing: "The color of your Highness's wound is a bit wrong. You have to squeeze out the blood and see if there is pus in it—Mr. Shen, you should avoid it too."

Shen Jing said: "I am right here."

Su You'an didn't say anything anymore, poured strong wine to wash his hands, dried them, and asked to the left and right: "Press Your Highness's arm."

He pressed his hands on Zhao Heng's right shoulder injury, and then quietly heard Zhao Heng suddenly let out a low moan.

Blood gurgled down Zhao Heng's back, soaking the white cotton mattress on the bed.Su Youan stood up, looked at Shen Jing, and said worriedly: "There is pus and blood coming out. It can be seen that the wound is still not healed. The weather is too hot, if it drags on, I'm afraid it will turn into abscess."

Shen Jing wiped the blood on Zhao Heng's back, his voice trembling slightly: "In your opinion, what should I do?"

Su Youan hesitated for a moment: "This..."

"Doctor Su just say it."

"I told Grandpa Ding two days ago, Grandpa Ding disagreed, saying that it was too much suffering..." Su Youan hesitated, "According to me, the best way is to cut open the skin and flesh of His Highness's wound to expose the carrion inside. , wipe out all of them."

"..."

Shen Jing paused.

Su You'an said: "This method is a little narrow... But Mr. Shen, His Highness's wound will not heal for a long time. If you delay it, you may miss a major event! In my opinion, it is time to make a decision quickly."

Before Shen Jing could speak, Zhao Heng's hoarse voice came from under the bed curtain: "Just do as Su Youan said."

That night, the weaving mansion was brightly lit.

At Zhao Heng's residence in the backyard, there were people coming and going, but it was silent all the time. From time to time, someone came out of the room with a copper basin full of blood.

Halfway through the hour, Wei Zheng sent Su Youan away.

The smell of blood in the room was still strong, and he knelt quietly on the bedside, holding Zhao Heng's hand, and checking the temperature of his forehead from time to time.

Until dawn, Zhao Heng, who had been moaning and groaning for a fever, finally gradually faded away from the high fever, and fell asleep peacefully in the twilight morning light.

Zhao Heng didn't wake up until dusk. Although he was still very weak, his fever subsided, and his spirit was obviously better than before.

Su You'an changed the medicine for him, tried the forehead temperature again, got up and turned to Xiaoyou and Wei Zheng and said, "There is no more burning, it should be all right, and the rest will have to be taken care of slowly."

Xiao You let out a long sigh of relief, then put her heart into her stomach, and approached with a bowl of porridge: "Your Highness, take two bites."

Zhao Heng frowned, lowered his head and took a sip, then turned away and said weakly, "Where's Miao'an?"

Xiao You said with a smile: "It's the same for me to serve His Highness. At noon, seeing His Highness's fever subsides, Mr. Shen was relieved. He couldn't hold it anymore after staying up for several nights, so he went to lie down in his room."

Hearing this, Zhao Heng reluctantly ate half a bowl with his hands, but finally refused to give in: "Go and see him."

Holding the porridge bowl, Xiao You was very embarrassed: "I'm afraid I haven't woken up yet...I'll call him."

"Don't bother him." Zhao Heng called to stop him. After an injury, he seemed to go back ten years. "You call someone to come and carry the orphan over."

"..."

It was near dusk, and the lanterns were raised in the mansion, and the sparse light shone on the corridor, hazy.

With great effort, several guards moved Zhao Heng to a long and wide door panel, and carried him forward and backward, along the long corridor, quietly to the west of the courtyard.

Shen Jing still lives in the West Wing when he came back to Nanjing.The house has been around for a few years and has not been renovated for a long time. The vermilion paint on the railings under the porch is a little peeled off, and the color of the window frames seems to be covered with dust under the lamp.

Xiaoyou obeyed the order, and pushed open the door quietly, and the guards carried Zhao Heng in, until he reached Shen Jing's bed.Wei Zheng held up a lamp helplessly, and the faint candlelight illuminated the side face of Shen Jing.

No matter how soundly Shen Jing slept, it was inevitable that she would be disturbed by the candlelight, her eyelashes trembled, and they were half-opened, glancing at Xiao You by the bed and Zhao Heng who was lying across the door.

He fell into a drowsy sleep, but he wasn't surprised at all, and smiled at Zhao Heng in the trance: "...Your Highness, are you alright?"

Zhao Heng stretched out his hand from the door panel and gently held Shen Jing's: "Don't worry, Gu is fine."