Dressed as the teacher of the Black Lotus Emperor

This kiss completely exhausted Shen Qingzhuo's little remaining energy.

He was lying on the couch weakly, the little apprentice Xindao was as stubborn as a donkey, and now he could only pray to God that what he had was a cold, not a fatal disease.

Soon, the imperial physician whom Xiang Chen had invited rushed over, and when he saw the Holy Majesty, he knelt down and saluted: "Your Majesty."

"Get up, give Taifu a good look." Xiao Shen urged in a low voice, enduring his anxiety.

The imperial physician hurriedly got up, opened the curtain, and put on his wrist.

After a while, he asked again: "Teacher, what symptoms do you have now?"

"Headache, cough, weakness in limbs..." Shen Qingzhuo tried to reply, "but so far, there are no red bumps on my body..."

Xiao Shen asked with a tense voice: "Is there nothing serious?"

The imperial physician wiped the sweat from his forehead, and replied cautiously: "The symptoms are somewhat similar to those at the initial stage of contracting the disease, but not completely similar. Most people will develop red bumps within two hours after contracting the disease, so—— "

"So it's not a disease?" Xiao Shen interrupted him rudely, and threw himself at the end of the bed excitedly, holding Mr.'s hand tightly, "Did you hear that, sir? It's not a disease! Mr. is fine..."

The imperial physician wiped off the sweat that continued to overflow, "To be cautious, it is best for the imperial tutor to drink the decoction to prevent and cure the disease first."

Shen Qingzhuo forced a smile, "Prince doctor, let everyone in the mansion drink... just in case."

"No chance!" Xiao Shen raised his husband's hand, put it on his dry lips and kept kissing, "Don't be afraid, sir, I'm here..."

The imperial physician withdrew from the room without looking sideways, and did not dare to delay to make the decoction.

After the diagnosis and treatment, Shen Qingzhuo finally couldn't hold on anymore and passed out again.

Xiao Shen knelt down in front of the couch, looking at his husband's flushed cheeks and wet temples, his eyes were filled with unspeakable distress and helplessness.

He took off his outer robe, fetched warm water himself, wrung out the towel, and wiped off the hot sweat little by little, as if he was afraid of breaking a porcelain doll.

After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, Shen Qingzhuo woke up again and found himself lying in a familiar embrace.

"Sir?" Xiao Shen instantly noticed that he had woken up, "Sir, let's drink the medicine first."

Shen Qingzhuo was held in his arms like a child, and he took small sips of the decoction with a spoon. Compared with the bitter mouth of Coptis chinensis, the taste of the decoction was not so unpleasant, but he still vomited it out with nausea.

Xiao Shen's heart was about to be crushed, he kept stroking the back of his heart with his big hands, and brought warm water to feed his husband slowly.

"You also need to drink medicine..." Shen Qingzhuo suppressed his nausea, grabbed the young apprentice's front with his fingers, and said in a hoarse voice, "Have a good rest and stay away from the master..."

Although his symptoms are not completely similar to those of the epidemic, the possibility of disease changes during the infection process cannot be ruled out.

"Mister is talking nonsense again." Xiao Shen kissed his sweaty forehead, "It's just a cold, it's fine."

Shen Qingzhuo closed his eyes slightly, "The wind and cold... the wind and cold can also be contagious..."

Xiao Shen didn't reply anymore, the tip of his tongue lingered on his lips, he effortlessly pried open his teeth, blocking the words of his husband.

At night, Xiao Shen gently lifted off his sweat-drenched underwear, and rashes quietly appeared on his white and flawless shoulders.

His dark eyes were bottomless, he put on his coat and ordered Xiang Chen to call the imperial doctor back.

The imperial physician made a careful distinction, glanced at the gloomy majesty, and replied tremblingly: "Red bumps are large blood clots, and this red rash on the imperial tutor's body doesn't look like..."

Xiao Shen finally took a breath, "It's fine, it's fine..."

"The Grand Tutor is weak and has been working hard for days, and this time the attack has become more serious." The Tai Physician himself had no idea, stammering and comforting, "As long as you take good care of it, you will, you will be cured."

***

Mr. Shen fell ill, the backbone of Suzhou was gone, and it was in chaos for a while.

Fortunately, Xiao Shen quickly took over the stall, and at the same time mobilized manpower and material resources vigorously, while guarding Mr. day and night.

The imperial doctor gave him a reassurance pill, but the husband's condition did not improve, the fever never subsided, and he lay groggy on the bed all day long, and he couldn't even feed him the medicine.

Xiao Shen was so anxious that he had no choice but to hold the medicine in his mouth, pinching his chin and mouth to mouth to feed, and after the feeding, he would use his tongue to clean up the remaining bitter medicine in his mouth.

Mr. is afraid of hardship.

At the same time, Shen Qingzhuo couldn't sleep at night due to the persistent high fever, and the rash on his back was itchy, and he let out an uncomfortable moan while unconscious.

Xiao Shen consulted the imperial doctor's opinion, first jumped into the ice water to soak himself, waited for his whole body to cool down, then returned to the bed, held his husband in his arms, and rubbed his back with his cold big hands to relieve the numbness. itch.

That night, Shen Qingzhuo coughed violently.

"Sir, sir..." Xiao Shen woke up from the first cough, and kept stroking Xing Ligu's back with his big hands, not knowing what to do to relieve the pain of his husband.

If there is a way to transfer the disease to him, it will be fine.

"Xiao Qi..." Shen Qingzhuo's eyes were half closed, and his usually affectionate peach blossom eyes lost their luster, and his voice was so soft that it seemed that the wind would blow away.

"I'm here, I'm here..." Xiao Shen hugged him and coaxed him in a low voice, "Xiao Qi is with you, sir, don't be afraid."

"Ahem..." Shen Qingzhuo rubbed his hot cheeks against his cool chest, "Xiao Qi, I dreamed about you when you were young, it's really fierce..."

In the past few days, he had been lethargic, and he had many bizarre dreams, which he couldn't remember clearly for a while, but he vaguely remembered dreaming of his 12-year-old apprentice.

Even though Xiao Shen felt sour in his heart, he didn't dare to show it, and even smiled deliberately: "Sir, get well soon, Xiao Qi will be obedient from now on, and I won't make you angry again."

Shen Qingzhuo smiled softly: "Xiao Qi, if you don't survive this time, sir, you must..."

"No hypotheses." Xiao Shen brushed away the wet hair from the temple, and kissed it close, "I said before, I will follow my husband. Even if it's for me, my husband must get well soon."

Shen Qingzhuo closed his eyes, and tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes again.

He was like a rootless duckweed, there should be no concern about him in this world, but Xiao Qi's love was like a heavy stone, firmly suppressing him and filling him up.

After that, Shen Qingzhuo continued to sleep, but fortunately, he stopped vomiting after taking the medicine, and the rash on his back did not spread any more.

Xiang Chen looked at the thin-faced Holy Majesty, and couldn't help talking: "The Holy Majesty needs to rest, and the subordinates will take care of the master."

"No need." Xiao Shen's voice contained deep fatigue, "Has that wonderful doctor arrived yet?"

Xiang Chen replied, "It will arrive tomorrow."

The next day, the Miaoshou genius doctor arrived at the mansion smoothly.

As soon as he entered the door, Xiao Shen didn't even look at the other party, he only urged in a hoarse voice: "Quick diagnosis and treatment."

Miao Shou frowned, looking unhappy, but when he thought that the person lying on the bed was the one who saved the common people from fire and water, he still walked over.

Lifting the bed curtain, a slender beauty came into view.

After more than ten days of suffering from illness, her pale and emaciated face was still beautiful, but her frail and morbid state made people feel compassionate.

The master's expression eased, and he sat on the edge of the bed, resting on his bony wrist.

Xiao Shen frowned, patiently answered Master's question, and let him lift his collar to check for the rash.

"It's not a cold." Miaoshou let go, pinched the pointed lower jaw again, checked the palate and tongue coating, and confirmed, "It's an epidemic disease."

Xiao Shen choked for breath, stepped forward suddenly, and shouted sharply: "You are talking nonsense!"

"The onset of the disease is very short, and most people will die after a few days of infection." Guan Xuwen explained, "But Mr. Shen has been infected for more than ten days. Although he has not recovered, he has not deteriorated."

"Because there is a kind of toxin in his body, which counteracts the epidemic gas by accident." Miaoshou replied lightly, "That's why his symptoms are different from those of ordinary infected people, and the degree of infection has also been greatly reduced."

"What did you say?" Xiao Shen was stunned.

Miao Shou glanced at him, "Generally speaking, he already has anti-epidemic drugs in his body, and he received timely treatment, so the symptoms are extremely mild."

A great ecstasy swept over Xiao Shen, but the next moment, he frowned again, "Then why it took so long to cure it?"

Miao Shou replied impatiently: "This lord has a weak body, and has inhaled a small amount of toxins for a long time. His foundation is almost bad. How can he withstand the attack of cold and disease?"

"Poison?" Xiao Shen finally caught the word, "Where did the poison come from?"

"How do I know this?" Miao Shou looked at the person who showed signs of waking up, "However, it can be regarded as a mistake that saved his life."

"Cough cough cough..." While speaking, Shen Qingzhuo slowly opened his eyes.

"Sir!" Xiao Shen quickly walked to the bed, squatted down and held the hand of the husband.

With a patient tone, Miaoshou repeated the diagnosis results just now, completely opposite to his previous attitude towards Xiao Shen.

Shen Qingzhuo was breathing heavily, and after coughing a few times, he replied softly: "Is it possible that this kind of poison is contained in the incense?"

In the past few years, his food, clothing, housing and transportation have been separated, and the people around him are also loyal. The only possible source of exposure to toxins is the incense sent by the empress dowager.

After all, the empress dowager had a history of poisoning the late emperor.

"It's possible." Miaoshou nodded, "The toxins in your body have been accumulated over the years. The dose is extremely weak, almost undetectable, but it is enough to make your body weak. If things go on like this, a small wind and cold will kill your body." Life."

Xiao Shen clenched his back molars tightly, his cheek muscles twitched unnaturally, "Poisonous old woman..."

"So that's how it is..." Shen Qingzhuo exhaled, and closed his eyes again, "It's a blessing in disguise..."

Miao Shou sighed: "Right now I can prescribe medicine to cure your illness first, but I need some rare medicinal materials to completely eliminate the remaining poisonous plague in your body, and I'm afraid it will be difficult to gather them for a while."

Xiao Shen put down his master's hand, stood up, and ordered in a deep voice: "Go back to the palace."

In the Great Yonghuang Palace, there are the most valuable and rare medicinal materials in the world. There is no place in the world more suitable for Mr. Wang to recuperate from his illness.

***

The new magistrate of Suzhou officially took over the task, and the rest of the officials at all levels have also been in place one after another. According to the several instructions left by Mr. Shen, the plague was prevented and controlled in an orderly manner, and the post-disaster order was restored.

On the way back to the palace, Shen Qingzhuo was still unconscious.

The carriage only travels on the spacious road, and changes to a boat when encountering a waterway. Xiao Shen always holds his husband tightly in his arms, so as not to let him suffer from any bumps.

He was really holding it in his palm for fear of falling, and holding it in his mouth for fear of melting. He wished he could cut open his chest and hollow out his heart, so that he could hide her husband properly.

But Shen Qingzhuo was still shaken enough to spit it out, so Miaoshou could only follow behind the two of them, feeding a pill from time to time.

After traveling day and night like this, he finally returned to the palace before the end of the month.

The gate of the palace was wide open, the carriage drove into the palace without hindrance, stopped in front of the gate of Chengqian Palace, Xiao Shen hugged his husband and got out of the carriage.

"Holy Majesty, Wan'an." All the way in, the palace people knelt down on the ground with low eyebrows and greeted the Holy Majesty respectfully in unison.

Miao Shou was stunned for a moment, then silently followed.

He had already guessed that this person must be extraordinary, but he did not expect that he was the most honorable emperor of Dayong.

"Your Majesty!" Xiao Guizi hurried forward, with a look of anxiety, "Everything is ready, how is Master Shen?"

"Take Miaoshou to the Imperial Hospital, and give him whatever he wants." Sheng Sheng walked quickly and steadily towards the bedroom without looking back.

"Hmm..." The moment he was put on the bed, Shen Qingzhuo let out a soft hum.

"It's all right, sir, we're going home." Xiao Shen leaned over and kissed his forehead, then kissed his bloodless lips, moistening the lines of his lips with saliva, "Xiao Qi took Mr. home."

"Go home..." Shen Qingzhuo murmured and repeated, he thought to himself, he might not be able to go home in this life, the home in another world...

After a few more days, Shen Qingzhuo finally woke up.

At that time, Xiao Shen was taking off his clothes, and lightly put him into the bathtub to soak in medicinal bath.

The husband was unconscious, so he also sat in the bathtub, carefully supporting the husband to prevent him from sinking into the potion.

The steaming heat gradually lingered, and the pale face was slightly reddened by the smoke, and it seemed that there was a trace of vitality.

Xiao Shen stared intently at Mr.'s face, suddenly, he seemed to notice the wet eyelashes trembling.

The next moment, the slender and thick eyelashes lifted.

Those peach-blossom eyes were filled with moisture, as if they were still in some kind of misty illusion, and there was a strange feeling in the bottom of the eyes, which made Xiao Shen lose his mind and speechless.

With his lips moving slightly, Shen Qingzhuo stretched out his weak hand, wanting to touch the handsome eyebrows and eyes separated by the mist, but soon fell into the water in vain.

Xiao Shen hastily grasped Mr.'s hand, but Mr.'s body lost its support and he fell towards him.

"Mister..." He squeezed out a hoarse voice from his throat, not daring to confirm whether Mr. fell asleep again.

Shen Qingzhuo leaned against him, with a slight smile in his voice: "Isn't it a bit inhumane to react to a patient, Xiaoqi?"

The author has something to say:

Mr.: Relying on illness, do whatever you want.

Wolf cub: I will bear it, I will continue to bear it!

The wives are really too much, the husband is so sick that he still thinks about making sauces... Well, I also hiss for the sick beauty. If you want to read it, you can read the comments in the previous chapter. As for Text, I have to wait for my husband to get better before hehehe...

Draw 66 red envelopes in the comments of this chapter!Thank you for your support Bobobo!

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