Stunning at Every Step: Sheng Chong Ghost Princess

Chapter 13

She shook him again.

"Chu Ziyan, wake up..."

Shouldn't it hang up?

No, I was still coughing just now.

Mingyue put her hand in front of his nose to see if he was still breathing.

"Cough, cough, cough..." The man on the bed suddenly grabbed her hand, not very forcefully, "Who are you?"

How should she answer this question?Quietly took his hand out of his hand, but he grabbed it again. The light in the room was very dark, but his eyes could be seen shining slightly.Zhao Mingyue, who was still trying to break free, reached out with her other hand and placed it on his forehead.

"It's hot."

"Who are you?" he asked again.

"I am... my servant is Su Wanrong, I came in when I heard His Highness calling for someone." At least Su Wanrong is someone who can take care of him closely and cover her, this identity is safer.

"Su Wanrong?"

"Yes."

"This king just called someone?"

"Yes, Your Highness has been calling someone..." It would be nothing to her if she pushed the responsibility on him, and then called someone over to see him. "His Royal Highness is burning badly. This servant should go and inform Steward Zhou immediately."

"No need..." Chu Ziyan held her back, "It doesn't matter if you come or not."

"You know you have a bad fever!" What does it mean whether you come or not?No, what tone is she speaking in? "The servant girl said that His Highness has a severe fever and must be diagnosed and treated by the imperial doctor."

"It's useless." Chu Ziyan's voice was very low, and it seemed that it was stuck in his throat.

Useless?Could it be related to the cold air just now?Where on earth can evildoers come and go freely and can shield the yin energy from their body?

Chu Ziyan seemed to feel that the warmth of her hand was very comfortable, and he pressed her hand to his forehead still in a daze because of his illness, breathing slightly short of breath.Mingyue felt a little compassion and patted his shoulder lightly.

"King Yan, wait a minute, this servant will find a way to cool you down."

"Not the imperial doctor, the imperial doctor did not go back to the mansion with the king today."

"Okay, don't call the imperial doctor, your slave will be back soon."

Zhao Mingyue ran back to the academy to find some medicinal herbs that Su Wanrong had prepared earlier, as well as commonly used antipyretic pills, and ran back to Jing'an Hall with an oil lamp.

Seeing her coming in again, Chu Ziyan opened his eyes again in a drowsy state, and said weakly, "Light up the lamp."

Zhao Mingyue adjusted the oil lamp to the size of a bean, and placed it on the cabinet beside his bed: "The lamp is already lit." As she spoke, she went out quickly and fetched a basin of cold water from the small courtyard in the inner hall, and put it on the bed forward.

Chu Ziyan said again: "Turn on the Ye Mingzhu lampshade, it's too dark for me to see clearly."

"Your Highness has already opened it, you can't see clearly when you are sick." Mingyue opened her eyes and said nonsense while twisting a wet towel to cover his forehead.

Chu Ziyan looked at the person whose back was facing him under the dim light, maybe he was really burned too much, he couldn't see clearly the shadow of that person.

Zhao Mingyue mashed the antipyretic pills and brewed them in hot water, stirred vigorously with a small spoon to dissolve them, and then put the medicinal juice aside to dry.Then crush the medicinal herbs and put them into multi-layer gauze and tie them into a medicine bag, then soak them in water and beat them to make the medicine seep out.After these processes were completed, the medicines that were put aside also cooled down.

She went to the bed and bent down to help him up, and continued to imitate Su Wanrong's speech, regardless of whether it looked like it or not, anyway, it was right not to use her voice.

"Your Highness, you have to drink this medicine first."

Chu Ziyan's reaction was a little slow at the moment, but he could feel that the body he was leaning on was very thin, but there was a steady strength in his arm.

"Do not……"

The word "no" came out and the bowl was already close to his mouth. The arm that supported him slightly lowered the medicine in the bowl and poured it into his mouth. He didn't expect that someone would dare to force-feed the medicine, so he took two mouthfuls without guarding against it, and almost choked. with.Chu Ziyan gestured to push the bowl away, she pulled his hand and tilted the medicine bowl, pouring the last few mouthfuls of bitter medicine into his mouth.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Chu Ziyan coughed, and she had already put him back on the pillow, and then covered his forehead with a cold, wet towel that smelled like herbs.

"Are you really... Su Wanrong?" How dare Su Wanrong treat him like this?

(End of this chapter)