That lame prince stood up and kissed me

The Mid-Autumn Festival is only ten days away, Jiang Xiaoman has been working on the toilet for too long, and only now has time to prepare for the Mid-Autumn Festival.

The emperor's intention was to let Jiang Xiaoman perform the fairy art in the Wangyue Tower in the capital on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival.Jiang Xiaoman understood this as a large-scale Mid-Autumn Festival gala, which he has a lot of experience in.

In the novel, Nangong Xue also made a show at the Mid-Autumn Festival, but Nangong Xue didn't do anything, because as the heroine, just standing up is enough to make people fascinated.And Jiang Xiaoman is very self-aware, he is a cannon fodder passer-by, and self-defeating to get the heroine somewhere, so he has to compensate those common people who can't witness the heroine's peerless beauty, and give them some interesting performances.

He thought about performing a real person, and in the year before his death, he performed this project at the Mid-Autumn Festival party in the village, which won the applause of the old people.

It's a pity that besides Rong Ting, there is no one who is familiar enough for him to cut.It is impossible to cut Rong Ting, if he dares to cut the prince of a country, then Jiang Xiaoman will probably be cut in half first, let alone he dare not let Rong Ting know that all this is just magic.He thought about it, and finally decided to use a combination of flame magic and pigeon magic.

Jiang Xiaoman made up his mind and began to prepare magic props.

To prepare kerosene, fire protection equipment, and pigeons, Jiang Xiaoman had previously asked eunuchs to help him prepare all kinds of miscellaneous things in the name of alchemy, so it only took more than a day for him to prepare The basic props are sorted out.

The next step was practice. Jiang Xiaoman practiced for two days, so busy that he almost forgot to sleep and eat.He hadn't healed from the cold he had contracted while working on the toilet, but now that he turned on and off the water every day, the cold inevitably got worse.

"Ha chirp." Jiang Xiaoman sneezed and sniffed blankly.

"Sick?" The two were eating, and Rong Ting saw that Jiang Xiaoman had already sneezed five times during the meal.

"It's okay." Jiang Xiaoman finished the meal without energy, and left in a hurry, "Pindao is going back to Tongtian Tower first."

There are still seven days left, Jiang Xiaoman keeps practicing, because he is afraid of making mistakes, and even when he is resting, he has to keep revisiting the novel in the system in his brain to confirm the various plots that will happen during the Mid-Autumn Festival.

After another two days like this, his cold became more and more serious, he walked with light head and feet, and finally started to have a fever.

Jiang Xiaoman's face was red from the burn, and he couldn't concentrate at all when he was practicing with kerosene, and his hands were burned, causing him to flush the water in pain.

However, he still didn't want to rest, because he knew that he had to go to this Mid-Autumn Festival event, and he had to complete her task for Nangongxue.

"Immortal, it's time to eat."

The prince couldn't wait for Jiang Xiaoman to eat lunch, so he sent someone to call Jiang Xiaoman.Jiang Xiaoman was carried to the Changle Palace in a daze, and when he got off the sedan chair, he didn't know how he got into the Changle Palace, he just felt dizzy and the whole world was spinning.

I have to take a rest when I go back later... Jiang Xiaoman wanted to sleep for a while, and then get up again to continue preparations.

Jiang Xiaoman sat down weakly on the chair, seeing the dishes on the table, he really lost his appetite.But thinking that Rong Ting had specially prepared it, he managed to pull himself together and picked up the chopsticks.

But before he could move his chopsticks, his wrist was grabbed.

"Huh?" Jiang Xiaoman was half a beat too late, looking at Rong Ting suspiciously.

He saw Rong Ting looking at him with a frown, and said in a low voice, "The Immortal is sick."

"No." Jiang Xiaoman wanted to withdraw his hand, but Rong Ting didn't let go, and reached out to touch his forehead again.

"It's all burned like this!" Rong Ting said anxiously.

Jiang Xiaoman didn't realize what his fever was like at all, subconsciously shook his head, and murmured: "It's okay, just sleep for a while, I still have to prepare..."

"What else do you want to prepare?"

"Mid-Autumn Festival..."

"Don't go for Mid-Autumn Festival! You want to go even if you're so sick!"

"I have to go!" Jiang Xiaoman really didn't have the energy to argue with Rong Ting, so he stood up and decided to go back to Tongtian Tower.

But as soon as he stood up, the world spun again, and he couldn't stand at all, and fell forward directly.Rong Ting rushed to catch him, but he had already passed out.

"Tongguang!" Rong Ting shouted, "Go get the imperial doctor! Immediately!"

Rong Ting quickly walked towards the bed with Jiang Xiaoman in his arms, and put Jiang Xiaoman on his own bed.After putting it away, I don't know what else to do, so I can only cover Jiang Xiaoman with a quilt, and then reach out to hug him.

It had been a long time since he had felt this kind of distraught feeling, and the last time was when he was 15 years old.At that time it was because of life and death, but this time it was only because his little fairy was sick.

The imperial physician came very quickly, and Rong Ting no longer cared about letting outsiders in, and directly asked the imperial physician to come to the bed.

"What happened to the fairy?"

"Your Highness, don't worry, let me take a look."

It was an old imperial doctor who came, and the old imperial doctor moved very quickly, taking a long time to give Jiang Xiaoman a pulse.Rong Ting was so anxious that he couldn't stand still, but held back.He stood upright, with only his hands clasped tightly together.

"Hmm..." The old doctor frowned and pondered.

"What's the matter?" The prince suddenly raised his heart.

The old doctor shook his head, his brows furrowed deeper, and the prince's hands trembled slightly.After a while, the old imperial doctor frowned, and said flatly to the prince: "External wind and cold

, the cold evil enters the inside and turns into heat..."

"so?"

"So drink some medicine and rest for a few days." The old doctor said, "It's not a big problem."

"But he just passed out in front of Gu's face!"

"It's just that you don't have the energy. Your Highness doesn't need to worry too much."

The old imperial doctor left a prescription and went back to the imperial hospital to prepare the medicine. Rong Ting winked at Tongguang, Tongguang understood what he meant, and went to invite other imperial physicians.Two more people came later, and Rong Ting was finally relieved after their diagnosis was the same as that of the old doctor.

In Changle Palace, Jiang Xiaoman fell into a deep sleep.

Rong Ting watched quietly beside him, his cheeks were burning with unnatural blush, he looked very small, very pitiful, Rong Ting felt pain in his heart.

He was too careless, Rong Ting thought.

These days the little fairy has no energy, even though the little fairy always says that he is just busy, he should pay attention.

Blame him.

"Your Highness, the medicine is ready." Tong Guang came in with the medicine.

"Let it go, Gulai." Rong Ting said.

Rong Ting shook Jiang Xiaoman lightly, and after a while, Jiang Xiaoman opened his eyes in a daze.

"Drink medicine."

Jiang Xiaoman opened his mouth weakly, his mouth was too small, it was not easy to feed, and Rong Ting was not annoyed, he just fed carefully little by little.Jiang Xiaoman fell asleep again after drinking half a bowl, Rong Ting picked up the handkerchief and wiped his face.

At night, Rong Ting slept very lightly, and he woke up immediately when Jiang Xiaoman moved a little.

"What time is it?" Jiang Xiaoman said hoarsely, speaking very slowly.

"Don't worry about it."

"I have to go on stage..." Jiang Xiaoman was so ill that he lost his mind and couldn't distinguish time and space. He thought he had fallen asleep during the Mid-Autumn Festival.

"You don't have to go on stage." Rong Ting said, "I will tell Father that you are sick, and I won't go for the Mid-Autumn Festival."

"No, I have to go..." Jiang Xiaoman muttered, "I have to go..."

"It doesn't matter if you didn't go, Father will definitely not blame you."

"Someone is waiting for me...to make them happy..." Jiang Xiaoman's brain was very chaotic, with all kinds of messy information flowing, the only thing he remembered was that he had to go to the Mid-Autumn Festival performance.

He had to go to the Mid-Autumn Festival to perform, because he messed up the mission, Nangongxue left, and he had to take on the plot that originally belonged to Nangongxue.

Nangongxue made everyone happy that day, and he couldn't let everyone down.

Nangongxue went through a lot of plots that day, and even healed two sick children. He has no medical skills, but he has to find those two children and ask someone to heal them.

"Some patients will show up that day..." Jiang Xiaoman endured the discomfort and said, "I won't go, I can't find them..."

"But you are still sick." Rong Ting looked at him.

"They are also sick...it is my responsibility." Jiang Xiaoman whispered, "I have to get better..."

Jiang Xiaoman fell asleep again unknowingly, Rong Ting saw that he was still talking one moment, but fell asleep again the next moment, he felt cute and pitiful at the same time, his heart was both sour and sweet.

In the early morning, Jiang Xiaoman turned from hot to cold again, shivering while hugging the quilt.Seeing this, Rong Ting hugged him in his arms.He seemed to be having a nightmare, trembling all over, and suddenly woke up again.

When he woke up, he didn't seem to realize that he had slept once, and he continued to speak just now.

"I have to find them..."

"Don't worry, when the sun rises, I will have people find all the patients in the city and find doctors for them one by one. Don't worry."

"Really……"

"When did I lie to you?"

Jiang Xiaoman was really relieved when he heard these words in a half-dream and half-awake state.He rubbed against Rong Ting's arms, and said softly, "You are so kind."

Jiang Xiaoman fell asleep again, Rong Ting hugged him tighter again.

Rong Ting thought, you are better.