Ming Yu

After returning from the human world, Hua Niansu immediately threw himself into the busy government affairs again, and for more than half a month, Ziyang could hardly meet him.

Wan Yao City looks like it is still prosperous and stable, but the undercurrents are raging inside. The prince faction in the court and the Ge Laoyuan have always been in the same situation. They have different political opinions, and other factions also collude with each other in private. The scene in the court is subtle and panic-stricken.

Recently, Hua Niansu seems to be very busy, she often doesn't come back until late at night, and after visiting Jun Wulei's bedroom in a hurry, she returns to her room to rest.

"Aunt Xin, I can't eat anymore, I just want to sleep for a while." Hua Niansu smiled at Xin Fang, her voice was so soft that people couldn't hear her clearly.

"Young master, what's wrong with your body?" Sensing his strangeness, Xinfang asked worriedly.

The boy was still smiling, but this time he just shook his head, too tired to speak.

"Then young master, take a good rest. I'll ask the cook to make breakfast richer."

After tidying up the almost untouched dinner, Xinfang retreated quietly. When she got to the door, she couldn't help but look back. In the darkness, the boy's protruding back bones rose and fell with his slight breathing, and the thick night still couldn't hide it. Hold his slenderness.

Suddenly, my heart hurts. The young master is not yet 17 years old, he is still just a child, but he has already endured too much...

The sound of even breathing slowly resounded in the room, so soft and subtle, if you didn't listen carefully, you would think it was an illusion.

It was just dawn, Hua Niansu opened her eyes, feeling a little heavy in her chest, she lowered her head slightly, and saw Ziyang curled up in her arms, with her small head resting on her shoulder, and one arm around her waist, I slept soundly and peacefully, and I couldn't help but smile.

Carefully holding Ziyang's small head on the pillow, Hua Niansu moved slightly to the side, and then turned to look at the sky outside the window, her gaze a little distracted.

Recently, due to the weakening of the barriers, conflicts have occurred in several areas one after another. In order to repair several weak barriers, he has been staying in the priest's courtyard for several days to cast spells. Constantly urging the spiritual power in his body to strengthen the barrier, a lot of consumption made him physically exhausted, and a short sleep could not relieve fatigue at all.

He pressed his temples hard, feeling as if he was more tired than before falling asleep, fearing that he would delay getting up, his eyes suddenly went dark, and he fell back into bed again.

"Brother...?" Ziyang rubbed his eyes, and leaned over in a daze, wanting to get into his arms.

The scene in front of her was still blurry, flickering, Hua Niansu turned sideways, hugged Ziyang in her arms, and coaxed softly: "It's not yet dawn, sleep a little longer."

"No, brother stay with me." Ziyang was still sleepy and staring, but he grabbed the hem of his clothes and didn't let go.

Hua Niansu lowered her head and kissed him lightly on the forehead, and said softly: "Good boy, be obedient, go to sleep."

After successfully stealing a good morning kiss, the little guy turned over contentedly and fell asleep happily.

Hua Niansu took a breath very lightly and slowly. For a moment just now, he suddenly felt very tired, as if his heart had been emptied, and he felt a sense of weakness that was powerless, and his reaction became dull.

He stared at the ceiling for a long time, and went out of his mind for a while. After the dizziness slowly passed, he put his hand on the edge of the couch, and half sat up on the bed rail.

Outside the door, Xinfang was already waiting outside. When she heard movement in the house, she opened the door and came in. She helped Hua Niansu dress and comb her hair. When she came in, she saw him sitting on the bed with his eyes closed. He hadn't gotten out of bed yet. Surprised, she walked up to him and saw a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and couldn't help but worry: "Young master?"

Hua Niansu opened her eyes, and smiled apologetically at her: "Been snoozing for a while, I made Aunt Xin laugh."

Seeing that the boy was looking up at her, Xinfang looked pale, but his eyes were still clear and peaceful, as gentle as before, so she nodded and stopped talking.

Hua Niansu put on her clothes and went outside, after a brief wash, she sat at the table and let Xinfang comb her hair.

Xinfang picked up the wooden comb, dipped it in some clean water, and carefully combed Hua Niansu's long hair.

The wooden comb shuttled between the thick black hair, and a few strands of silver-white hair flashed from time to time. Xinfang's eye circles gradually turned red. It turned out that the white hair on the boy's temples had unknowingly joined together, which was a bit shocking!

Is the price of this growth really too heavy!

Xinfang stopped, stroked her twice, her eyes filled with distress: "Young master, you have to take good care of your body, the lord still needs you to take care of it, you are so young that your hair is turning white."

Hua Niansu was slightly startled, and looked at the bronze mirror in front of her. In the mirror, the person's skin was whiter than snow, and his eyebrows were painted like black ink. He vaguely looked like a father.Seeing her gloomy complexion, Hua Niansu turned around, patted her hand lightly, and comforted her gently: "Aunt Xin, with skin and skin, received her parents, Su'er always remembers it in her heart, and dare not hurt her. But There are a few gray hairs, don’t be nervous, I know it in my heart, just help me braid the white hairs into a bun, it’s fine.”

Xinfang saw the dark blue shadows under his eyes, and the loose gray long hair hanging from his temples to his shoulders. Although he was smiling, he was obviously tired, so she couldn't bear to blame him, so she bit her lower lip and tried to get rid of the gray hair. hide.

After coming out of the bedroom and walking a long distance, after making sure that she was no longer visible behind her, and there were no other idle servants beside her, a morbid blush suddenly appeared on Hua Niansu's pale face, she covered her lips with her hand, and coughed twice , when he removed his hand, the sleeve edge was already stained with a little bit of bright red.

He skillfully took out his handkerchief, wiped away the bright red ball on his palm, threw the bloody handkerchief in the depths of the flowerbed, and continued on his way as if nothing had happened.

At dinner, Hua Niansu did not show up, nor did she go back to the bedroom to rest at night.Recently, due to the frequent changes in the fairy world, this is often the case, and everyone doesn't care much.

Until the third day, the old boy and Ziyang were walking the birds in the garden, when they heard that Hua Niansu had fainted in the hall and was sent back to the bedroom, the two were shocked and almost smashed the birdcage.

The Chalcedony Palace was in a panic, and the young master suddenly fainted, which made everyone at a loss and panicked for a while.Fortunately, Xinfang suppressed the news immediately, and prevented the people in the palace from talking too much, and strictly prohibited anyone from revealing the young master's physical condition. She just claimed to the outside world that she had accidentally suffered from heatstroke, and her body was weak, and she would be fine after a few days of rest.

"Because the young master has consumed too much spiritual power, the spirit in his body is already exhausted, coupled with long-term worry and heavy thoughts, which led to his heart attack and fainted. His body is very weak, he must lie in bed and recuperate, and he must not act rashly force."

Putting the boy's thin wrist under the quilt and covering it, the old doctor sighed heavily. It's really not easy. 17 years old is still an age that needs to be cared for, but he has already shouldered the heavy responsibility of the whole family's rise and fall on his immature shoulders. It's hard for this kid.

His spiritual power was overdrawn, the young man on the bed was pale, his convulsed fingers were almost embedded in the quilt, and his two delicate eyebrows were tightly frowned, looking very uncomfortable.

It was inconvenient for the old doctor to comment too much on the private matter between the demon king and his son, so he got up and went out to write a prescription.

When the two arrived, Xinfang was sending the doctor out of the house and sent someone to follow him back to get the medicine. When she turned around and looked up, she saw the person on the bed struggling to support her body, trying to sit up unsteadily, and hurried in.

"Little master, how can you get up? Lie down quickly." Xin Fang quickly pressed his shoulder, her eyes full of worry.

"Aunt Xin, I'm fine, don't say anything, don't let the king know..." Hua Niansu's voice was very soft, and he paused in the middle of speaking, and frowned fiercely, as if he was enduring great pain, and his throat was soft. After moving, he continued: "Let's just say that I have a lot of things to do recently, and I will go to see him in a few days..."

Xinfang kept shaking her head, and was about to persuade her, but the young man gently pushed her hand away, sat on the edge of the bed, leaned on the head of the bed with difficulty, and was about to put on her shoes and get off the bed.

"Have someone deliver today's official documents to the study, and I'll be there later. There's still something to do in court, so I can't... um, cough cough."

Hua Niansu felt her throat was a bit congested, so she coughed lightly, not wanting to choke out a big mouthful of blood immediately, splashing a lot on herself and Xinfang.

"Young Master!" Xin Fang exclaimed suddenly, her voice trembling with fear.

Hua Niansu let go of the hand that covered her mouth, and looked at the blood that kept oozing out between her fingers, still carrying her own body temperature, dripping on the front of her front, slowly fainting...

"Little Phoenix, how long do you want to hide from me?!" The man's low and mellow voice broke in suddenly, with undisguised anger, it exploded in Hua Niansu's ear.

Hua Niansu raised her head in a daze, her eyes were all gray, her ears were buzzing, and every inch of her body was screaming with pain. With a slight movement, the pain went straight to her heart.

"What's going on here?" Jun Wulei kept his face gloomy and frowning ever since he entered the door.

"Father...I'm just a little tired, I'll be fine after a night of sleep, Father don't have to worry." The young man tried his best to squeeze out a smile, trying to reassure him, completely unaware that his appearance was completely unconvincing.

"Stop talking, lie down quickly. After drinking the medicine for a while, don't think about anything, and rest well." Jun Wulei took the hot towel from Xinfang, and wiped off the blood on his palms and body little by little , while turning back and whispering to her to go and invite the doctor back immediately.

Jun Wulei held his hand and patted the back of his hand: "Okay, okay, it's okay. The old boy will be here with you tonight, and I won't go anywhere. You close your eyes and sleep for a while, the medicine is ready. I'll wake you up and drink again."

Half an hour later, the effect of the medicine passed, Hua Niansu limply on the bed, his pale face was covered with bead-sized beads of sweat, his hair was soaked in sweat, sticking greasy to his cheeks, he moved I didn't even have the strength to touch my fingers, and before I lost consciousness, a tall figure was vaguely reflected in my eyes, and I felt relieved, and fell asleep in a daze...

In his sleep, there would be small conversations, footsteps, water, and other noisy sounds in the house from time to time, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't wake up from his sleep.

I don't know how much time has passed, Hua Niansu opened his eyes again, only to feel that the outline of the scene in front of him was still blurred, but the light was very bright, it should be daytime, he squinted slightly, trying to adapt to the light.

"Little Phoenix, you're awake, are you still dizzy?" A big hand fell on his forehead, warm and gentle.

"No, Father, I... well, I'm ready."

"What nonsense, you still have a fever." Someone held his face and measured his temperature by forehead.

"Father...?" He tried to ask, trying to see the face of the person coming, but just turning his head made him dizzy and felt like vomiting.

Ziyang stood beside him, handing the old boy the freshly wrung wet towel from the basin, and looked worriedly at the boy on the bed.

On the day Hua Niansu fainted, she suddenly vomited blood, and developed a high fever at night. She has been in a coma for more than ten days in a row, without the slightest sign of waking up. He asked the doctor to apply acupuncture to stimulate his throat to swallow, put the medicine into several mouthfuls one at a time, and then used acupressure to help him stop vomiting. No one could do anything.

There was a porcelain bowl on the bedside cabinet, which was filled with black soup and medicine, exuding a bitter taste, it had been heated for countless times, and how much heat could not be seen.

"Brother, you have to persevere, don't give up, you will definitely get better." Zi Yang rushed to his bed, eyes red like a rabbit, took his hand, couldn't help sobbing: "In the future, Yang'er will be obedient, Don't be naughty anymore, brother, you need to get better soon."

The boy on the bed raised his head weakly, his bright eyes flickered, but his lips were dry and pale: "Don't...don't worry. Brother will be...heal soon."

He held Ziyang's hand backwards, almost unable to exert any strength, his breathing was weak, and brushed against Ziyang's skin, there was nothing there.He opened his mouth, wanting to say something more, but in the end he couldn't do what he wanted, and soon fell asleep from exhaustion...

Another round of sunrise and sunset, the sun sets.

With a bang, a medicine bowl fell on the door, and broken porcelain pieces and black medicine soup splashed around.

After hearing the doctor's pessimistic diagnosis, the man's body shook heavily, as if he had suffered a great blow, and then there was a sound of shattering in the room.

"Nonsense, what is Yaoshi Wuwang? You are all trash, get out! Get out!"

He was like a crazy lion, hugging his weak cub that was barely breathing and roaring in pain, refusing anyone to approach, Xinfang and Ziyang were forced to retreat outside the door, feeling sad.

It was night, Jun Wulei sat on the edge of the bed with blue stubble on his face, staring at the gray-faced young man in his arms with a sad expression.In just over 20 days, the corners of the man's eyes became wrinkled, and the eye sockets began to sink in. He lost a lot of weight, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Seeing Hua Niansu's lifeless look, Jun Wulei carefully took him into his arms, the young man's slender body seemed to be embedded in his body, and was tightly covered by the quilt.The man sat quietly by the bed and spoke softly to him in a very gentle voice.

"Little Fenghuang, don't be angry with the old boy, get up and talk to me, okay? Look, I won't steal monkey wine again. I kept the ones I stole last time and didn't want to drink it..... Yes, didn't you want me to make you a paper kite last time? When you wake up, I will make you the largest and most beautiful paper kite. It will definitely fly very high..."

Jun Wulei hugged Hua Niansu, like coaxing a baby, patted his back lightly, while chattering a lot.The pale boy didn't respond, but still closed his eyes tightly, allowing the man to hug him tighter and tighter.

This scene made Xinfang unable to hold back her tears. For so many nights, the demon king stayed by the young master's side without sleep.

Occasionally, when the wind blows up a corner of the bamboo curtain, she can still see the same scene from outside the house. A pair of wide hands hold the boy's slender right wrist tightly, as if holding a treasure that will be lost at any time, and the feeling of licking the calf makes her feel Everyone was shocked.