Transmigrated to become the Tyrant's Male Concubine

Wen Chi returned to the house, and wiped off the blood on his fingertips with a handkerchief.

After such a small episode, he immediately lost the mood to look for Zuo Zhi, wiped his hands and feet with a handkerchief, then got back under the covers, and stayed up until dawn with his eyes open.

The snow fell all night, and the next morning, not only did it not stop, but it became bigger and bigger.

Xu Shi Wenchi was blown outside for too long last night by the cold wind. When he woke up, he felt dizzy and dizzy. He wanted to get up to eat, but he couldn't get up for a long time.

Seeing that the situation was not right, Ruofang ran over and touched Wen Chi's forehead, then her own, and said, "Master, your face is so hot!"

Wen Chi lay groggy on the bed, his vague consciousness could barely distinguish Ruo Fang's words, his voice was extremely hoarse, as if he had rubbed against a rough wooden board: "Ruo Fang, I feel a little uncomfortable, Just go about your business and leave me alone."

"How can this be done?" Ruo Fang asked urgently, "My lord, please wait a moment, this servant will go and invite Mrs. Hua here."

After finishing speaking, Ruofang ran out thump-thump-thump.

Not long after Ruofang left, Zuo Zhi and Liu De rushed over upon hearing the news.

Zuo Zhi and Liu De stood beside Wen Chi's bed anxiously. Although they were strong in martial arts, they knew nothing about medical skills, so they stared at each other, helpless.

Fortunately, Ruofang hurried back with Hua Zizang before waiting too long.

Hua Zizang carried the medicine box and carefully checked Wen Chi, then turned around and saw the nervous faces of the three people, and smiled in relief: "Mr. , you go to the pharmacy to grab some medicine, and every morning and evening, cook a dose of medicine according to the amount I wrote on the list, and you will get better within a few days."

Hearing this, Ruofang hastily stretched out her hands to take the list, and said gratefully, "I'm here to help you, dude."

Hanako waved his hands: "It's nothing more than a little effort."

With that said, he packed the medicine box and prepared to leave.

Ruofang said again: "Young Master Hua, I will send you off."

Hanako did not refuse.

Ruofang has been sending Hua Zizang to the gate of the courtyard. Before leaving, Hua Zizang said: "You'd better go to Mr. Yin to ask for leave, and let him rest for a few days, and deal with him when he recovers." Those things are fine."

Ruofang nodded and said, "I know now."

After sending Huazizang away, Ruofang went back to get some broken silver, and asked Liu De to go out to grab medicine together.

Wen Chi's consciousness became more and more sinking, he seemed to be lying in an ocean intertwined with ice and fire, two extreme feelings tugged at his nerves from left to right.

In a daze, it seemed that someone put a handkerchief soaked in hot water on his forehead.

He tried very hard to open his eyes, but it was a pity that after so much effort, he just narrowed his eyes into a slit. He couldn't see who the person in front of the bed was, he only knew that the person had been busy in front of his bed.

He stared straight at the man.

After a while, the man noticed his gaze, stopped his hands, and approached cautiously: "Mr. Wen, are you okay?"

It was Zuozhi's voice.

For some reason, after learning that the person in front of the bed was Zuo Zhi, a faint sense of loss rippled in Wen Chi's heart lake. Fortunately, this trace of loss soon disappeared like the rippling ripples.

Wen Chi felt the bitterness in his throat, so he moved his lips: "I want to drink water."

"Young master, wait a moment," Zuo Zhi ran away after finishing speaking, and came back after a while. She sat on the side of the bed, helped Wen Chi up with one hand, and handed the edge of the teacup to Wen Chi's lips, "Young master, be careful! .”

After taking a few sips, Wen Chi couldn't drink any more, and shook his head slightly.

Zuo Zhi supported Wen Chi with one hand and lay down again.

Wen Chi turned his head to look at Zuo Zhi's figure guarding the bed, and suddenly remembered the things he planned to ask Zuo Zhi last night. He wanted to take advantage of this moment to ask, but his voice was too dry, not only hoarse and unpleasant, And it's hard to speak.

In desperation, Wen Chi had no choice but to give up this idea, close his eyes, and take a good rest.

Wen Chi slept all day before waking up, but he didn't wake up naturally, but was woken up by Ruofang.

Ruofang was holding a medicine bowl in her hand, which contained decocted medicine. She squatted down in front of Wenchi's bed and said softly, "My lord, you haven't eaten all day, so drink up the medicine first. Let's eat something more."

Wen Chi was very uncomfortable. Just being helped up by Zuo Zhi and sitting on the head of the bed, he felt top-heavy, and the candlelight in front of him swirled round and round.

He has no appetite, let alone eat, but he still needs to drink the medicine.

So he took the medicine bowl from Ruofang's hand and drank it bit by bit.

The medicine was bitter and astringent, and it was harder to drink than the traditional Chinese medicine Wen Chi had ever drunk. He drank and drank on and off, and almost retched during the period. It took him about a cup of tea to barely drink a small half.

He glanced at the dark concoction in the bowl, the swaying water pattern reflected his pale face, he swallowed the bitterness in his mouth with great difficulty, and then couldn't drink any more.

"I don't want to drink anymore," Wen Chi handed the medicine bowl to Ruofang, "You take it away."

Ruofang looked at the medicine juice in the bowl, and found that there was still more than half of it left, her delicate eyebrows frowned immediately, she refused to take the medicine bowl no matter what, and persuaded in a good voice: "Young master, good medicine Bitter taste is good for the disease, this medicine is a list hidden by Huazi, you are so sick, you should drink up this bowl of medicine, and you will get better soon after drinking it."

Zuo Zhi, who was supporting Wen Chi, also said: "Mr. Wen, Ruo Fang is right, if you want to get better soon, you still have to drink up this bowl of medicine, otherwise you are so sick, who will go out with Master Yin tomorrow?" ?”

Wen Chi also knew this truth, but the concoction was so bad that he found it difficult to swallow it.

But even though Wen Chi was very resistant in his heart, after listening to what Ruo Fang and Zuo Zhi said, he still tried to take another sip.

Unexpectedly, he couldn't hold on to this mouthful, he coughed suddenly, and directly spit all the medicine juice in his mouth back into the bowl.

He tilted his head, put his fist on his lips, and coughed violently, as if he wanted to cough up all the lungs.

Seeing this, Ruofang and Zuo Zhi didn't dare to persuade Wen Chi to drink the medicine anymore.

Ruofang quickly took the medicine bowl from Wen Chi's hand, got up and left the bedroom, Zuo Zhi sat by the bed, stroking Wen Chi's back again and again.

Wen Chi managed to slow down, and was supported by Zuo Zhi to lie back on the bed. For a moment, he felt that half of his life had been taken away. He was so uncomfortable that he even had difficulty breathing, and he had to open his mouth every time he took a breath.

It was the first time for Zuo Zhi to see Wen Chi so seriously ill, and he felt uncomfortable.

In her impression, Wen Chi was like a rabbit that was easily frightened. Although he was timid and would faint when he was frightened, his vitality was also very tenacious. Even His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, who was feared by everyone, could not do anything to him.

Before Liu De taught Wen Chi martial arts, despite Wen Chi's superficially docile and well-behaved appearance, in fact, he often tripped Liu De up and made troubles in order to be lazy.

Thinking of Liu De's disgraced face at Wen Chi's place, Zuo Zhi couldn't help but want to laugh, but now was not the time to laugh, so she quickly suppressed the smile on the corner of her mouth.

He stayed there until Wen Chi fell asleep, and then Zuo Zhi twirled Wen Chi's quilt, got up and walked out.

As soon as he walked through the arch, he bumped into Ruofang who was walking in with dinner.

Zuo Zhi glanced at the porridge and side dishes Ruofang had prepared, then turned his head to look at the restless sleeper on the bed, sighed and said, "He fell asleep, let him eat after he wakes up."

Ruofang still frowned: "Young master only drank half of that bowl of medicine just now, so I don't know if it's effective."

Speaking of this, Zuo Zhi also frowns.

The two girls faced each other and worried for a while, but they couldn't come up with a good solution. Finally, they decided to see the effect first. If Wen Chi didn't get better after sleeping, they would force him to drink up the whole bowl of medicine tomorrow. .

Unexpectedly, as the night passed, Wen Chi seemed to be getting more and more ill.

Yesterday Wen Chi was still conscious intermittently, and could speak a few words, but today he has been in a coma, with cold sweat constantly breaking out on his face, and if you listen carefully, you can still find that he is slurring nonsense.

Both Ruofang and Zuo Zhi were frightened by Wen Chi's appearance, and even Liu De, who was always indifferent to emotions, became visibly nervous.

Ruofang had no choice but to hide Huazi again in a hurry.

After Hua Zizang checked Wenchi, he asked Ruofang about Wenchi's medication and meals. Ruofang didn't dare to hide anything, and told all the truth.

Hanako thought about it for a moment, and decided to change it.

He asked Liu De and a few guards to bring a bucket of hot water, put some medicine in the water, then asked Ruofang and Zuo Zhi to take off Wen Chi's clothes, and helped Wen Chi into the water.

In order to avoid suspicion, Hua Zizang planned to slip away when Ruofang and Zuo Zhi were taking off their clothes in the warm pool together. Before leaving, he did not forget to tell him: "The medicinal bath needs to be soaked for an hour. After soaking, re-decoct the medicine. Be sure to monitor the temperature." Young Master, drink up the whole bowl of medicine, and you have to eat afterwards, if there is still something you don’t understand, come to me when you’re done.”

Ruofang was grateful, and was about to thank her, but before she could turn her head, she caught a glimpse of Hanako disappearing outside the arch from the corner of her vision.

Ruofang was silent for a moment, then looked at Zuo Zhi who was still humming and taking off Wen Chi's clothes with a blank expression: "Sister Zuo Zhi, why is Playboy running so fast?"

Zuo Zhi also looked puzzled: "I don't know, that Hua Zizang is really weird, but he seems to be quite afraid of Mr. Wen."

Ruofang asked curiously: "Why? Mr. Wen is so good-looking, yet there are still people who are afraid of Mr. Wen."

Zuo Zhi said: "Perhaps because he is afraid of His Royal Highness?" After all, Mr. Wen belongs to His Highness, so Hua Zizang naturally did not dare to get too close to Mr. Wen.

This made sense, and the two girls suddenly realized, but the next moment, their movements of taking off Wenchi's clothes became slow.

After being quiet for a while, Ruofang said cautiously, "Sister Zuozhi, shall we finish taking off Mr. Wen's clothes?"

Originally, Zuo Zhi was going to take off Wen Chi's clothes, and take a medicinal bath while wearing the clothes.

However, after guessing about Huazizang just now, Zuo Zhi suddenly became a little uncertain. With His Royal Highness's jealousy, he might goug out their eyes tomorrow.

Seeing that Zuo Zhi didn't respond for a long time, Ruo Fang called softly, "Sister Zuo Zhi?"

Zuo Zhi suddenly came back to his senses, and gritted his teeth: "It's over." Compared with his eyes, Mr. Wen's illness is more important.