I was a fan in ancient times [Transmigration Book]

Chu Fei's original voice was not unpleasant, but now it is a little hoarse, which is too different from the original voice.

Chu Fei remained silent, and Bai Shao who was at the side said, "What's wrong with this, isn't it because Chu Shiying drugged it back then? His luck is pretty good. I heard that many people took the drug and became dumb immediately. gone."

Han Yi: ...

Only then did he remember that he hadn't paid attention to Chu Shiying before, so he asked, "How is he doing now?"

Bai Shao knew that he was asking about Chu Shiying, so he said with a smile: "You have to ask your little Fei."

Han Yi:? ? ?

What is his Xiao Fei?

He glanced at Bai Shao inexplicably, then turned to look at Chu Fei.

Chu Fei lowered his eyes and said, "He's still alive."

He spoke very calmly, but from these three words, Han Yi always felt that he could hear a gloomy feeling.

Han Yi didn't ask any more questions. He reckoned that Chu Fei wasn't some kind of Holy Mother, because Chu Shiying begged for his life because of the love back then, but Chu Shiying treated him like this, and Chu Fei wouldn't let him live well.

In other words, Chu Fei didn't kill his enemy immediately, but let him live, so how to live is a problem.

Thinking about Chu Shiying's current situation, I am afraid that he is really suffering.

But he deserved it. Han Yi didn't care about this matter, but turned to Chu Fei who was following him when he entered the bathhouse and said, "I really don't need help!"

Chu Fei responded, but still dutifully stood at the door.

Han Yi said helplessly, "All of you don't listen to me."

Even though he said that, he was not doing anything else, he just closed the door and hummed a song before going to take a bath.

Listening to the song with an unknown tune in his mouth, Chu Fei inexplicably felt a little more relaxed. The tune sounded so cheerful that he couldn't help but lick the corners of his lips.

Bai Shao glanced at it from a distance, with a complicated expression on his face, but he quickly pushed the wheelchair away.

Han Yi hummed the theme song of Doraemon after washing it, and felt refreshed. I don’t know why this song is so magical, so he still remembers it after so many years, and every time he hears it, he feels better .

Thinking of this, after wiping his body, he put on his underwear and called Chu Fei to come in.

You don't need help in bathing, but you need to wear clothes, especially official clothes.

After getting dressed, Han Yi hurriedly entered the palace again.

At this time, most of the courtiers outside have not received any news, and since today is not the time for the Great Court Meeting, they are probably all on holiday at home, and they don't know when they will get the news.

When Han Yi came, Yan Zheng personally came out to pick him up.

He looked at Yan Zheng's expression and felt relieved when he found that it wasn't very heavy.

Yan Zheng was a little surprised and asked: "Didn't I tell you to go back to rest? Why did you come here again?"

Han Yi responded, "I heard that the king had an emergency, so he came here without worrying about it. What's the matter?"

Yan Zheng said softly: "It's nothing serious, it's just that I drank some wine last night, and then I stood outside for a long time, so I have some symptoms of wind and cold."

Two years ago, Yan Zijian wouldn't worry about such a small symptom, but not now, with just such a small symptom, he collapsed directly.

Han Yi followed him inside, and Yan Zijian was awake at this time, but his face was sallow, and he looked really unhealthy.

Before Han Yi saluted him, Yan Zijian said weakly, "Ah Yi is here, and you really have the heart."

He was so ill that he had only one son who was ill by his side, and the other son hadn't come yet, but it was Han Yi who came first, which moved him so much.

Han Yi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said: "I also ask the king to make a plan for the world, and heal his illness with peace of mind."

At this time, the boiled porridge happened to be delivered from below, Yan Zheng brought it over, patiently and meticulously blew the porridge in the spoon, and fed it to Yan Zijian little by little.

Han Yi stood by and looked at Yan Zheng's profile. He didn't know if it was his illusion. He always felt that Yan Zheng seemed more mature and handsome today.

When he was staring blankly at Yan Zheng's profile, he suddenly heard Yan Zijian say: "Take it away!"

Yan Zheng coaxed patiently: "Father hasn't eaten in the morning, so he must eat some."

Before Yan Zijian could speak, the eunuch at the door came in and reported, "Your Majesty, Dr. Jiang will see you."

Yan Zijian raised his eyebrows: "Let him in."

Yan Zheng didn't move this time, he still held the bowl in a very good temper and said: "Father, please use some more."

Yan Zijian frowned: "What is the dining room doing? What kind of unpalatable things are they making!"

It was rare for Han Yi to see him lose his temper like this, so he almost didn't laugh out loud.

Fortunately, Jiang Buwei had strode in at this time. He frowned and stood at the door for a while, and waited until the chill on his body receded before striding in and asking: "How is your majesty? He was fine last night, how come Sick this morning?"

Yan Zijian half closed his eyes and said, "The news about Dr. Jiang came quickly."

Han Yi: ...

A sick person is indeed difficult to serve, especially when the sick person is your boss.

Just now he disliked that there was only the eldest son by his side, but now that someone came to see him, he spoke in such a sly way instead.

Jiang Buwei seemed to be used to it, so he just asked, "Why doesn't your majesty use food?"

Yan Zijian frowned: "I just have a headache, the dining room only makes porridge!"

Because porridge is the safest food, although Yan Zijian usually eats better than others, but when he is sick, the dining room dare not give him food.

Yan Zheng was a little helpless: "How can father and king do without food?"

However, Yan Zijian already had a bitter taste in his mouth, and now he was made to drink tasteless porridge, so he was naturally unhappy.

Yan Zheng and Jiang Buwei took turns persuading him to no avail, Yan Zijian just refused to eat.

Jiang Buwei was really helpless, turned around and saw Han Yi standing beside him smiling, raised his eyebrows and said, "Your Majesty has no appetite, I don't know if the almighty Captain Han has a trick?"

Yan Zheng glanced at Jiang Buwei after hearing this, and just about to speak, he heard Han Yi say: "I am not omnipotent, but, forget it, I happen to have a medicinal diet in my hand, and I asked the dining room to make it for the king." Use it."

Yan Zijian immediately opened his eyes when he heard this sentence. One of his first impressions of Han Yi was that the food he cooked was delicious. Now he heard what Han Yi said and asked, "This recipe...is a secret Korean recipe. ?”

Han Yi paused and said, "No, there is no medicinal food in the Korean palace."

Yan Zijian was even more curious after hearing this, and Han Yi turned around and wrote down the prescription. In fact, it is not a medicinal diet, and it may only be regarded as nourishing food in later generations.

It was just cooking porridge with some nourishing medicines. When Yan Zheng was injured, Han Yi specially learned about the medicinal materials of this era, and he put warm and non-irritating nourishing medicinal materials together to cook porridge.

Yes, it is still porridge. When you are sick, drinking porridge is the most nourishing.

However, he is different from Shanfang in that he also added some pears to the porridge for seasoning.

The porridge cooked in this way has a little sweetness, which is naturally more acceptable to Yan Zijian.

After Yan Zijian used two bowls of porridge, he said with a smile: "Ah Yi's recipe is not bad, um, speaking of that binoculars, can Ah Yi make a few more? Otherwise, someone will quarrel with the widow again. "

As he spoke, he glanced at Jiang Buwei, and Jiang Buwei felt a little helpless.

Han Yi said with a look of shock: "I gave you all the things, and I will give you the drawings later. You can just find someone to do it yourself. I polished this thing by hand, and my hands are going to be worn out. If you make it One is enough, how many more can I make?"

If you can do it or not, it's fine if Yan Zijian didn't realize it. By the time he thinks this thing is a bit dangerous, wouldn't it be too late?

After hearing this, Yan Zijian coughed twice and laughed, "Okay, okay, I won't let you do it, I won't let you do it."

After he finished speaking, Yan Zheng asked, "Did you hurt your hand?"

After thinking about it, Han Yi stretched out his right hand and said, "Yes."

The palm and fingers of his right hand did have a few red and swollen spots, all of which were traces of blisters from grinding.

Yan Zheng held his hand carefully not to touch the wound on his hand, and said distressedly: "Why don't you leave it to the servant?"

Han Yi said: "They don't know how to do it. I know the number after I finish it myself, so I can let others do it."

Yan Zijian waved his hand and said, "It's alright, alright, I'll give you a holiday for... three days! Go back and rest!"

Han Yi: ...

Three days... is really generous!

However, Yan Zijian asked him to go back to rest, so Han Yi naturally couldn't stay longer, so he saluted and said, "Your Excellency will leave."

Yan Zijian waved to him with a smile and said, "Go, go."

After Han Yi came out of Yan Zijian's bedroom, he walked halfway and saw a little palace lady walking towards him. The little palace lady saluted Han Yi and said, "Your Honor is Captain Han?"

Han Yi stopped and said, "Exactly."

The little palace maid said: "My beauty heard that Captain Han was coming, so she asked me to bring some snacks for Captain Han, saying that she would like to thank Captain Han for his help to the prince."

Han Yi was stunned for a moment before saying: "Yi thanked Zhao Meiren, but it is the duty of a courtier to assist the prince, and it is not possible to be so solemn as a beauty."

The little maid said: "It's inconvenient for the beauty to see Captain Han, so she sent me here, put the snacks elsewhere, and ask Captain Han to come with me."

Han Yi was vigilant in his heart: "Thank you beauty for her kindness, but this is unnecessary. Let me go."

Seeing that he was about to leave, the little palace lady hurriedly took a step forward, but she couldn't stand still, and fell to the side with an "ouch".

Han Yi subconsciously reached out his hand to support her, but just as he reached out, he saw something shining in the little palace maid's sleeve.

He paused with his outstretched hand, and just about to take two steps back, he saw the little palace lady who was not standing still suddenly rushing up, holding a sharp knife in her hand and shouting bitterly: "Traitor, go to hell! "

Han Yi's pupils shrank, and he dodged back reflexively, but the little palace lady seemed to be very skilled, and her speed was much faster than him. As soon as he took a step back, the sharp knife pierced his front.