Your Majesty has a white moonlight

It rained, and unexpectedly lost the eldest prince, the future prince.The emperor Longyan was furious, and the people accompanying him felt chills on the back of their necks, and they did not dare to stay by the emperor's side any longer.

There was chaos outside the gate of the palace, and everyone who could go out to find someone was sent out.Suddenly seeing a guard rushing back with the eldest prince in his arms, everyone felt that they would survive the catastrophe, so they hurriedly made way for them to welcome them in.

The accompanying imperial physician was already waiting, Fang glanced at the eldest prince, only to see Yan Qinghe limping in, supported by a guard.

Yan Qinghe was drenched all over, and his hair was sticking to his face, still dripping.His face was pale, his lips were purple, and he suddenly walked into a warm room from the cold rain, his body was still shaking.

Zhang Jie had been in a hurry for a long time, and just breathed a sigh of relief, but when he saw Yan Qinghe's appearance, he was shocked for a moment, and there was still some faint fear, and he was so anxious that he couldn't help saying angrily: "What's wrong with you!"

After finishing speaking, he realized that his tone was too scary, so he slowed down and asked, "What's going on?"

"It's okay..." Yan Qinghe said, "I broke my leg, a little injury."

A guard approached the emperor and said softly, "Master Yan is the one who found His Highness."

Zhang Jie took a deep breath, nodded, and motioned for the imperial physician to show him too.There are two patients but only one doctor, Yan Qinghe said: "I'm fine, let's show it to the eldest prince first."

The imperial physician turned to the emperor and said: "Your Highness is frightened and caught a cold, it should be fine. First scrub your body, change into clean clothes, drink some hot ginger soup to sweat, and wait for a prescription to soothe the nerves."

A group of people were busy taking care of the eldest prince, Yan Qinghe was helped to a chair and sat down, and rolled up the trousers he had put down.The wound was no longer bleeding, but it was white and swollen from the rain, and there was still some mud.

The emperor's face turned cold: "Is this scratched?"

The imperial physician looked at the wound carefully and said, "It seems to be injured by a sharp object."

"It should be an arrow..." Yan Qinghe was already too tired to speak anymore, but he had to say, "The arrow they dropped accidentally hit it."

Someone beside him said: "There should be poison on the arrow..."

After Yan Qinghe heard this, he didn't feel very scared.He has experienced too many things tonight, and he no longer has the strength to be shocked. He just thinks calmly that he is really unlucky.

Yan Qinghe himself was not in a hurry, but someone was in a hurry for him.The emperor said angrily: "Poisonous? What kind of poison? What's going on?"

The imperial doctor hurriedly said: "It should be fine! The poison used is mild, it just slows down the movement of the prey, so it doesn't have a big impact on people. Besides, the wound is not deep, and it is washed by rain, so there shouldn't be much poison in the blood."

Yan Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief when he realized that he had saved his life, but the emperor was still frowning, his anger still lingering.

The imperial doctor said: "The minister is cleaning the wound now, Your Majesty..."

"I'm watching right here."

The conditions in the palace were inconvenient, so the imperial physician ordered someone to warm up strong wine, first wash off the stains with clean water, and then pour hot wine over it.Yan Qinghe clenched the armrest of the chair tightly, and it was difficult to scream under the eyes of everyone, so he gritted his teeth and swallowed the groan/moan back.

Sometimes when you hurt yourself, you don't realize it's a big deal, but the onlookers see it shockingly.Zhang Jie gave Liu Shan a wink, and Liu Shan said knowingly to the rest of the people: "The water is hot? Clean clothes are ready? What are you waiting for?"

The idlers all retreated, Zhang Jie stepped forward, took Yan Qinghe's hand, and said, "If you want to scream, just scream."

He held Yan Qinghe's hand, not only to comfort Yan Qinghe, but also to give himself strength.He was terrified when he saw Yan Qinghe's inhuman appearance just now, and his heart is still beating violently, and he always feels that he needs to touch someone to feel at ease.

Yan Qinghe was still holding on, and said: "It's just a small injury, nowhere..." Before he finished speaking, the imperial doctor began to prescribe medicine, and he couldn't help but "hiss".

Zhang Jie laughed at him: "Show off your strength."

Yan Qinghe felt tears rolling in his eyes again, he quickly raised his head and closed his eyes: "What is His Majesty always doing here? What's wrong with the First Prince?"

Zhang Jie said: "You are already like this, why do you still think so much?"

"Of course I want to..." Yan Qinghe panted, "If the eldest prince has something to do, wouldn't it be a waste of effort for me."

"I'm going to see him." Zhang Jie said, "You have a good rest."

The emperor lifted the curtain and walked out of the inner room, and saw the two teenagers still wearing wet clothes, standing outside the door with their heads bowed.He glanced at them and said, "Go back early and rest, don't catch a cold again."

The eldest prince just drank the tranquilizing medicine and fell asleep.Liu Shan said softly: "Your Highness is auspicious, and nothing will happen."

Zhang Jie asked his eldest prince to be guarded all night and not to leave at all times.Liu Shan replied: "It's natural, I've ordered it long ago, there won't be a single omission."

After tossing and tossing for a long time at night, it was already very late, and Zhang Jie should go to bed.But he was still a little uneasy, and wanted to see Yan Qinghe again.

At this time, the little eunuch had scrubbed Yan Qinghe, changed into clean clothes, and lay on the bed.Zhang Jie came closer to look, but saw that Yan Qinghe was tightly covered with a quilt, with a wet cloth on his forehead, his eyes were closed, his cheeks were flushed abnormally, and even his breathing was heavy.

"Why didn't you see me for a while, and that's it?" the emperor asked in a low voice, but couldn't hide the displeasure in his words.

"Return to Your Majesty," said the imperial physician at the side, "Your Majesty Yan is not in good health, and he was tired after being exposed to the rain and cold, and now he has a fever."

Zhang Jie stretched out his hand to hold Yan Qinghe's hand under the quilt again, his cold hand was now hot.

"Your Majesty," the imperial physician has always turned a blind eye to the two people's overly intimate behavior, and only said, "You should leave first, it will be bad if you get sick."

Zhang Jie went to look at Yan Qinghe's face again, only to see Yan Qinghe, who was in a coma, moved his lips slightly and made a few sounds.

Although the voice was low and hoarse, one could tell that what he called was: "Mother...Mother..."

Zhang Jie suddenly felt sore in his heart.For the first time, he felt ashamed. He seemed to have discovered suddenly that Yan Qinghe is also such a real person, a person with his own parents, his own love and hatred.

The eldest prince has a group of people holding him like stars, carefully surrounding him, protecting him, and taking care of him.If Yan Qinghe was at home, there should be many people taking care of him; but now here, there is no one to rely on when he is sick.

In other words, he can only rely on himself.

Yan Qinghe didn't sleep well, and frowned in his dream.People who are injured are always the ones who can arouse people's sympathy the most.No matter how strong a person is, when he falls ill, he becomes weak and needs to be cared for and protected.

Zhang Jie lightly shook Yan Qinghe's hand and looked at him for a long time.It wasn't until the imperial physician reminded him again that he let go of his hands and stood up, saying to the imperial physician, "Take care of him."

Although it was raining heavily, it was a shower, and it stopped that night, and set off for the palace early the next morning.Originally, it was a bit risky to live at night, and there was fear of mountain torrents under heavy rain.But it is more dangerous to walk in the rain at night, not to mention the gentle mountains, dense forests, and the possibility of flash floods is very small, so you can only stay overnight, but you can't stay for a long time.

Zhang Jiechen first asked the eldest prince, and Liu Shan said: "Your Highness had a fever in the middle of the night, but now he is fine. The imperial doctor said that he might still have a fever in the afternoon, which is normal."

Zhang Jie nodded, and asked again: "What about him?"

Liu Shan knew that it was Yan Qinghe who was asking the question, and replied, "Master Yan, it's not very good..."

Yan Qinghe wasn't just bad.He had a high fever intermittently all night, and after tossing and tossing for a long time, he finally subsided, and the fever flared up again before dawn.When I had a fever, I felt uncomfortable all over, and I didn't sleep well all night. My head was heavy and painful, and it was a mess.He once heard that someone had a high fever and became a fool, and now he is also very worried about whether his mind is still normal.

When it was time to leave, he finally felt better again, and his mind was clearer.Liu Shan asked the emperor: "Master Yan, is he going to the palace, or is he going back to the mansion?"

Zhang Jie suddenly remembered that last night, Yan Qinghe called his mother in his dream.It may be better to have family by your side when you are sick.He said: "Send him back... Ask the imperial doctor to go with him first, and ask him to visit often in the future."

There are some benefits to being sick, after all.Yan Qinghe returned home, but no one came to ask him about these messy things.He is a sick man who needs to recuperate, and no one dares to disturb him.

Only once, when Yan Qinghe woke up drowsily, he saw his mother sitting by the bed, with red eyes, whispering to his elder brother: "How did He'er suffer so much? He never left home since he was a child. How could he I can take care of myself..."

Yan Qinghe called out in a low voice: "Mother..."

Seeing that he woke up, Gu Jin quickly wiped the corners of his eyes with a handkerchief, and asked, "Is it disturbing you? Do you want a drink?"

Yan Qinghe shook his head and said, "I'm fine...but I just caught a cold and had a fever. What's the big problem...Why are you still crying..."

Gu Jin said: "You didn't get sick once in the past few years, but now you've been sick twice in just one year, isn't that a big deal? What do you mean you just caught a cold and you still have injuries on your legs..."

Yan Qinghe laughed: "It's a little injury, I was naughty when I was a child, and I had a lot of bumps and bumps." But his face was sick, and his smile was not good-looking, but it made him look haggard.

Gu Jin hurriedly said: "Okay, okay, it's okay. Don't talk, mother is gone, let's have a good rest."

"Don't..." Yan Qinghe said, "You can stay with me again."

The eldest prince will recover in a few days, and he can be alive and kicking again.Yan Qinghe didn't look like a young man. He had a high fever for several days, and he felt uncomfortable lying on the bed.

Zhang Jie was used to having Yan Qinghe by his side, just like he was used to having people by his side many years ago.Suddenly there was no one there, and this person left due to illness.

When people encounter things, they can't help but think of the worst.Every day when Zhang Jie heard that Yan Qinghe hadn't recovered, his mood sank.People are not made of iron, even young people cannot withstand such a long illness.

He is not young, and he can't bear gains and losses.He questioned the imperial physician Xingshi, and the imperial physician said: "It's not just an injury. The patient was overthinking before. He was exposed to the rain for a while, and the wound was not treated promptly. He naturally collapsed and it was difficult to recover for a while. The wound is easy to heal, but the heart disease is difficult to heal. "

He lost his temper when he heard it.Overthinking, why is Yan Qinghe overthinking?In the final analysis, it turned out to be the root of the disaster.