After dressing as Kangxi, I raised my children full-time [Qing Chuan]

Like a knife?

Ye Luo closed her eyes, took another deep look at Yinhu, and had ten thousand MMP words to say in her heart.

"Throat hurts, like a knife cut?" Ye Luo took another look, really couldn't express his temper with the lying fool, turned his head and glared at Yinhu's words, biting his lips and watching sadly. Yinzhen of Yinhu.

"Why are you still standing there? Write!"

"Write, write what?" Yinzhen withdrew his gaze, and shrank his neck under Ye Luo's eyes that seemed to be eating people, "I don't know..."

"Just write about a sore throat."

"Oh... I see." Yinzhen, who suddenly understood, quickly took a note and wrote down the information.

"What else?" Ye Luo turned back and looked at Yinhu again, "Stop talking if you have a sore throat, I ask you, if you have this symptom, you can nod, if you don't, then shake your head, understand?"

"My son..."

"Nod or shake your head!"

Yinhu, who was yelled at for the first time, did not feel wronged, and nodded slightly.

"Do you feel dizzy? Just groggy, feeling that things in front of you have been spinning?"

Yinhu thought for a moment, shook his head and nodded slightly.

"I have this symptom, but it's not as serious as I said, is it?"

Yinhu nodded.

"Write it down!" Ye Luo looked back at Yinzhen, who hurriedly started writing from the beginning, which made Ye Luo couldn't help scolding his mother again in his heart, "You don't need to write so much, I feel slightly dizzy."

Yinzhen let out a cry, and quickly took a pen to erase the previous content, and re-wrote the four words.

"Do you have a headache? Just a pain from time to time?"

Yinhu shook his head.

"What are you writing?" Yinzhen picked up the pen from the corner of the eye, and Ye Luo turned his head to look at Yinhu, "He doesn't have a headache, what do you write? Just write down the symptoms you have."

"Oh, my son knows."

Ye Luo could no longer remember how many times he sighed, he felt that the number of times he sighed after Yinhu's illness had skyrocketed, catching up to his personal record.

"I told you to write, and you write again, understand?"

"My son understands."

"Huang Ama, the water is here!" Before the person arrived, Yinzhen howled from a distance, and tremblingly came to the front with a basin of cold water.

A maid dressed in pink quickly took out a shelf, Yinzhen put the water basin on it, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Another court lady took out a brand new white towel from the side and handed it to Yinzhen.

"Why did you give this to me? I don't need it."

The maid froze for a moment, blinked her eyes a few times before recovering her voice, "Brother Jiu, this is a towel used to cool Brother Ba."

"Ah?" Yinzhen blinked blankly, and subconsciously turned her head to look at Ye Luo who was standing beside the bed, "Huang Ama?"

"Didn't you hear what she said? Put the towel in the water, wring it out and put it on your starling's head."

"Oh, my son knows." Yinzhen took the towel and soaked it in the water.

Ye Luo glanced at Yinhu who opened his mouth and looked like he was about to speak, and made a mouth-to-mouth comparison, and the latter closed his mouth obediently.

"When walking, do you feel that your body can't exert its strength, and your legs and feet are weak?"

Yinhu nodded slightly.

Ye Luo turned her head and looked at Yinzhen, "Writing my muscles are sore and weak."

"Chicken?" Yinzhen, who was about to write, paused when the tip of the pen touched the paper, "Is that the chicken you ate?"

In fact, what Yinzhen wants to ask more is, where is the chicken in mynah's body?Why did Huang Ama suddenly say that?Could it be because Huang Ama wanted to eat chicken?

Ye Luo was silently embarrassed for a while, and then continued without blushing, "Write that your body is weak."

Yinzhen let out an oh and quickly picked up a pen and wrote it down.

Yinzhen folded the towel according to the method the court lady taught him, took it, walked to the bed, bent down and covered Yinhu's forehead, then stepped back a few steps, walked to Yinzhen and looked down.

"Sore throat? Mynah, is your throat uncomfortable? Then you talked so much on the way here, mynah, you..." Yinzhen bit his lips, but he couldn't continue complaining, because his eighth brother smiled Shaked his head at him.

"Go get a glass of honey water and bring it here." Ye Luo raised his eyes and glanced at Yinzhen, "Drinking some honey water is good for your health if you have a fever."

In fact, drinking honey water when you have a fever can moisten the intestines and relieve constipation, and enhance the body's immunity, but if they say that, they don't understand.

"Hey, I'm going now!" Yinzhen immediately became excited when he heard that writing honey water was good for his health. He looked back at the serving maid and raised his chin to signal her to take him to pour a cup of honey water for my starling.

"Don't worry about honey water yet, I will continue to ask you, do you feel cold under the quilt now?"

Yinhu shook his head and nodded again.

"It wasn't cold before, did it just start to get cold?"

Yinhu shook his head again.

"Not just now?"

Yinhu nodded, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said with difficulty, "It starts in the morning..."

"Okay, don't continue talking, I understand." Ye Luo stopped Yinhu's plan to continue, "Fourteen notes, I've been feeling a little hot since this morning."

Yinzhen glanced at Yinhu with some complaints, and picked up a pen to write down this line.

At this moment, the imperial doctors who said they were going to get the medicine just arrived late.

"The humble minister (slave) sees the emperor, long live the emperor, long live the emperor."

"Get up." Ye Luo raised his hand to make people stand up, "Fourteen, take what you wrote down to the imperial doctor."

"Yes." Yinzhen quickly handed the paper in his hand to the imperial doctor, "You must take good care of myna!"

"The humble minister (slave) must do his best, and he will not fail..."

"Okay, don't talk about it." Ye Luo interrupted the lengthy words of these imperial doctors, "Come here and have a look and let someone decoct the medicine."

"The humble minister (slave) obeys the order."

"Huang Ama, where do you put the ice?" Yin'e came from a distance with a huge ice cube in his arms, staggering as he walked, like a little arctic penguin.

"Go over and help me." Ye Luo turned his head and glanced at Yinzhen, who nodded quickly, and walked up to Yin'er in two or three steps, and together he lifted the huge ice cube.

Yinreng, who had just stepped here, was stunned when he saw the big ice cube, and his footsteps paused, but then he resumed his walking speed just now.

"My ministers see Huang Ama, long live Huang Ama."

"What's wrong? Did something bad happen over there?"

"It's not the matter of going back to Huang Ama," Yinfeng smiled awkwardly, "it's the elder brother's matter. He..."

"how?"

"He just passed out."

Ye Luo:? ? ? ? ?

WTF?Passed out?What's wrong with you guys?I'm sick all over the place, right?