The sadistic beauty has taken a fancy to me [Transmigration Book]

Zhu Jiuci broke into the room, and the blazing and strong medicinal fragrance rushed into his nostrils, and he lost his mind for a while.

Sweeping across the room, Liang Zhaoge bent his waist and leaned against the side of the bed railing half covered by the screen, coughing with his slender hand covering the handkerchief, his slender waist trembling, almost broken, his pale face blushing, grabbing with one hand On the edge of the bed, the blue veins are exposed and the joints are distinct.

There was a medicine pot on the table not far from that person, emitting white gas, and the strong medicinal fragrance scattered from there, wrapping the room in a strong medicinal fragrance.

Zhaoge is sick?

Zhu Jiuci hurriedly ran forward, just as his hands touched the man's shoulder, Liang Zhaoge raised his head in panic, his eyes flushed with horror, his face turned pale instantly, and he was stunned for a moment, shocked by Zhu Jiuci's arrival .

Zhu Jiuci was puzzled by the panic in the man's eyes, and still stepped forward to help him, "What's wrong with Zhaoge, why didn't you call him a doctor?"

Liang Zhaoge hurriedly pushed Zhu Jiuci away, and dodged backwards while covering his handkerchief. His thin shoulder blades hit the spine of the bed, and he couldn't help coughing softly.

"Zhaoge!" Zhu Jiuci supported him.

"It's okay." Liang Zhaoge lowered his eyes, his chest rose and fell slightly, and tried his best to adjust his breathing.

Zhu Jiuci slowly grabbed the man's sleeve, "Zhaoge is not feeling well?"

"Young master heard it wrong." Liang Zhaoge hastily put away the veil, but still tried his best to deny it.

Zhu Jiuci frowned, wondering what Liang Zhaoge was hiding.The smell of medicine is very familiar.

That was the first time he saw Liang Zhaoge accidentally fell into his arms in Hongfang that day.After getting along for many days, he seemed to have never smelled that smell again, and he almost forgot about it.

Has Zhaoge been ill all this time?

So, is the window open to dispel the smell of medicine?

Liang Zhaoge's face was extremely pale, his body was extremely weak, and a drop of sweat hung from his chin, flowing down his Adam's apple, across his collarbone, and into his clothes.

Zhu Jiuci turned around and left.

Liang Zhaoge panicked, and reached out to grab Zhu Jiuci's sleeve, but failed.

Nothing was caught.

"Young master!" Liang Zhaoge was shocked.

"Zhaoge didn't want to lie to the young man, the young man—" A violent cough interrupted the call, Liang Zhaoge knelt down on the ground, panting for a long time, he slowly raised his head, his forehead was covered with thin sweat, and tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes go down.

Zhu Jiuci ran out to find the doctor, but the old housekeeper was missing, and the doctor was not there at this time.

Zhu Jiuci had no choice but to go to the pharmacy to ask for a doctor.

Today is really not going well, the pharmacies closest to the Duke's Mansion are all closed and closed, Zhu Jiuci has no carriages and horses, so he has to search all over the street with his own feet, and ran straight from Guozi Lane to the downtown area before he invited the doctor. go home.

Stepping into Xiyuan, the extremely strong medicinal fragrance filled the courtyard, even if the breeze passed through the courtyard, the strong medicinal fragrance could not be blown away. Zhu Jiuci had a bad premonition.

He dropped the doctor and ran across the courtyard and pushed open the door. Liang Zhaoge knelt in the middle of a large piece of black tile and broken porcelain, holding a sharp piece of porcelain and stopped above his wrist.

"Liang Zhaoge!"

The person leaning on the ground raised his eyes weakly, and the broken porcelain in his hand still did not put down.Seeing the person who came, the person's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had just crawled back from the edge of death.

With a trembling voice, "Little...Grandpa?"

The broken porcelain in my hand fell off.

Zhu Jiuci hurriedly ran forward and pulled the man up from the ground. Just now the man was holding the broken porcelain in his hand. Zhu Jiuci didn't dare to go forward, for fear that if something happened to him, he would scratch his life gate.

The ground is full of scattered fragments and soup medicine, which obviously means that the person who cooked the medicine didn't drink a sip.

It took several hours of hard work to brew the medicinal soup, but it was smashed without taking a sip. What is the reason for this?

"What are you doing?" Zhu Jiuci was angry and annoyed, but the person in front of him looked like a weak and sickly beauty, so he didn't dare to speak more heavily.

"Little... grandpa?"

Liang Zhaoge still asked this weak question, his eyes were full of disbelief.

Zhu Jiuci sighed, and carefully pulled the man out of the trap covered with broken porcelain pieces.

"What are you calling me for?"

Liang Zhaoge grabbed Zhu Jiuci's hand and held on tightly.

Zhu Jiuci said: "How can you take my doctor to treat you?"

Liang Zhaoge raised his head full of doubts, only then did he see the doctor who had been standing in the middle of the room for a long time.

It was rare for Zhu Jiuci to see Liang Zhaoge lose his focus.

"Young master is not leaving?" Liang Zhaoge had tears in his eyes.

"Where can I go?"

Zhu Jiuci finally understood what this lunatic was thinking, thought he was going to leave him alone, he was angry and wanted to laugh, "If I don't go out, who will invite you a doctor?"

Liang Zhaoge nodded upon hearing the sound, and then sneaked a glance at the doctor, reconfirming that what he saw before him was the truth.

The next thing went much smoother, Liang Zhaoge was rarely submissive and quiet, obediently being dragged by Zhu Jiuci to sit on the edge of the bed for the doctor to see a doctor.

Chinese medicine pays attention to seeing, hearing and asking.When it came to the step of pulse diagnosis, Liang Zhaoge saw the doctor's hand stretched out, and dodged it sharply.

The doctor was a little embarrassed, so he asked Zhu Jiuci for help.

"Zhaoge is obedient, reach out."

Liang Zhaoge shook his head, and hid behind him.

After Zhu Jiuci talked and tried to persuade him, Liang Zhaoge still refused to stretch out his wrist.

Zhu Jiuci was a little anxious, could it be that Liang Zhaoge didn't want to be treated by a doctor?

He coaxed a little bit: "How do you know the disease without a pulse diagnosis? It will be fine soon."

Liang Zhaoge looked down at him, and finally muttered: "Don't touch it."

Zhu Jiuci: "..."

After tossing for a while, it turned out that this person didn't want outsiders to touch him. Zhu Jiuci thought that Liang Zhaoge was hiding some hidden disease, so he didn't want to tell it.

The doctor was also a little dumb, and skillfully took out the tulle and gold thread from the medicine box, attached the thread to the veins, and finally asked for a doctor.

Lang Zhong couldn't help sighing: "It's also more delicate than the concubines in the palace."

The gold thread trembled.

The doctor frowned more and more, but he never said a word. He just got better, then shook his head, wrote half a word on the paper, and crossed it again and again.

Seeing that the doctor was vacillating left and right, Zhu Jiuci quickly asked, "What can be diagnosed?"

The doctor took the gold thread, still frowning and shaking his head, "It's because I have practiced medicine for many years, and I have never seen such a symptom."

The doctor picked up the messy paper, stroked his beard and said: "It is said that he is terminally ill, but there is vitality in the gap, and he is said to be mildly ill, but the context is steep. If it were another person, he would have died ten times earlier. Eight times."

Hearing the word death, Zhu Jiuci's brows twitched, and suddenly his hands felt cold. Zhu Jiuci looked down and Liang Zhaoge gently held him.

"Forgive me, little father-in-law. I really can't tell what kind of disease this is."

In the end, the doctor ended in failure, leaving only a few doses of nourishing formulas.

After Zhu Jiuci saw off the doctor and returned to the house, Liang Zhaoge was kneeling on the ground picking up broken porcelain pieces with his bare hands.

Zhu Jiuci hurriedly ran over to pull him up, the broken porcelain pieces were so sharp that he would cut his hand if he was not careful.

Liang Zhaoge glanced at him, then bent over to pick it up again, Zhu Jiuci had no choice but to drag him out of the house.

Liang Zhaoge was still looking back while walking, "I messed up the house."

Zhu Jiuci really laughed angrily this time.

this man!

Liang Zhaoge's illness came on fiercely. The first few months were like spring rain moistening things silently, without any symptoms.

In the evening, Zhu Jiuci stayed in Xiyuan to take care of the man carefully.

After tidying up the couch, he supported Liang Zhaoge to lie down safely, and Zhu Jiuci sat down on the edge of the couch next to that person.

He reached out and stroked the man's black hair behind his ears, and said softly, "Why didn't you tell Zhaoge that he was ill?"

Liang Zhaoge avoided his gaze, closed his eyes gently, and his eyelashes trembled slightly.

The curtain swayed slightly, and the room was fragrant.

Zhu Jiuci thought that he would not be able to wait for the answer, so he only heard the man say:

"Zhaoge is ill, do you still want Zhaoge?"

Surprised, Zhu Jiuci leaned over and pressed his shoulder, "Have you been worrying about this?"

Liang Zhaoge still had his eyes closed, silence was affirmative.

Zhu Jiuci was speechless for a while, no one would think so.

"Mr. Qin is so stupid, why do you think so? How could you not want you because you are sick?"

Liang Zhaoge opened his eyes, a pair of phoenix pupils shone brightly under the candlelight.

He stretched out his hand from under the quilt, put it lightly on his shoulder and pressed Zhu Jiuci's hand.

"It's like that in most of the world."

Zhu Jiuci leaned over and hugged him, "Zhaoge don't dream."

Liang Zhaoge embraced him, buried him gently on his neck and inhaled, "It was Zhaoge's mistake."

"Young master is different from them."

Silence fell, and Zhu Jiuci finally coaxed the man to sleep.

Liang Zhaoge was still unsteady after falling asleep, frowning, holding his hand tightly, and still had the symptoms of waking up from time to time.

Zhu Jiuci had no choice but to hold him by the hand, shake his shoulders and touch his forehead from time to time, so that the man could continue to fall into a deep sleep.

Really, no sense of security.

Holding the man tightly, Zhu Jiuci leaned against the bedpost and fell into deep thought. Liang Zhaoge's illness was strange.

Recalling the original book carefully, Zhu Jiuci is very sure that Liang Zhaoge was not sick in the original plot.

If you insist on naming a disease, it is just a madness of love, hatred, hatred and ignorance.

Brain is sick.

But now, Liang Zhaoge said that this illness has been present since childhood, and it has lasted for a long time. After thinking about it in this way, it is impossible not to mention such an important plot in the original book.

"Could it be..." Zhu Jiuci's heart twitched.

After all, his arrival changed the world.

The butterfly flaps its wings lightly, and whoever at the end of the world will suffer as a result.

"Because of me……"

Zhu Jiuci's eyes gradually dimmed.

The author has something to say: Someone acted like a baby to warn of illness.

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