Qing Jialu

Winter went to spring, and it was March in a blink of an eye.As the weather gradually warmed up, Xiao Yi's condition improved a lot.During Shen Jia's persistent medicine feeding and massage, his legs gained some strength and he could stand up from the wheelchair, but he still couldn't walk.

After Dr. Fan's follow-up visit, he said to Xiao Yi and Shen Jia: "Congratulations, Your Majesty, you are recovering very well. Now you can practice walking slowly with crutches."

"Practice walking?" Shen Jia asked in surprise, "When the cold poison broke out before, as long as you stop taking the medicine, you can move freely?"

"This time, Your Majesty has been seriously ill. He has been lying in bed for a long time. His legs are weak due to the deficiency of Qi and blood. He needs to practice hard to resume walking." Doctor Fan explained.

Shen Jia suddenly realized that Xiao Yi had lost a lot of weight recently.Unexpectedly, the atrophy of the legs would affect walking.

"Then how do you practice, how many steps do you take every day?" Shen Jia asked.

"Of course, the more the better." Doctor Fan said, "But I can't remember now, first use crutches, walk slowly, and rest when tired."

"Very well, thank you very much." Shen Jia agreed, "I will definitely keep an eye on him for practice."

Xiao Yi smiled helplessly, now Shen Jia is more concerned than himself, besides watching him drink medicine, massage, and attend classes every day, now he has to watch him walk.

The next day, Shen Jia got up early in the morning and had to help Xiao Yi to walk.They walked around the hall twice first, Xiao Yi didn't touch the ground for a long time, he couldn't get used to it for a while, and walked very slowly.If it wasn't for Shen Jia's support, he might have fallen even these few steps.

"Take your time." Shen Jia helped him to the table and served him breakfast.

Xiao Yi felt a little frustrated. He used to be so good at lightness, let alone walking, it was no problem running on the roof.

But now, he is like an old man who is dying, and he can't even walk.

Shen Jia saw that His Majesty was holding his rice bowl sullenly, only eating porridge and not vegetables, so he knew that Xiao Yi was unhappy.Instead of being discouraged, he encouraged: "Liming, you are recovering very well, you can even get out of bed. Let's take our time, within three months, you will definitely be able to get rid of the wheelchair and move around freely."

"Don't comfort me, my body is clear on its own." Xiao Yi sighed, "I can finally understand the mood of my third brother before his death. I'm afraid he has already been plagued by poisonous diseases and has no love in his life."

"Don't talk nonsense." Shen Jia said solemnly, "Xiao Shu asked for it, even if he didn't have the cold poison, the hatred in his heart would kill him. Wei Ming, if you persevere, give it a try."

Seeing Shen Jia's pleading eyes, Xiao Yi couldn't bear it, and nodded in agreement.

Give it a try, anyway... only three years.

He is willing to accompany Shen Jia and make the last effort.Regardless of the outcome, he admitted it.

The long practice begins, and rehabilitation is always accompanied by great pain.At first Xiao Yi walked in the room with the support of the table, and later walked in the yard with a walking stick, little by little, further and further away.During this period, Shen Jia kept encouraging him, like encouraging a child to learn to walk.

However, it is much more difficult for adults to learn to walk than for children, because children are active, while Xiao Yi is passive.Every time when Xiao Yi wanted to give up, Shen Jia talked badly, coaxed and lied, and tried his best to make His Majesty the Emperor go a few more steps.

Shen Jia sighed again, the sick Xiao Yi became more and more hypocritical.

On this day, Shen Jia helped the emperor to walk in the Imperial Garden. After all, the spring flowers were blooming. He thought that when he saw those blooming flowers at dawn, he would be able to take a few more steps when he was in a good mood.

It's a pity that the imagination is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.Xiao Yi walked a few steps and saw the magnolia flowers in full bloom, standing there, unable to move away.

"Twilight, there are peach blossoms ahead, which is even more beautiful." Shen Jia said seductively.

"Yulan is good, the neon clothes are new for evening make-up, and the elegant jade palace is spring." Xiao Yi watched carefully, showing a satisfied smile.

"Peach blossoms in Qianye are better than hundreds of flowers, and the lonely spring is soft in the years." Not to be outdone, Shen Jia sang a poem praising peach blossoms.

"I prefer Magnolia." Xiao Yi didn't fall for it, and just sat on the ground and didn't leave.

"Don't make excuses, you just feel tired and don't want to leave." Shen Jia reached out to pull Xiao Yi up, but Xiao Yi used a walking stick as a weapon to prevent Shen Jia from approaching him.Although he has no strength in his legs, he has great strength in his hands and swings a cane dazzlingly.

Shen Jia knew that he couldn't compare to Xiao Yi who had practiced martial arts, so he said helplessly, "Twilight, take two more steps, and we will go back after two more steps."

"No, I don't." Xiao Yi began to play tricks again.

"The peach blossoms are in full bloom ahead, it's a pity to miss them." Shen Jia said, "The peach blossoms are shallow and deep, and it seems to be evenly shaded."

"What's the use of just reading the poems of predecessors, aren't you a literati, you write poems yourself." Xiao Yi challenged.

Shen Jia was choked up by the words, and he asked back, "I'll make a poem, so you go on?"

"Okay, okay." Xiao Yi hadn't seen Shen Jia write a poem for a long time, and the last poem was written when he was drunk, and he was so excited about poetry.

And that poem, Xiao Yi has always remembered it in his heart.

Shen Jia looked up at the sea of ​​flowers in the distance, pacing back and forth with her hands behind her back, thinking about it in her heart.

Seeing this, Xiao Yi smiled, knocked on the ground with a walking stick, deliberately making trouble, "Say it quickly, I will give you seven steps, otherwise I won't leave."

"Don't quarrel, don't quarrel, I've figured it out." Shen Jia recited the first two sentences, "Heaven descends to the emperor's house, and spends his time in vain."

Xiao Yi squinted his eyes in recollection, and urged: "Continue, what's next?"

"Once the mountains and rivers are in our hands, I only wish to join hands to send them to the end of the world." After reading the last sentence, Shen Jia looked at her lover with a smile, while Xiao Yi blushed instead.

Unexpectedly, Shen Jia would write a love poem. He was very sweet in his heart, but said on his mouth: "Aren't all of you literati's mouths so sweet, you can coax little girls one way at a time."

"I don't coax little girls, I only coax you." Shen Jia's mouth seemed to be smeared with honey, these words were sweeter than love poems.

Xiao Yi glared at him intentionally: "I don't like you. The mouth of a literati is a deceitful ghost."

"Anyway, I've finished my poem, it's time for you to get up and walk." After Shen Jia finished speaking, she immediately pulled Xiao Yi up forcefully.

But Xiao Yi was still making the final struggle, "I won't leave, Changqing, have you rhymed it? Why do I feel that it's not quite right? This one doesn't count, and you make another one."

"Go, go!" Shen Jia pulled him.

"Don't go, don't go." Xiao Yi said, and started beating him with the crutch again, but Shen Jia had quick eyesight and quick hands, and grabbed the other end of the crutch.

The two of them each held one end of the crutches, and stood in a stalemate. One pulled it out, and the other stepped back.However, now that Xiao Yi is unable to stand firmly, who is Shen Jia's opponent?With a stagger, he threw his body forward and was pulled into his arms by Shen Jia.

Xiao Yi suddenly didn't dare to move anymore, he threw down his walking stick, put his hands around Shen Jia's neck, and leaned against Shen Jia's body.

A gust of wind blew with flower petals, fluttering and falling on the hair of the two of them, like a rain of flowers.

Shen Jia hugged the person in her arms tightly, lowered her head and sniffed the Baihe incense on his neck and shoulders.

I only wish the rest of my life to be safe, and join hands with Tianya.