The prince's medicine attracts the foolish concubine

Feng Jialan didn't want others to see Ke Yunchu's body, so she drove everyone away like last time, and then took off his clothes herself.

If the wounds on Ke Yunchu's body were covered, his body would be like a piece of pure white jade.

But now that piece of beautiful jade is scarred and full of flaws.

He hugged the dying Ke Yunchu from the bed, not caring that the blood on his body stained his robe.

Just after Feng Jialan put him into the medicine soup, he couldn't help shivering a bit, but he didn't struggle as hard as last time.

Feng Jialan put his hand on his shoulder like last time, but Ke Yunchu, who bit his lower lip, finally spoke with a hoarse voice: "Brother Jialan, don't worry... ...I will obediently make the medicinal soup...no, don't press it..."

Feng Jialan looked at the begging look in his eyes, hesitated a little, and let go.

Sure enough, Ke Yunchu didn't struggle, and quietly soaked in the medicine soup, his long black hair was hanging loose, and his head was hanging down, Feng Jialan couldn't see his expression clearly.

It's not that he doesn't feel the pain anymore, but that he has learned to be good.

He knew it was useless to cry out for pain, and brother Jialan would not feel sorry for him because of this, so he stopped shouting, as if to save a little energy to endure the pain.

But his body still hurts, every inch of skin and flesh is screaming for pain, he can only think of something else to divert his attention.

I don't know how long the baby in my stomach can last, I hope he can be as strong as myself and stay with me...

Once in nine days, how many times are left... Oh, he is not good at counting, he doesn't know how to count with his fingers and toes...

By the way, I don't know if the fourth prince will come to see me tomorrow. If he comes, I hope he can take me to see how the lemon tree is growing...

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I'm so tired, I really want to sleep...

"Ke Yunchu...Ke Yunchu!"

After being patted on the cheek, Ke Yunchu raised his face, and it took a long time for his slack eyes to focus slowly.

"Brother Jialan, what's the matter...I'm sleepy, I want to sleep..."

"No!" Feng Jialan's face was serious.

The military doctor specially reminded him this time that this is the time when his body is weakest, and he must not be allowed to fall asleep, otherwise it is very likely that he will just fall asleep and be unable to wake up again.

"Why..." Ke Yunchu muttered in a low voice: "Is it because I fell asleep, it will affect the efficacy of the medicine..."

Feng Jialan saw that he had misunderstood, but did not refute.

Ke Yunchu tried to open his tired eyes wide: "I know...I won't fall asleep..."

He didn't know how he survived this hour, he only knew that when Brother Jialan picked him up from the medicine soup, he finally breathed a sigh of relief as if he had finished his task, and closed his eyes in peace.

After that, blood was taken, pulses were cut, and medicinal soup was brewed.Take blood, cut the pulse, and make medicinal soup.

Ke Yunchu's face became paler and paler, and his whole figure was like a flower that was gradually withering, with a dead air visible to the naked eye lingering around his body.

He felt that he didn't like to move more and more, and he would fall asleep if he didn't pay attention.

At the beginning, he wanted to embroider without admitting defeat, but now he felt that even the movement of sitting still made him very tired. Before he could say a few words, he felt chest tightness and shortness of breath, and stared at him.

But there are also good things to be happy about. For example, he seems to have gotten used to the pain of taking medicine soup every time. For example, his baby has been stubbornly staying in his stomach and accompanying him.

When he woke up from a coma that day, the military doctor was taking his blood again, which was obviously done yesterday.

But Ke Yunchu is no stranger to this kind of scene, it has happened at least three times, and each time it was because Brother Rong Xia was not in good condition that he came to fetch more, so he cooperated with his arm straight every time as a military doctor Take blood.

This time the military doctor's complexion was a bit uneasy, Ke Yunchu asked with some concern: "Doctor, is Brother Rong Xia's condition particularly bad?"

The medic didn't answer him.

It's not that Qi Rongxia's situation is particularly bad, but that the idiot Crown Princess herself is in a particularly bad situation.

Ke Yunchu didn't care whether he answered or not, after taking the blood, he just wanted to have a good rest, so he fell asleep again.

Feng Jialan walked into the tent and asked the military doctor, "How is his condition?"

The military doctor looked distressed, and said: "During this period, the princess has lost a lot of blood, and it is already difficult to get blood. If I force it, my life may be in danger."

Feng Jialan hesitated, "If... give him some qi and blood medicine, will it affect the efficacy of his blood medicine?"

As soon as he said this, even the military doctor felt sorry for Ke Yunchu's situation.

A person who is still pregnant with a child, and now the blood cannot be taken out, what his husband is worried about is whether the medicine will affect the effect of the blood after drinking the medicine for nourishing qi and blood. He sighed and said : "His Royal Highness, don't worry, the medicinal effect of the princess' blood will not be destroyed."

Feng Jialan nodded and said, "Then you can do it."

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This time, Ke Yunchu was woken up by choking on the medicine.

"Cough...cough..."

He felt bitter in his mouth, opened his eyes, and saw elder brother Jialan sitting beside his bed holding a bowl of something.

Seeing that he woke up, Feng Jialan's face flashed a trace of uneasiness, and he put the bowl on the table next to him: "Drink it yourself when you wake up."

Ke Yunchu watched helplessly as he didn't move, and Feng Jialan finally realized that his hand tendons were cut, so he had no choice but to accept his fate and feed him himself if he had the strength to move the bowl of medicine.

As a result, he brought the medicine to his mouth, but Ke Yunchu still didn't move, and rejected the bowl of medicine with his mouth pursed.

Feng Jialan said impatiently, "Why don't you drink?"

Ke Yunchu asked, "Brother Jialan, what is this?"

He seemed to be suspicious of the ingredients in this bowl of medicine. Feng Jialan was a little displeased, but she still explained to him: "The military doctor said that you have lost too much blood, and it is not good to take blood, so he prescribed some medicine to replenish qi and blood for you." .”

Only then did Ke Yunchu understand why the doctor had an ugly face when he came to take the blood this morning, probably because he found that his blood was becoming more and more difficult to take.

But looking at the bowl of medicine in front of him, he felt a little worried.

Now Brother Rong Xia's life depends on his own blood, because his own blood can detoxify, but now he drinks the medicine to replenish qi and blood, what if it affects the effect of his blood?

Ke Yunchu secretly glanced at Feng Jialan who was waiting for him to drink the medicine.

If something happened to brother Rong Xia, brother Jialan would be very angry.

Thinking of this, he actually felt a little scared.

So he shook his head again, rejecting Feng Jialan's medicine.

Feng Jialan put the bowl heavily on the table, and said with a clear and startling voice, "Whether you like to drink or not, you are the one who suffers."

Ke Yunchu saw that Feng Jialan had misunderstood him, so he had to explain in a low voice, "No, it's not... If I drink this medicine, it affects my blood... What should I do... .”

Feng Jialan was stunned for a moment, she never thought that the little fool would be thoughtful.

He picked up the bowl of medicine again, and snorted coldly: "Ben Gong is naturally more thoughtful than you...Drink it quickly."

Ke Yunchu thought about it, yes, brother Jialan is naturally more thoughtful than himself, he let him drink it, and he just drank it.

Maybe it's because my own blood is not easy to take, which will affect the amount taken for Brother Rong Xia, so I let myself replenish the blood.

The little fool finally accepted this bowl of tonic.

This medicine is indeed effective, and I have been drinking it for several days.Ke Yunchu felt that he was much more energetic, no longer like a few days ago, drowsy all day long, almost never awake.

Therefore, with the current state, Ke Yunchu cherished it very much, and asked Feng Jialan, "Brother Jialan...can you take me to the door to sit?"

Speaking of which, I don't know if the dwarf Caragana tree at the door has grown taller.

"I want to take a look at the lemon sticks at the door..."

These days, because of his health, he has been staying in the tent all day long, waking up and sleeping, and hardly ever going outside to breathe fresh air. Ke Yunchu, who always likes to wander around, feels that he is almost suffocated. up.

Originally he was a playful person, usually restless, but now he stayed in the camp for an unknown number of days.

He has been living in a muddle these days, and he can't remember the days long ago.

Feng Jialan didn't know why he brought up the lemongrass at the door, seeing that he was finally more energetic than before, she was silent for a moment, and agreed to his request.

The guard at the side took a chair and went out with great eyesight, and put the chair down after finding a suitable place.

Feng Jialan picked up Ke Yunchu who had collapsed on the bed. He is now pregnant with a child, and his stomach has gradually taken shape. However, instead of gaining weight, he has lost weight.

Feng Jialan didn't speak, and took Ke Yunchu out silently.

Fortunately, today's weather is not bad.

Ke Yunchu was put on the chair, and he saw the caragana tree he saw last time at a glance.

Because of the season, the caragana seems to have nothing to hang up.

Ke Yunchu couldn't help but start thinking wildly, maybe there is a difference, but now his memory is not very good.

Or maybe there is no difference...but how can it be no difference?Why doesn't it grow taller?Is it dead...

Just thinking about it like this, Ke Yunchu actually became more and more sad, "Brother Jialan... Tell me, is it still alive?"

Feng Jialan talked about his gaze, and looked at the Ningtiao tree. He didn't know what was going on in this little fool's mind, but he still answered him: "It's still alive."