The prince's medicine attracts the foolish concubine

No matter what happened before, the child was fine... Now even the child almost miscarried, does it mean that Ke Yunchu's situation is getting worse?

Feng Jialan looked at the little fool who was as pale as a piece of paper on the hospital bed. Although his wrists and ankles were almost intact, his sleeping face was very peaceful, and it was impossible to tell that he had experienced or was experiencing what a pain.

He put an exquisite food box in his hand on the table, and then touched Ke Yunchu's hand hanging by his side with that hand.

That hand was very cold, not as cold as a living person's hand. He remembered that the little fool used to be like a small heater, and his hand was warm all year round.

He was silent for a while, and said: "The day before yesterday...he asked you to come to me?"

The military doctor was a middle-aged man in his 40s, and once a child as old as Ke Yunchu died on the battlefield.

These days, he has been taking care of Ke Yunchu, and it is hard not to feel sympathy for this strong and kind child. He sighed and said, "Prince Princess thinks she is going to die... I want to see His Royal Highness again... .”

Feng Jialan's deep pupils were dimly glowing, and he gently stroked Ke Yunchu's face with his hands, and whispered to the human with closed eyes: "You are a koi, you don't die so easily, do you hear me?"

He didn't know whether to say this to the little fool or to himself.

Of course it was impossible for the little fool who still had his eyes closed to answer him.

Feng Jialan finally looked away from his face, and asked slowly, "General Qi's poison...is there really no other way?"

"A humble job with little talent and little learning..."

"waste!"

Feng Jialan slammed the table next to him to the ground, and the wooden food box he just brought also fell to the ground. Fortunately, the workmanship was exquisite and the lid did not fall off.

But the empty bowl on the table hit the ground with a bang, and then made a crisp shattering sound, drowning out the general doctor's voice.

The military doctor shivered, and quickly lowered his head, not daring to look at the prince whose chest was heaving and obviously in a state of anger.

He has been getting along as a monarch and minister until now, feeling the uneasiness that the prince has been hiding under the disguise. The military doctor realized that compared with himself, they are only half-grown children, so he tried to persuade: "Your Highness , it's getting late, you should take a rest."

Feng Jialan got so angry that his aching head became even more dull. He raised his hand and rubbed his brows, forcing himself to calm down. There was still a tough battle to fight tomorrow, so he had to let himself have enough energy.

"Clean up here and go out, I will sleep here tonight."

"Yes."

The military doctor timidly rearranged the table, put the food box back on the table, cleaned up the debris on the floor, and was about to leave when he heard Feng Jialan's order: "Tell people to find the most famous doctor from all over the world... ...There is an old doctor surnamed Sang in the outskirts of southern Xinjiang, and he was also invited here."

The military doctor sighed secretly, "Yes."

Feng Jialan lay down next to Ke Yunchu, feeling the coolness of his body even more personally, like a piece of ice, he could even feel the chill emanating from his body.

With a "tsk", he turned around impatiently and took him into his arms.

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In the early morning of the second day, when Feng Jialan woke up, Ke Yunchu still maintained his original posture, lying peacefully in his arms.

He glanced at his peaceful sleeping face, and slowly withdrew his arms around him.

He got up and put on his clothes, and left the camp gently.

In the distance, a pair of long and narrow fox-like eyes watched his leaving back, and waited for a moment until his figure was completely gone before walking to Ke Yunchu's tent and walking in.

After leaving that day, the pitiful appearance of the little fool kept appearing in front of his eyes, which always made him distracted from time to time, and accidentally got injured in one place when he led the troops into battle.

He couldn't understand why this little fool kept disturbing his mind...

He endured it for a few days, but finally couldn't bear to come to find the answer himself.

Ke Yunchu was lying on the bed, a well-behaved little one, his face became even paler, and the originally rosy little birthday peach turned into a ball of white steamed buns.

He sat on the edge of his bed, stared at him, couldn't help but raised his hand and squeezed his face.

It's as soft and slippery as when I was a child, but it's much thinner.

He pinched it a few more times, as if he was addicted to pinching.

Ke Yunchu frowned, slowly opened his eyes, and looked at the person in front of him in confusion.

He had a very warm dream last night, which made him not want to wake up very much.

Seeing that he was still in a daze, Feng Jiaqi couldn't help rubbing his face a few more times, "Why haven't we seen him for a few days, and you're a little more stupid?"

After being ravaged like this for a while, his pale face finally had some color.

Ke Yunchu's face was pulled, and he replied inarticulately: "Shi Huangzhi..."

He found an open food box in front of his bed, which contained all kinds of exquisite pastries, and they were made into different shapes, including pink piglets and yellow piglets, especially in this desert. luxury.

"Did I bring these four...style yellow paper..."

Feng Jiaqi looked at the food box, a little surprised in his heart, but raised his eyebrows calmly on the surface, neither admitting nor denying: "Want to eat?"

Ke Yunchu hasn't eaten for a long time, although his appetite is still weak, but the fourth prince is right, if he doesn't eat, how can he get enough nutrients for the baby?So even if he doesn't want to eat anymore, he has to eat a little.

What's more, it was specially brought to him by the fourth prince, or maybe he asked the chef to make it for him...

Ke Yunchu nodded, and couldn't help showing some gratitude to Feng Jiaqi, "Eat, eat some...Thank you..."

Feng Jiaqi picked up a piece of "Pink Piggy", but Ke Yunchu shook his head: "Yes, I must rinse my mouth first..."

Feng Jiaqi had never waited on others to do these things, and now, after hearing what he said, he stood up to get water without hesitation.

He looked at Ke Yunchu obediently sipping water, with his cheeks slightly bulging, and was a little lost in thought.

Why on earth is he... doing this for him?

"Fourth Prince... I finished brushing..."

After Ke Yunchu reminded him, he put away the basin and water cup,

Now that Ke Yunchu even leaned on the head of the bed, it seemed that he had enough strength but not enough, Feng Jiaqi simply held him in his arms, let him lean on his shoulder, and then fed him.

He re-clamped the "pink pig" and fed it to his lips.

These pastries taste sweet and delicious, soft and waxy, not too greasy, even Ke Yunchu, who has no appetite, ate two and a half.

He thanked again: "It's delicious...thank you Fourth Prince..."

Feng Jiaqi smiled, and didn't feel guilty at all: "It's good to eat...His Highness just got a piece of news this morning, and I think you might be interested."

Ke Yunchu pulled himself together and asked, "Is Brother Rong Xia awake?"

Feng Jiaqi stretched out his index finger and waved it.

Ke Yunchu tilted his head again: "...Did Feng Sui win a big battle?"

"..."

Feng Jiaqi asked back: "Can't you think about things about yourself?"

Ke Yunchu giggled, but didn't speak.

After a long while, Feng Jiaqi said: "His Royal Highness learned from the hidden guard that Brother Huang is already looking for a new detoxification method."

Feng Jiaqi originally thought that the little fool would be very happy when he heard the news, but he didn't expect that after he finished speaking, he fell into silence, not only did he not show a happy look on his face, but also felt a little sad.

...Brother Jialan doesn't need to be a medicine man anymore?

Is he pitying him?

Will not.

Ke Yunchu thought for a long time, and felt that if the news brought by the fourth prince was correct, there was only one reason why Brother Jialan was looking for a new detoxification method, and that was that he would not live long enough to become a medicine man.

"What are you thinking?" Feng Jiaqi asked with a frown.

Ke Yunchu smiled: "Thank you, the Fourth Prince, for bringing me... the good news."

Feng Jiaqi's eyebrows were furrowed even tighter, this little fool probably didn't know that his smile was uglier than his cry.

"Fourth prince...is your shoulder injured..."

Ke Yunchu asked suddenly.

Feng Jiaqi asked curiously, "How do you know?"

"Your shoulder smells like blood."

Ke Yunchu said honestly.

The smell of blood is the smell he is most familiar with now, the fourth prince is so close to him, he can easily smell a smell of blood that does not belong to him.

Feng Jiaqi didn't care much and said: "It was cut by a piece of Chengyuan's garbage."

"You have to be careful..."

Feng Jiaqi saw that the little fool said worriedly, clenched his fists, and asked, "You...why do you care about His Highness so much? Shouldn't you...hate me?"

The little fool asked suspiciously, "Why should I hate you?"

"Because...His Highness didn't take you away."

"Ah... this, it doesn't matter..." Ke Yunchu said sincerely: "The fourth prince has no obligation to take me away, I won't hate you because of this... .”

"That His Highness used to bully you..."

Ke Yunchu smiled: "I have long forgotten."

Feng Jiaqi looked deeply at his face, and felt for the first time that perhaps this little fool was the one who lived the most transparent life.

Immediately afterwards, I heard him ask again: "Brother Jialan...are you injured? He hasn't been here for a long time..."