emperor of a dynasty

Hey, what the hell is she doing.

Just as Fang Hua was thinking, he heard Mu Congcong lying on the bed and said weakly, "Sir... I, am I worrying you again?"

Your Highness, you are conscious, Fang Hua thought to himself, you have not only worried your husband, but you have almost scared her to death.

Speaking of just now, Yan Wuwei made noodles in the kitchen and brought them to Mu Congcong's room in person. Seeing that the door was closed, he was a little surprised and asked Fang Hua who had been following behind him, "Your Highness usually wakes up at this time. Yet?"

"Should have woken up early." Fang Hua was also surprised, and said, "It's very bright today, and His Highness usually gets up early to practice swords at this time." Fang Hua also felt that something was wrong, so he stepped forward and knocked on the sword. Knock on the door:

"Your Highness? Your Highness, are you in there?"

"..."

Fang Hua looked at Yan Wuwei, Yan Wuwei frowned, and said, "I'm afraid something happened." According to the plan, Fang Hua had disclosed the situation of Qin Jun's suppression to Zhang Sui, Minister of Chu, although Yan Wuwei's judgment was The state of Chu came to the peace talks, but I was afraid that if the state of Chu was in a hurry, it would play some dirty tricks. After all, they dared to send people to assassinate on the street a few days ago, so there is no guarantee that they will not do it this time.If this is true, if something goes wrong in the middle of the journey, no one will be able to bear the responsibility for the accident of the crown prince alone.

"Fang Hua, kick the door open." Yan Wuwei said coldly.

When Fang Hua got the order, he turned his body sideways and raised his leg, but he didn't grasp the strength when he stepped down, and the wooden door of good quality was crumbling in an instant.

Yan Wuwei: "..."

Fang Hua was also a little embarrassed, "..."

Yan Wuwei entered the advanced room, and when she saw Mu Congcong was still lying on the bed, she was relieved for a moment, but the next moment she felt something was wrong. It stands to reason that Mu Congcong should wake up no matter how sleepy he is. The current situation is that Mu Container is still lying on the bed.

Thinking of this, Yan Wuwei stepped forward with a serious face, struggling a thousand times in his heart, he had already thought of the worst outcome, but when he took a closer look, good guy, Mu Congcong's face was flushed, his forehead was sweating profusely, and he seemed to be sleeping very badly Reassuring, Yan Wuwei tentatively asked, "Your Highness, Your Highness?"

Mu Congcong didn't say anything, Yan Wuwei frowned, and said again, "But it's uncomfortable?"

"..."

Now Yan Wuwei was sure that Mu Congcong was unwell. She handed the dinner plate to Fang Hua behind her, while she sat on the edge of the bed and said, "Your Highness? Are you okay?"

Then he put his palm on Mu Congcong's forehead, and the scorching heat from his palm startled Yan Wuwei, "Why is it so hot? Didn't you notice it?!" Yan Wuwei was a little angry, and Fang Hua said, " It looks like it has been burning for a long time, His Highness is probably suffering from typhoid fever, hurry up and invite the doctor."

"Hi..." After Fang Hua answered, he went out and asked his servants to call for the doctor, and then asked someone to fetch cold water and bring them into the room. After a long time, Mu Congcong woke up leisurely, without saying anything. He also dragged Yan Wuwei to call him mother, Fang Hua thought, my lord, this is not your mother, this is your uncle, if your narrow-minded aunt knows that you are holding her in Chu State The daughter-in-law dares to call her mother... you will be blamed if she doesn't clean up!

"Yes, Your Highness made me worry." Yan Wuwei said softly, "I invited a doctor here for Your Highness, Your Highness, please lie down now, the doctor will come soon."

Mu Congcong was still a little dazed, "What's wrong with me?"

"Your Highness is probably suffering from typhoid fever, and even has a fever."

"Ah?" Mu Congcong said in a daze, "No wonder I feel hot when I fall asleep at night."

Yan Wuwei supported Mu Congcong to lie down, covered him with a quilt, and sighed, "Even if it's at night, he started to have a fever, why didn't His Highness call his servants?"

Mu Congcong said softly, "I, I'm afraid of disturbing others..."

Yan Wuwei was startled, then laughed, "Your Highness is too self-restraining."

Mu Congcong blinked, turned his head, and saw the dinner plate on the table, "Oh? First, sir, did you bring me breakfast?"

Fang Hua on the side interjected again, "That's the longevity noodles that Miss got up before dawn to make for His Highness."

When Mu Congcong heard this, he became excited, "D-made it for me? ——Did you make it for me by yourself?!" After hearing the news, she, who was originally sick, recovered immediately, with a pair of The small eyes are so eager to look at Yan Wuwei, the small face is flushed, and the appearance is really cute, which makes Yan Wuwei a little embarrassed.

"Talky." Yan Wuwei was a little unnatural, turned his head and scolded Fang Hua lightly, the latter stuck out his tongue playfully, and Mu Congcong said again, "Then I will eat now."

Yan Wuwei said with a sullen face, "It's been a long time, it's not tasty when it gets mushy."

"You have to eat that too." Mu Congcong was about to sit up from the bed, Fang Hua said, "Can you bring it here for me?"

Fang Hua couldn't say anything wrong, just as he was about to step forward, he heard someone outside say, "The doctor is here, the doctor is here."

Just as he was talking, the servant led a white-haired old man in with a medicine box on his back. Seeing this, Yan Wuwei said, "Your Highness, let the doctor take a look first."

Mu Container was a little bored, "Oh..."

Yan Wuwei got up to make room for the doctor, "Please, sir."

While the doctor was taking Mu Congcong's pulse, Yan Wuwei turned his head and gave Fang Hua a faint look, which was meaningful.

The latter was speechless: "..."

So under the oppression of Yan Wuwei's evil forces, Fang Hua had no choice but to sneak up and take away the bowl of noodles on the table, and only after he got out of the door did Fang Hua dare to whisper, "Really...Your Highness, you can eat it if you want it, why? Come make it difficult for me."

The results of the doctor's diagnosis and treatment for Mu Congcong were as expected by Yan Wuwei, it was because he caught a cold in the winter night and got typhoid fever.The doctor prescribed a prescription and told Mu Congcong not to get out of bed and walk around, to avoid the wind, and he will be fine in seven or eight days.

Yan Wuwei listened to it and said strangely, "Is it going to be all right in seven or eight days?"

The doctor smiled and said, "The little baby is still young, in good health, and recovers quickly. It's okay for this person to have a fever occasionally throughout the year, and it comes and goes quickly. I will boil the medicine and feed her to drink it later to drive away the fever tomorrow." It's about to retreat, and it will come down when night falls soon, don't worry."

Yan Wuwei thanked him, and sent the person out of the door himself. When he turned back, Mu Congcong was already leaning on the head of the bed in aggrieved state. Seeing her come in, Mu Congcong said, "Sir... Where's my longevity noodles?" She just waited for the doctor to leave and asked someone to bring her the noodles on the table, but when she looked carefully, not to mention the bowl of noodles, even the dinner plate from that meeting was gone.

"The face is cold, and His Highness is still sick, so don't eat it."

After hearing this, Mu Congcong turned pale and became aggrieved, "But... I have never eaten longevity noodles on my birthday."

Yan Wuwei: "...

There was no other way, Yan Wuwei had no choice but to coax, "In the General Assembly, next time I will do it for Your Highness, okay?"

"Is it not good this time?"

"The doctor said that His Highness can only drink porridge."

Mu Congcong was so wronged that he was about to cry, "...Oh."

Yan Wuwei: "..."

At least it took me a long time to coax the child well. At night, when Yan Wuwei replied to Murong Xun's letter, he mentioned in the letter that Murong Xun had contracted the cold. I thought that Murong Xun, who always loved his niece, received the letter. Not to mention sending two imperial physicians here, at least you have to care a few words in the letter, right?

As a result, I received a reply letter from Murong Yan three days later, which only said, "It is normal for a child to be sick and have a fever. You don't need to worry about it. After she returns to China, I will make her get up and run at two o'clock every day to keep fit."

Yan Wuwei: "..."

You can arrange people.

But don't look at what Murong Xun said in the letter. She was not like this on the day she received the letter. When she found out that her niece was sick, Murong Xun asked Tangtang to call all the imperial doctors above the second grade of the Imperial Hospital to the hospital on the spot. When the imperial study came, those who didn't know thought she was suffering from some serious illness. Those old doctors who were over fifty years old ran all the way to the imperial study in fright. When they arrived, Murong Yan sat on the throne with a sullen face, with a blank expression on his face. Said with an expression, "Everyone loves you."

The imperial physicians knelt on the ground in unison and lowered their heads, not daring to speak, and heard Murong say again, "This kid has a fever in winter and got typhoid fever, how can I avoid it?"

Those imperial physicians have also been in the Qin Palace for many years, and they are all good people. After hearing what Murong Yan said, after wandering around in their hearts, they probably know who Murong Yan is asking for. The only one who could catch Murong Xun's eyes and make him worry so much about the children in the village was the newly established Crown Prince His Royal Highness.

Once they had a solid foundation in their minds, the imperial physicians were able to speak up, "Back to the king, if you are a child whose stature has not yet grown up, the best way is to exercise your body."

"Oh? What kind of exercise is that?"

"Practicing martial arts, running, swimming, and archery are all fine."

Murong Xun gestured to Mu Cong's small body in his mind, thinking that it would be embarrassing for him to practice martial arts and archery just like that little Mu Congcong, besides, the royal family's children are all equipped with instructors, and they haven't seen anything after practicing for so long It doesn't seem to be of much use.So he said, "Well, it's also okay to run in water?"

An imperial doctor said, "Going back to the king, if it is within the capital, it is more practical to run."

"How do you say that? Could it be that the little baby Fu Shui didn't run well?"

"That's not true. In fact, Fushui is of course better from the doctor's point of view, but the geographical environment of the capital is bleak and cold. If you don't pay attention to Fushui, your body will suffer from moisture, which will be bad over time. So it’s better to run as a compromise.”

Murong Xun asked a lot more, and asked if he wanted to find a doctor to prescribe some medicine to make up for it, which made the imperial doctors laugh wryly:

"Medicine is three-point poisonous, and tonic is the same. It's better to strengthen your own physical exercise." At the end, an old doctor stepped forward and said, "Actually, the king should do the same. His body is weak, and he should also exercise more. "

Murong Xun: "..."

Don't listen or listen, the old doctor is chanting scriptures.