Not to mention, although Zhu Biao is kind, he is not stupid. As soon as he walked on his front legs, Han Du became ill on his back legs. Such a coincidence made him wonder if Han Du was pretending to be sick.
But as soon as he entered the door, Zhu Biao was stunned when he saw Han Du's appearance. It had only been a few days, and Han Du seemed to have lost all his features. His face was pale, without any trace of blood, and he was lying on the bed limply.
Zhu Biao was shocked by Han Du's appearance. He couldn't afford to be seriously ill if he looked like this. He was probably going to die soon. "Why are you so sick?" Zhu Biao stepped forward and took Han Du's hand.
Han Du opened his eyes weakly, and except for breathing heavily, no part of his body could move. Even when Han Du spoke, he moved his lips several times before saying in a hoarse voice: "Your Highness is here. I am ill. Please forgive me for not being able to perform the full ceremony."
"No courtesy, no courtesy, you'd better take care of your illness first." Han Du was like this, what else could Zhu Biao say?
"By the way, have you seen the doctor? Do you want the imperial doctor to come and take a look?"
Han Du suddenly became nervous. How could the imperial doctor come to see this? An idea came to his mind and he said feebly: "Look, I just drank the medicine, so I won't bother the imperial doctor. Let me finish the medicine first and then talk about it. I also know something about medicine. If I suddenly change the medicine, say It might be counterproductive.”
Han Du finished speaking intermittently. Zhu Biao also felt that what Han Du said was reasonable, so he would wait and see.
"By the way, Your Highness, I don't know why I'm here to see you. What's the important thing?" Han Du seemed to be very tired even when he spoke, and his words were weak.
"Is it because of Guo Huan's matter? Is there really nothing you can do about it?" Zhu Biao asked with a sigh.
As a result, after waiting for a long time, Han Du did not reply. Instead, he heard Han Du's heavy breathing.
Taking a closer look at Han Du, it turned out that he was too tired and had already fallen asleep. Zhu Biao could only shake his head and sigh, with a look of helplessness on his face.
How could Han Jingyun not know that the eldest brother was pretending to sleep? The purpose was not to get involved in this matter, so he was not prepared to let Zhu Biao stay any longer, so he said: "Your Highness,
My brother is too tired, let him rest for a while. "
Zhu Biao turned around and saw the bright Han Jingyun, and couldn't help but feel shocked. But when he thought that he couldn't get a solution from Han Du, he couldn't help but leave with a disappointed expression. Now Zhu Biao looked worried and had no intention of spending more time with Han Jingyun.
Han Jingyun sent Zhu Biao away all the way. Seeing Zhu Biao's devastated look, he felt very uncomfortable. Thinking of Han Du pretending to be sick and deceiving Zhu Biao, he felt very angry.
When he went back and saw Han Du still lying on the bed, pretending to be sick, he said angrily: "Get up, stop pretending, the prince is gone."
Han Du slowly opened his eyes and saw that Han Jingyun was the only one standing here. He sighed helplessly and complained: "Do you think I want to do this? Pretending to be sick is not an easy job, and I don't want to either. So tired. But there is no other way, we have to do this for the sake of our family."
Han Jingyun lowered his head and said nothing. After a moment, he said: "When I sent His Royal Highness out just now, I saw that he seemed very sad and lost. Brother, if you really have a way, how about you help him?"
Han Du looked at the girl and couldn't help but let out a long sigh and said: "It's not that I don't want to help him, it's actually that this matter can't be solved by just relying on methods. As long as the emperor doesn't let go, no one can do anything about this matter. Method."
Han Jingyun pouted and asked worriedly: "Then you can only hide for one life. After you finish drinking the medicine, what will you do if His Royal Highness sends a doctor to treat you?"
Han Du was helpless about this. He could deceive Zhu Biao by pretending to be ill, but he could not deceive the imperial doctor. At that time, Han Du will either take the initiative to recover, or he will really get sick. But as long as Han Du gets better, no matter whether he recovers actively or not, he will not be able to escape being involved in this matter. And it's not that easy to pretend to be sick. This is not the future, and you can't just give yourself a basin of water in the middle of the night and catch a cold. You can catch a cold by doing this, but the possibility of being carried away by a wave of cold wind is not small. Han Du has not lived enough yet and does not dare to take such a risk.
Han Du had no good solution, so he could only sigh helplessly: "What else can I do? Let's go.
Just take it one step at a time. What I hope most now is that the emperor can cut through the mess quickly and end this case in a short time. "
However, can such a big case as Guo Huan's case be settled in a short time?
A few days later, the helpless Zhu Biao came to the Han family again, but this time he was stopped by Han Jingyun at the door of Han Du.
"Is Han Du's condition still not improving?" Zhu Biao looked a little haggard, but he forced a smile when he saw Han Jingyun.
Han Jingyun was stunned when he heard this, and then shook his head sadly. In the past few days, Han Du had been hiding in his room to amuse himself, causing Han Jingyun to forget about Han Du's illness for a while.
Seeing Zhu Biao's haggard expression, he felt heartbroken when Han Jingyun didn't come. Thinking of Han Du hiding in the house and enjoying himself, he said in a strange way: "Brother... he's feeling much better, but he still can't get out of bed."
When Zhu Biao heard this, his sad face suddenly brightened up, and he felt as if a big stone had been lifted. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's good, that's good. Originally, I was still thinking, if Han Du hasn't recovered yet, prepare Let the imperial doctor come and take a look. Since Han Du is about to recover, I will wait for two days before coming back."
Zhu Biao left with satisfaction. Han Jingyun hesitated and went to find Han Du.
"Who's here?" Han Du was eating roast duck, his hands dripping with oil.
Han Jingyun looked calm and seemed worried, but Han Du, who was focused on eating roast duck, didn't notice it.
"The prince is here." Han Jingyun hesitated for a moment and then said truthfully.
Han Du couldn't help but be a little surprised when he heard this. Didn't everyone say that he was sick? Why didn't Zhu Biao give up and came here again?
"What's he doing here again?"
Han Jingyun glanced at Han Du and said calmly: "Let's see if your illness is cured."
"Oh~" Han Du smiled and said casually: "If he comes again next time, you can tell him that my illness is still dragging on and there is no improvement. I am still relying on medicine, and I can't help him for the time being."
Han Du shook his head and said, taking a big bite of the duck leg while he was talking. He puffed his cheeks and closed his eyes with a satisfied look.
