"Your Highness is awake?" Feng Youxi asked softly outside the curtain.
"Yes." The prince lay back down again.
My brain was hot, but my body was cold, and there was a thick layer of cold sweat on my vest.
He later discovered that for the first time, two people who had nothing to do with him, Zhen Qingyin and Wei Yi, entered his dream for the first time.
What a hell!
He could still understand that Zhen Qingyin entered his dream. After all, he had thought about having children with her. Men should marry when they are young, and women should marry when they are young. There was nothing to avoid.
As a prince who has been actively urged to marry and have children in court by ministers since he was thirteen years old, there is no need to shy away from love between a man and a woman.
What's more, the young ladies have introduced themselves to pillow mats in different ways more than ten times.
But, Wei Yi...
The prince's face turned black again, and he kept rubbing his eyebrows with two fingers.
Feng Youxi gently raised the curtain and pulled off the brocade veil on the night pearl. The candlelight outside the tent came in. The prince's cheeks were flushed, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was pinching his eyebrows in worry.
Feng Youxi thought to himself, Miss Zhen's slap was really powerful. After a night, the swelling had not subsided, but it became even redder.
Taking a closer look, the other side of the prince's face, which had not been slapped, was also red.
His heart skipped a beat and he stretched out his hand to test the prince's forehead temperature.
The prince was irritated by Wei Yi's sleep when he suddenly saw a man's hand approaching and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Feng Youxi, you are so presumptuous!"
Feng Youxi shook his hands and knelt down: "Your Highness, your forehead is hot and you have caught a cold. It must be because of the cold wind blowing in the second half of yesterday. I deserve to be damned if I didn't notice it in time."
The prince touched his forehead, it was indeed quite hot.
It turned out that he was suffering from fever. No wonder Wei Yi broke into his dream.
Feng Youxi saw that he was not in his right mind: "Your Highness, I'm going to call the imperial doctor."
"Yeah." Wei Yi was just an eyesore to him in reality, but she also got into his dream to steal his love, how unreasonable!
What does Wei Yi compare with him?
But that look...
The prince was very worried about it, and every time he thought about it, he would get heartbroken.
He had even thought about having a child together and counting banknotes with his son, but she fell in love with a man who had her own heart.
The corners of the prince's lips pursed into a straight line, and he was filled with evil aura.
Okay, you admire Wei Yi, right? "I want to see what good results you can achieve!"
She couldn't avoid him and didn't want to attack him at all, so why should he force others to do so?
That's all, she's just a little lady who doesn't like him. There's no reason why all the women in the world should admire him. Otherwise, how can other men live?
Anyway, he has obtained Linglong Pavilion and has a steady stream of money, so he is not at a loss, as long as he does not disturb her love for Wei Yi in the future.
Of course, the potatoes, sweet potatoes, and cement were all rewards for completing his mission, and he would definitely get them back.
From then on, we didn't owe each other anything. He walked his own way, and she fell in love with her Wei Yi.
When Wei Yi and Zhen Yuanyuan get married, he will definitely go and see the pain and sorrow in her eyes that she cannot ask for.
"Cry well!"
Feng Youxi didn't hear clearly what the prince was murmuring. When he became confused and began to talk nonsense, he saw his face changing, and finally his eyes were staring at the tent with a dull look. He was so horrified that he got up and put down the curtain first. In order to prevent the wind from entering, he quickly called the imperial doctor and ordered the young eunuch to heat up the earth dragon.
In just one cup of tea, the prince's face turned even redder.
"Your Highness, drink some hot water, I've added honey to it." Feng Youxi was so distressed that he was about to cry, and half helped the prince up.
The prince was never willful. Although his consciousness was vague, he knew that the disease should be treated. He opened his mouth and drank half a cup. Every time he swallowed a mouthful, his throat hurt like a knife.
He pushed Feng Youxi's hand away and said in a hoarse voice: "Prepare water, I want to take a bath."
"But Your Highness, you have contracted typhoid fever and you need to be exposed to the wind when bathing..."
The prince frowned, and his majesty appeared: "Go and prepare water!"
He always felt that there was the fragrance of cold plums in his arms, lingering and causing his brain to ache.
She already liked Wei Yi, so why did she leave her scent on him?
Feng Youxi had no choice but to call someone to prepare water.
There is always hot water in the East Palace.
Feng Youxi stretched out his hand to test the temperature of the water. It was hot to his hands, and then he dared to help the prince into the tub.
The tub is narrow and more insulated than the bathtub.
"All the bedding has been changed."
"Yes." Feng Youxi responded and turned around to tell the young eunuch to change his bedding.
"Throw away the plum vase on Duobao Pavilion." This command was given in a calmer tone.
But Feng Youxi, who knew the prince, immediately realized that this was the real crux.
It turns out that the prince rarely loses his temper because of Miss Zhen!
Alas, this jealousy is so strong, and its stamina is even greater. From being angry and blowing the cold wind yesterday, to this morning when I was sick and confused, I still didn’t forget the plum blossom.
"Don't worry, Your Highness, I will go in person."
After a long time, the plum blossoms had already fallen, leaving only a bare branch in the vase. Feng Youxi dried the branches and placed them on the Duobao Pavilion, which was very interesting.
When the prince met him, he never praised him or said anything bad about him.
Feng Youxi knew that he had done the right thing.
After all, that was the only gift that Miss Zhen gave to the prince—even though it passed through the hands of Mrs. Chao Guogong once.
When the prince came out of the bath, the imperial doctor had been waiting for him for a long time.
Feng Youxi had someone stop the imperial doctor outside the door, helped the prince back to the bed and lay down, and quickly put down the curtains one after another.
Before the curtain was lowered, the prince's vision was somewhat blurry. The bedroom was completely new. The maids and eunuchs had removed the incense burner, and the air was a little fresher.
However, when I glanced at Duobao Pavilion, I always felt that something was missing.
I hadn't noticed it in the past, but now I noticed something was missing.
When the curtain completely blocked his view, he remembered that he had ordered Feng Youxi to throw away the plum vase. It turned out that what was missing was the bare plum blossom branch.
Throw it away.
Throw away his pretentiousness.
The prince tugged at the corner of his mouth, and there was a bit of self-mockery in his eyes.
After covering the curtain, Feng Youxi quietly asked the imperial doctor to come in and check his pulse.
The imperial doctor felt the pulse, listened to the breathing, sat outside the curtain and said respectfully: "Your Highness, please let me see your face, eyes and tongue coating."
After waiting for a moment, the prince made no move.
The imperial doctor thought that the prince was asleep and raised his hand to open the curtain. Feng Youxi hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop him: "Sir, wait a minute! Your Highness caught the cold after a cold wind blew yesterday. He is cold and can't see the wind. You can ask His Highness about his symptoms. "
But the imperial doctor cannot be allowed to see His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's swollen face.
The imperial doctor was quite embarrassed, but even the prince didn't say anything, and he couldn't force himself, so he asked: "Your Highness, how do you feel at this moment? But you are dizzy, feeling cold all over, sweating a lot, and your body is burning hot?"
"Yes." The prince responded tiredly.
"Then, Your Highness, how dizzy are you?"
The prince looked at the ceiling of the tent, his eyes moved slightly, and he said softly: "I saw two colorful butterflies flying."
Imperial physician: "..."
Feng Youxi: "..." Are you so dazzled by the specifics?
