On the seventh day of March, the weather alternated between hot and cold, giving Zhu Sijia a chill.
She drank medicine for several days, and she could barely keep her spirits up today.
Zhu Yuancun and Ren Huai also officially set off for the expedition today. She struggled to walk out of Changle Palace, tied up her veil honestly, and went to see her off in person.
When they arrived at the gate of Taiji Palace, they met Yan Xiu by chance. Yan Xiu knew what she was going to do. Although he was concerned about her body, he didn't stop her. He just pulled her into the palace and put another cloak on her. He was satisfied.
Yan Xiu and Zhu Sijia personally sent the two of them to the gate of the imperial city, and also gave each of them a soft gold silk armor that was said to be invulnerable. Zhu Yuancun's soft armor had an extra "Cun" embroidered crookedly.
It's not because the two have similar physiques, so they deliberately want to distinguish it from Ren Huai's, but because the words were embroidered by Zhu Sijia herself.
Zhu Sijia cried so much that she was so sad that she tied the armor on Zhu Yuancun with her own hands, telling him over and over again to take good care of herself and to go home as soon as possible.
Zhu Yuancun couldn't help but smile when he saw such ugly words. Zhu Sijia was not good at female embroidery, so being able to embroider like this was considered a great effort.
But he didn't know that this ugly and even funny word was embroidered by his sister, who was tortured by the wind and cold, stitch by stitch, took it apart, took it apart and embroidered it for him.
Seeing Zhu Sijia cry, Ren Huai felt uncomfortable. It had nothing to do with anything else. He just couldn't see the girl crying, let alone Zhu Jieyu who had been kind to him?
Even if he didn't know Zhu Jieyu, he couldn't bear to see such a beauty crying.
He pinched the corner of Zhu Yuancun's soft armor with the embroidered words on it and asked, "Since it is invulnerable, why can Zhu Jieyu use a needle to embroider words on it?"
Yan Xiu: "..."
Zhu Yuancun: "..."
Ren Huai: "The last general made a mistake! The last general is just jealous. Wu Xingbo has a sister who can embroider calligraphy, but the last general only has a brother who loves to make a fool of himself..."
Ren He also came to see him off. How could he, the eldest brother, not know how many pounds his little brother had in his belly?
He knocked on Ren Huai's head: "It's not too big of a deal to watch the excitement. When you put the Qin Army's flag in the Yong'an City Palace, can I embroider a hundred Huai characters for you?"
Zhu Sijia listened to the conversation between the two brothers and managed to burst into laughter: "I only focused on telling my brother, but forgot to tell Uncle Chiayi. The country of Zhou is several times colder than the Qin Dynasty, and there are frequent epidemics. Uncle Chiayi must be careful."
She raised her eyes and glanced at Ren Huai's hand, as if to confirm whether the injury on his hand was healed.
Ren Huai opened his palm to her generously. There was nothing unusual except for a scar on his palm.
Yan Xiu didn't take Zhu Sijia back until they couldn't see the tail of the expedition team.
The two of them got into the carriage. The one who was suffering from the cold had little strength. Zhu Scarlett curled up in Yan Xiu's arms to keep warm, staring at him with her beautiful eyes, as if she had something to say.
Yan Xiu was worried that she would be blown by the wind, so he reached out and touched her forehead, and it was indeed very hot.
Zhu Sijia was still cold despite being so thickly dressed. Changle Palace was far away from the palace gate, so he ordered the carriage to drive directly back to Taiji Palace.
Zhu Sijia felt dizzy, but still did not forget to praise him:
"Xuanzhi is so lucky to be here. I just saw the two uncles and General Ren having fun in front of you. You didn't tell them to follow the rules."
Yan Xiu: "You've already been burned like this, and you're still talking nonsense here? Next time you want to praise me, do it when you're sober, then that'll count."
People are a little more squeamish when they are sick, Zhu Sijia pouted: "What is done or not, you are not happy to praise you... I just think that Xuanzhi gets along very well with the juniors."
Yan Xiu: "How harmonious is it?"
Zhu Scarlett's face turned red from the heat: "I can't even imagine how happy I would be if I were your sister or daughter."
Yan Xiu: "..."
I was so burned that I didn't expect that after all this time, she actually wanted to be my sister, or even my daughter?
Yan Xiu: "I don't dare to think about it. If Cicada becomes my daughter, it will make me worry a lot. Cicada is beautiful, so she might as well give me a daughter."
After saying the words about giving birth to a daughter, his face turned red along with Zhu Sijia.
Fortunately, the two of them were alone, and the soundproofing of this carriage was excellent. Otherwise, if others heard him, they would mistakenly think that he was a fatuous man who was promiscuous all day long.
Not long after Zhu Sijia was carried into the Tai Chi Palace by him, Doctor Liu arrived on the back foot.
And because she was suffering from a fever, she had been coaxed to sleep by Yan Xiu in the carriage, otherwise she would have suffered so much if she had been awake.
Doctor Liu checked her pulse and said: "Fortunately, although Jieyu has a fever, the wind and cold are about to be cured. She only needs to take one antipyretic medicine. After taking this medicine, her fever is gone today, and the wind and cold will be gone in three days at most." Cure them together."
Yan Xiu nodded, invited Doctor Liu to a deserted corner, and asked him quietly: "Besides the cold, what else is wrong with Zhu Jieyu's body?"
It was Imperial Physician Liu who diagnosed and treated Zhu Sijia's cold and frail body at the beginning. Now, Imperial Physician Liu understood what Yan Xiu wanted to know without him having to say anything.
Doctor Liu said respectfully: "Your Majesty, I wish that Jieyu's health is almost healed. It's because of the three-point poison of the medicine. She can stop taking the tonics she has been taking before and switch to some health-preserving medicinal foods, such as bird's nest and donkey-hide gelatin." Things help each other.”
"Based on Weichen's medical skills, Zhu Jieyu will be able to give birth to an heir in less than half a year."
He mistakenly thought that Yan Xiu was anxious about having an heir. Not only was this a matter for the king of a country, but ordinary men regarded it as a matter of dignity.
After all, he was also in charge of Yan Xiu's pulse.
Although His Majesty is busy working day and night on state affairs, his body is still in his prime of life and there is no problem at all, and he is even extremely good.
However, Yan Xiu still had no children, and there were many people who doubted his ability.
After Yan Xiu thought for a moment, he said, "Is there any way to prevent her from getting pregnant?"
Doctor Liu was shocked when he heard this. Could it be that his love for Zhu Sijia was really just superficial? From the beginning to the end, he never let go of his concerns about Zhu Sijia's identity?
"This, this, there are many ways." Doctor Liu wiped the sweat from his forehead, "If Your Majesty agrees, I can prescribe a dose of Bizi Decoction with a very light bitter taste."
Yan Xiu said coldly: "No, there is no other way but to avoid Zitang? We can't hurt her at all."
Doctor Liu was stunned again, he really couldn't understand His Majesty's thoughts.
Yan Xiu: "She is only seventeen years old. I don't want her to endure the pain of childbirth, even if she is a few years later."
Doctor Liu: "But Your Majesty, there are many women who give birth to children at the age of fifteen, so you don't need to worry."
"Worried?" Yan Xiu lowered his eyes, "I am more worried that she has damaged her own foundation for a child. In short, you should find another way to deal with this matter and submit it within half a year."
Doctor Liu's face turned pale and pale.
After Zhu Scarlett's medicine was cooked, Yan Xiu sat back on the bed, lifted her up, and fed her the medicine with his own hands.
She was suffering from a fever, her eyes were tightly closed when she drank the medicine, and her eyelashes trembled in a lovely arc.
Yan Xiu hugged her waist and thought, he is six years older than Zhu Sijia, isn't she just a young sister in front of him?
He couldn't bear to see his sister suffer the pain of childbirth prematurely.
