Yan Xiu's head hurt so much this time. He thought he had a headache just because of excessive fatigue, but this time it hit him directly. His mind was turned upside down, and the ground was shattered. His life.
Any slightest disturbance was enough to make him frantic, let alone Zhu Sijia's cry.
In the past, he always felt distressed when he saw her crying, but now when he heard her crying, Yan Xiu's head almost burst. He moved his dry lips and tried his best to raise his hand to touch her chin:
"Cicada, stop crying, I have a headache."
If it were anyone else, Yan Xiu even doubted whether he would have directly dragged that person down and chopped him down at this moment, but facing Zhu Sijia, he was extremely uncomfortable and refused to say an outrageous word.
How could Zhu Sijia not understand the underlying meaning of his words? He immediately held back his tears and sobbed: "I know I was wrong, I don't want to cry."
She didn't expect that the potency of this medicine would be so strong. She clearly kept in mind Broi Yu's advice and only put a small amount into Yan Xiu's incense burner and food, but she didn't expect that Yan Xiu would be tortured like this.
Can he still read memorials, can he still handle political affairs rationally, can he continue to battle wits and courage with courtiers, will the government and the state of Qin be in chaos because of her drugging?
Zhu Sijia never thought there would be so many consequences. Just when she was scared, she saw Yan Xiu unable to open his lips and said: "Water, tea."
After sweating so much, he may have run out of water vapor in his body.
Zhu Sijia still held Yan Xiu in her arms and could not get up, so she whispered to Hu Shunhai: "Hurry up and bring your Majesty a bowl of tea. It needs to be warm."
But the imperial doctor had a troubled expression on his face: "This... Your Majesty, tea is cold in nature and will aggravate your headache afterwards. You must stop drinking it."
Who doesn’t know that Yan Xiu loves tea? He said these words carefully, and Yan Xiu immediately glared and became furious:
"roll!"
Hu Shunhai was so frightened that he quickly walked to the table and was about to pour tea.
Zhu Sijia winked at the imperial doctor. The imperial doctor wiped her sweat dejectedly and retreated. She consciously walked to the side hall and personally cooked the soup for Yan Xiu. She called out to Hu Shunhai again:
"Eunuch Hu, wait a minute. Go to the kitchen to get some honey, and then mix it with tea. When the water is warm, I will feed it to Your Majesty."
Honey is warm in nature and he should be able to take it.
After saying that, she lowered her head to observe Yan Xiu's expression and saw that he had no objection. This method should be able to satisfy him.
Zhu Sijia was very uneasy. Yan Xiu's headache this time was clearly her fault. She had never heard of Emperor Qin Wu being ill in his previous life. It was expected that he would not be infected with a real headache in the future. So the suffering this time - —
She was ruthless, if the drama was not enough, how could she kill her with one blow?
Although I am extremely sorry, it will only make Yan Xiu suffer for six or seven days at most. If he wants to drink tea, let him drink it.
Hu Shunhai followed Zhu Sijia's instructions and kept in mind the imperial doctor's words, adding a little tea to the honey water. It was so light that he could hardly taste the tea, and then he dared to bring the water to the two masters.
Zhu Sijia took the small bowl and asked Yan Xiu, "Can Xuanzhi get up?"
He was not light, and his tall and heavy weight made her thighs feel numb. She did not dare to move rashly, but with Yan Xiu resting on her like this, it was difficult for her to even feed him water or medicine.
All the strength in Yan Xiu's body had been taken away, how could he still have the strength to move? So he said hoarsely: "No."
Zhu Sijia and Hu Shunhai could only try to feed him water with a small spoon. Yan Xiu's posture was not difficult, but he did it intentionally, half of the water was fed in and the other half came out, which was of no use at all.
How long has it been since he was in such pain? He suddenly became childish.
"Eunuch Hu, please go down first." Zhu Sijia looked at Hu Shunhai, "I have my own way of feeding Your Majesty."
Hu Shunhai nodded and stepped back.
Zhu Sijia and Yan Xiu were the only two people left in the dormitory. She put the bowl and rubbed Yan Xiu's wet temples: "Can I help you sit up and then feed you?"
Yan Xiu closed his eyes tightly, and his long and straight crow-green eyelashes were stained with moisture, but he did not forget to take advantage of his illness and said wantonly: "How should I feed the cicada?"
Zhu Sijia: "What else can we do? Of course we communicate with each other through lips."
Yan Xiu then opened his eyes, moved his head on her lap, and said deliberately: "Then there is Empress Lao Zhaoyi."
It took a lot of effort for Zhu Scarlett to help him sit up, and according to what she just said, she put the honey water into his mouth with her own mouth. After feeding a whole bowl of water, she herself was sweating.
Yan Xiu drank some water and his complexion improved slightly.
Just as the imperial doctor brought the boiled medicine, she was about to feed it with a spoon when Yan Xiu forced a smile on her face and said, "Cicada said that if you want to share my joys with me, you should also share my sorrows with me."
Zhu Scarlett: "..."
She never said anything like that.
If she had known that Yan Xiu's illness would be such a torment, she would have found another way.
But she had caused the disaster herself, and now it was her turn to suffer it. After sending the imperial doctor away, she "shared the suffering" with Yan Xiu as she had just done.
After Yan Xiu drank the medicine, his mind was obviously much relaxed, but he still had no intention of dealing with government affairs. He ordered people to invite Yan Wei and Li Woyun into the palace, and then he lay down to rest.
…
After serving Yan Xiu, it was still early in the morning, so Zhu Sijia returned to Changle Palace. After bathing and changing clothes, she also dismissed the palace guests in the name of rest.
She took out the wooden board, dug out the well-hidden sewing basket, took it to the bed and continued to embroider the unfinished things in front of the light.
It would take ten years for Mrs. Chen's needlework to be mastered, but it is not impossible. I wish Scarlett could still learn the nine-point figure as long as she slows down and embroiders carefully.
Two little figures wrapped in white cloth and straw gradually took shape in her hands.
The art of being tired of winning is a crime that will lead to death.
The emperors of the past dynasties were extremely concerned about the forbidden magic of witchcraft. Once discovered, even the queen of the current dynasty would be banished to the cold palace and the nine clans would be punished.
So what?
The person who made these two dolls was Concubine Chen, and the calligraphy on the dolls was written by Yan Xing. This was enough. There was no need to wait for Yan Xiu to find out the truth. Yan Xing, mother and son would be killed immediately, and even the Chen family might be killed. Not immune.
Between her and Yan Xing, one of them will always die. If he is not allowed to die early, what awaits her will be the same fate as her previous life.
She knew that once her behavior was exposed, she would die without a burial place.
But she couldn't wait any longer. She couldn't wait to send Yan Xing to hell. Ever since the last time he tried to use the cat demon case to steal her, she had been terrified all the time.
If Yan Xiu, Fu Zhu and others hadn't noticed at that time and were just a little bit late, she might have been taken out of the palace by Yan Xing's people.
Taken out of the palace——
Zhu Sijia thought of this and paused the needle in her hand. How could Yan Xing take her, a living person, out of the palace in full view of everyone?
Not to mention that he could deceive the eyes of all the civil and military officials present that day, he might not be able to hide even the interrogations at the palace gates.
But Yan Xing would never do anything he was unsure of. There must be a reason why he dared to be so bold.
Is there any other way out of the palace?
Zhu Sijia was too lazy to think about it, lowered her head and continued to work on the needlework in her hand.
There was not much time left for her. According to Zhu Ya, since the founding of New Taixue, Yan Xing had gained a lot of prestige among students in a short period of time. As time went by, it would be even harder for her to get rid of him.
