An Qi'en couldn't help but lower her head and smile. She still remembered that when she almost fell off the horse at the polo field, Lu Bochu's reaction was so quick that she was saved by Lu Bochu almost in the blink of an eye before she had time to react.
I didn't expect that such a powerful person would have his things stolen by a child.
Lu Bochu vaguely saw her curved eyebrows through the white hooded mask. Seeing her smile, he felt much better. Then he said in a gentle tone: "I will drink the medicine later. I am a dangerous person now, so you should stay away." Some are better.”
"Your Majesty is really like a child. You were the one who said Qi En was responsible, and you are the one who pushed me away now. Does Your Majesty not take his majesty seriously now? Will it be the same for a while?"
Her tone was half angry and half fond, she would definitely not let him go at this time.
Lu Bochu was stunned when he heard that her words seemed to mean that she agreed to get married. His eyes suddenly lit up and he asked uncertainly: "Qi'en, what are you doing?"
An Qi'en raised his eyelids like eyes, looked at Lu Bochu tenderly, and said a little shyly: "The prince is right, since he has damaged his reputation, of course he must be responsible for the prince, so the prince should take good medicine now. Only when Qi En recovers can he take full responsibility."
Lu Bochu was so excited that his whole body was filled with strength, but he suddenly thought of something and his smiling face froze. He said unconfidently: "No need to pity me, you are a beautiful and capable girl. I want to marry you." Men can line up from Jingyang to Shangjing, so you don’t have to pity me at this time."
An Qi'en didn't expect Lu Bo to be so thoughtful at first. She wasn't spending her whole life with someone just to pity others.
She replied seriously: "Your Majesty can go back on his word, but Qi En won't take it to heart. Qi En's status is really not qualified to pity the Prince. It's not appropriate to say this now. The Prince should take medicine first."
Lu Bo might not be happy when he saw her taking her seriously for the first time, but he still didn't want to take off his mask and put her at risk of infection.
Regardless of his hesitation, An Qi'en took a spoonful of medicine and put it directly to Lu Bochu's mouth. His voice was soft and domineering: "If the prince doesn't pick it himself, Qi'en will take advantage of it."
In order not to worry Lu Bochu, she added: "I have the money to remove the plague, so you don't have to worry, Your Majesty."
When Lu Bochu saw her persistence, he had to take off his mask. The hood on his head still covered both sides of his face. An Qien saw his bloodless and pale face and fed the herb to Lu Bochu's lips.
The man's thick lips opened slightly, and the bitter herbs seeped into his throat. He raised his eyes to look at An Qi'en, who had serious eyebrows, and said warmly: "It's a bit bitter."
"Good medicine is bitter and good for the disease." An Qi'en fed him another spoonful. Lu Bochu frowned as if he was afraid of taking medicine like a child.
The prescription she prepared this time was indeed extremely painful. The previous prescription had no effect, and she would not give it to Lu Bo for the first time, so she had to change the prescription.
Lu Bochu raised his eyes to look at her, and accidentally bumped into An Qien's eyes. Their eyes were filled with ambiguity. This time, An Qien was naturally too embarrassed and did not move away quickly.
Lu Bochu frowned and drank the medicine she put to his mouth: "It's a good thing you sent it, otherwise I really wouldn't be able to drink it."
An Qi'en looked away and said naturally: "It is bitter, but ordinary medicine has no effect. Qi'en can only give the prince some heat-clearing and detoxifying medicine plus some high fever medicine. Later, the prince will drink some lung-clearing medicine. The prince will then I’m afraid of taking medicine, so I have to take it all with my eyes closed.”
Lu Bochu said with a good attitude: "Well, thank you for your hard work. If this new prescription is effective, I can be considered lucky and have made a small contribution."
After finishing speaking, An Qi'en's spoon was fed to his mouth again. Lu Bochu drank every mouthful with a frown. If An Qi'en hadn't fed him, he would have chosen the fastest way and drank it in one gulp.
Now I drink sip after sip, mainly enjoying the feeling of being fed.
The corners of An Qi'en's lips raised slightly. The mentality of having the plague also affects the condition very much. Lu Bochu's mood improved, and An Qi'en felt less anxious.
After taking the medicine, Lu Bochu lay down. His whole body was sore and dizzy and he just wanted to sleep. An Qien didn't care about it anymore. He handed the bowl to Qingbi next to him and started to tuck Lu Bochu in.
In her heart, she was also afraid that Lu Bochu would not survive. By then, she would not have the chance to do all the things she wanted to do. Life was too short for her to care about her reputation now. She just wanted to leave no regrets.
Lu Bochu knew it was her who was tucking in the quilt, but he was so sleepy that he couldn't even open his eyelids. Maybe it was because of the medicine he took, and the sleepiness came quickly.
An Qi'en felt uneasy when she saw Lu Bo falling asleep for the first time. This was not a good symptom. Although the prescription she prepared had a sleeping effect, the most important thing was to improve Qi.
As a result, Lu Bo fell asleep after drinking it for the first time. This would lead to two extremes: either he fell asleep and did not wake up, or his symptoms were relieved after waking up.
She didn't dare to leave, and kept guarding Lu Bochu. In order to observe more carefully, she took off the hood on Lu Bochu's head, and Lu Bochu's entire face was exposed.
An Qi'en recorded his changes bit by bit. At first, there was no reaction. An hour later, he was sweating profusely but still sleeping deeply. An Qi'en immediately wet the handkerchief to cool him down, but Lu Bo's initial reaction I was sweating more and more, my face was red and I had a high fever again.
If the fever continued like this, Lu Bochu would faint or be unable to survive. An Qi'en was anxious to give him acupuncture. Three needles were inserted into his forehead and two silver needles were inserted into his back. She abandoned all the shackles of female virtue and put acupuncture on him. Only when Lu Bochu lifted the quilt did he realize that his quilt was soaked with sweat!
An Qi'en didn't dare to delay for a moment, and decisively took off his wet white pajamas that were clinging to his body. Agui was so frightened that he came over to help with red eyes, and kept crying: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, please don't be scared. Servant, Your Majesty..."
After taking off his shirt, Lu Bochu's body was dripping with sweat. Agui supported Lu Bochu's body and kept him steady on his side.
An Qien stuck two silver needles on his back, then pulled out the silver needles and stuck a few more on his chest.
Lu Bochu's face still showed no reaction at all. Logically speaking, he would wake up from the pain of so many silver needles, but Lu Bochu still didn't wake up.
An Qi'en anxiously checked his pulse. He still had vital signs, but even if he didn't wake up, An Qi'en didn't know what the problem was.
I could only keep checking Lu Bochu's pulse to try to find the cause, but still found nothing. Two hours later, Lu Bochu suddenly murmured: "It's so cold..."
An Qi'en was sitting in front of his bed, checking his pulse and hearing his voice. An Qi'en looked at him happily. Lu Bochu slowly opened his eyes, feeling that he had no clothes on his upper body and no quilt on him. Seeing that An Qi'en was a little embarrassed, he subconsciously reached out for the quilt.
An Qi'en unexpectedly found that his fever had subsided, but a new problem arose: Lu Bochu was short of breath, his lungs were burning, and he would then cough up blood and die.
An Qien felt bad and hurriedly said to Agui: "Go and see if Uncle An is back, hurry up!"
The medicine she wanted to use is now gone. An Shian went to Qi Country to buy herbs and has not returned yet. Now that the situation is imminent, An Qi'en has no choice but to urge Agui to go take a look.
Agui hurriedly followed the order, and An Qien ordered Qingbi: "Quickly bring the heat-clearing and cough-relieving medicine for the prince to take."
Qingbi also hurriedly went to get the medicine.
Lu Bochu was already coughing uncomfortably. He couldn't hold it back when he came in. Seeing An Qien's anxious look, he felt uncomfortable. His body was cold and he touched the quilt to cover him.
"Qi En, I..."
Lu Bochu found that he had difficulty breathing and couldn't find his breath to speak. He wanted to explain something but was afraid that she wouldn't be able to accept it.
An Qi'en looked serious and frowned. He had no time to think and pricked no less than fifty silver needles into his upper body immediately.
"Your Majesty, there is no need to say anything. There will be a solution. Your Majesty must support him. This is your responsibility. The people of Jingyang are waiting for you."
Lu Bochu looked at her quietly. His whole body was sore and he didn't say a word.
At this moment, he suddenly felt that if he died, it wouldn't be a pity to die in front of her.
An Qi'en kept giving Lu Bochu acupuncture seriously, completely unaware that Lu Bochu was staring at her with his eyes.
Qingbi came in with the medicine: "Madam, the medicine is here."
An Qi'en hurriedly helped Lu Bochu to lean against the bed. With her delicate body, it was a bit difficult to help a strong man like Lu Bochu, but she gritted her teeth and moved. The moment she pressed her body against him, his breath lingered in her ears. The edges are numb and tingling.
An Qien's heart was pounding. She didn't have time to think about anything else. She took the medicine from Qingbi and put it into Lu Bochu's mouth one spoonful at a time.
After Lu Bochu drank the medicine, he half-squinted his eyes and said with difficulty, "It would be a shame for you if I don't get better."
An Qi'en was frightened and tense all the time. Suddenly, a servant came in and reported hurriedly: "Your Majesty, there is a big chaos outside. There are only three doctors left! No one is taking care of the people infected with the plague. Now we are here." If there is trouble at the door, you must see the prince."
Lu Bochu angrily shouted angrily: "Let people disperse!"
The words he spoke with all his strength were very low in decibel, and this feeling of helplessness, like the end of the world, eroded him.
"Pfft..."
A mouthful of blood spurted out from Lu Bochu's mouth. An Qien was frightened and panicked, and quickly wiped the blood from Lu Bochu's mouth with a handkerchief.
She said with a choked cry: "My lord, you must hold on, okay?"
Lu Bochu was surprised to find that after vomiting a mouthful of blood, he felt less uncomfortable. Before he vomited blood, his lungs felt like they were about to be burned to death. Now they are better and his breathing is easier.
"Where is Zhao Yan?" Lu Bochu asked the servant.
An Qi'en was surprised to find that his voice was much more confident. She felt Lu Bochu's pulse again as if grasping a glimmer of hope.
The hope in her eyes grew stronger and stronger. Lu Bochu's lungs were no longer burning so badly, and his energy had increased a lot. This was a very good sign.
The servant replied: "Master Zhao hasn't come back yet."
