A Li's eyelashes were lifted, his vision was hazy, and his focal distance could not be condensed. He only glanced at Xiao Yan for a short time and fell asleep again without knowing if he recognized the person.

Xiao Yan was worried that there were too many servants beside him, and his eager hands were on his legs and did not reach into the quilt.

The imperial physician heard that His Majesty had summoned him very quickly, and when he entered Xifeng Palace with a medical box, he was about to kneel before Xiao Yan who was sitting in front of the bed.

"Stop lingering, come and take a look for the queen." Even though Xiao Yan said that, the person occupied the edge of the bed and refused to go, and moved his butt from the low stool in front of the bed to the edge of the bed.

The imperial doctor bowed his head and walked over quickly, putting a towel on Ah Li's wrist, and began to diagnose the pulse.

A Li's eyebrows were knitted tightly, his lips were dry and white and peeling, but his face was extremely red. When the imperial doctor pressed his wrist, his fingertips spasmed, trembled, and moved, and his expression was painful and depressed.

Xiao Yan looked worried, raised his hand and stroked his thin cheek. She had the impression that Li had never been so thin before, there was no flesh on her cheeks, and her cheekbones were bulging.

It's the same on the face, let alone the body.

Xiao Yan's breathing was heavy, his eyes were deep, and for the hundredth time he thought of Ling Chi "myself".

How can "she" be willing?

It may be that Xiao Yan just came in from the outside and his palms are slightly cold, or it may be that he smelled a familiar breath, A Li buried his face in her palm, everyone was confused, but instinctively relied on her.

Xiao Yan's heart trembled lightly, his eyes almost reddened, his fingertips stroked A Li's eyes and brows, and whispered, "It will be fine."

When the imperial doctor heard this, his eyes flickered, and tremblingly, he withdrew the hand that took A Li's pulse. He didn't dare to lift his head, so he slipped off the low stool and knelt on the ground, stammering, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, The Queen's situation...I'm afraid it's not optimistic."

That's what she said very politely.

The Queen is like a fragile and brittle glass, already scarred, and now this high fever is more like holding up the cracked it and throwing it on the ground, and it is shattered.

I am afraid that this fever is quite dangerous for ordinary people, and it is difficult to survive, let alone the queen.

There was no charcoal basin in Xifeng Palace. The imperial doctor's voice fell, and the temperature in the palace seemed to drop a little bit. The attendants held their breaths and lowered their heads as hard as they could, not daring to make the slightest sound.

The entire palace was eerily quiet.

It wasn't until the unconscious person on the bed was groaning and the nasal voice made a soft "um" sound, the majesty of the pressure was abruptly withdrawn.

Everyone gasped as if they were reborn.

Among them, the Imperial Physician was the most fearful. Cold sweat broke out from his palms and back. Now he was sitting on the ground, his back was arched, his sweat-drenched shirt was tightly attached to his back, and he was shivering with cold.

The imperial doctor secretly raised his eyes to look at Xiao Yan who was sitting on the bed. The other party's eyes fell on the queen's face gently and deeply. He didn't turn his head but said softly to her, "Govern."

This light-hearted word is heavier than "If the queen has three long and two short ones, I want you to be buried with me".

Sober and calm emperors have always been more frightening than violent monarchs.

The imperial doctor got up from the ground, rubbed his palms on his body twice, forced himself to calm down, and prescribed the medicine according to the method of burning.

Looking at the blank medicine list under the palm of her hand, the imperial doctor was unable to drop the pen, she looked embarrassed, gritted her teeth and frowned.

In this situation, the best way is definitely to use heavy medicine to cure serious illness, but Queen Jun's body is not as good as ordinary people, and he is afraid that he will not be able to bear the excessive amount of medicine.

After thinking about it, the imperial doctor still chooses to use the gentle method first, if it really doesn't work... then the dead horse will become a living horse doctor!

The conditions of Qifeng Palace are not good, but Ah Li's current situation is not suitable for moving. Xiao Yan asked someone to bring the charcoal basin, and all the bedding and sheets were replaced with new ones.

Originally, the charcoal used in Qifeng Palace was of extremely low quality. It didn't have any temperature when it was burned, and the smoke was still choking. The servant who was serving Ah Li deliberately lit the charcoal in front of him, and held a palm fan to light it at him. Gently fanning the wind, he asked while fanning, "Does the queen feel warmer?"

A Li knew that in his situation, he didn't expect anything extravagant at all. He just waved his hand and asked the servant to remove the charcoal basin, so that there would be no need to light charcoal in Xifeng Palace in the future.

The waiter answered happily, took all these things and exchanged them for money to buy cotton-padded clothes for himself. And Ah Li is still covered with last year's quilt.

Halfway through today, the servant didn't know where to hang out, and so far he hasn't returned to Qifeng Palace.

Now that Xiao Yan said that he was going to bring a charcoal basin, it would definitely be the best fine charcoal.

Xiao Yan gently wrapped A Li in the quilt and hugged him. The person in his arms was so light that only a handful of bones remained.

The sheets, quilts, and curtains were all re-arranged according to the queen's specifications. After about half an hour, the Qifeng Palace, which had been deserted and depressed like a dying old man, returned to its splendid glory three years ago, even better than it was three years ago.

Xiao Yan gently placed the person in his arms on the bed, fearing that his body would be weak and bones, Xiao Yan deliberately asked people to add a few more quilts, and as soon as A Li lay down, he fell into the soft bed.

He felt terrible, and as soon as he landed on the bed, his fingers clenched Xiao Yan's sleeves, his knuckles were white and his brows were wrinkled.

The medicine has been boiled, and it was brought by the servants after drying for a while. On the mahogany plate is a delicate white jade bowl, which is filled with black soup.

A few steps away, Xiao Yan could smell the bitter taste of pantothenic acid inside. The smell was so pungent that it was disgusting.

"Your Majesty." The attendant stood beside him with his head bowed, Xiao Yan reached out and held the small white jade bowl, feeling the temperature of the bowl's wall, before holding a spoon and scooping a small sip to Ah Li's mouth.

In the last few worlds, Ah Li was in good health and hardly ever fell ill, so Xiao Yan didn't know that his husband was so reckless when he refused to take medicine.

To be honest, she was very resistant to smelling it.

But Ah Li is ill, how can he do without taking medicine?

The spoon was next to his mouth, and the dry skin was moistened and softened with warm water before feeding medicine into it.

He was quite honest with the water on his lips, but when he smelled the medicine close at hand, Ah Li shrank his head into the bed, buried his face on his shoulders to hide from her spoon, and shrank his entire body.

The lucky person is still confused, if he calls her wife master in a soft voice like this, Xiao Yan will be able to show him immediately!

How can it be so soft, if this is on the bed... it must be crying hard.

Xiao Yan coaxed in every possible way, A Li buried his head in the quilt with only half of his head exposed, ignoring her.

Xiao Yanxin said that if you do this, don't blame me for being a hooligan.

She put the medicine bowl next to her, reached out to dig A Li's face, held the bowl and took a sip of medicine herself.

That taste...

She almost vomited on the spot.

Xiao Yan's face was ugly, he endured the inexhaustible smell and lowered his head to kiss A Li. She blocked his lips, and A Li couldn't hide, her eyes were flushed red, her fingers grabbed her wrist and pulled down.

It's just that A Li's body is weak and weak, and he can only be "bullied" by Xiao Yan by pressing him on the pillow.

After two or three minutes of feeding a mouthful of medicine, the corners of Ah Li's eyes were wet, and tears came out of bitterness. When the bowl of medicine was finished, the originally pale and bloodless lips were as red as blood-stained nephrite.

He shrunk under the quilt, not wanting to show even a single strand of hair.

Xiao Yan took advantage and was very content. But the ticklish contact just now made the dryness and heat in the body that had been sluggish re-energized and scurried around.

Xiao Yan rinsed his mouth with warm water, and from the corner of his eye glanced at the person trapped in the quilt on the bed, with a smile in his eyes.

Let him cover it, it's better if he can cover his sweat.

The imperial physician has been guarding outside the hall, and as long as the empress does not have a fever, it is not considered a dangerous period.

There is no need to mention it in the early morning, Xiao Yan only has A Li in his eyes, and he is not in the mood to go out and show his face. From morning to afternoon, Ah Li's body was scorching hot, but he still refused to subside.

Xiao Yan's brows were tightened, and the medicine had been poured into two bowls. People who were willing to hold her sleeves now hide in the bed as long as they feel her approaching, and the fever has not subsided.

The imperial doctor knelt beside the bed, his voice trembling violently, "If, if the fever doesn't subside at night..."

The queen is afraid that it will not last until tomorrow morning.

I have tried every possible method, but Ah Li is still the same, drowsy asleep, without the slightest consciousness, just reacting by instinct.

Xiao Yan sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the bulging quilt, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and raised his hand to signal everyone to go out.

The imperial physician got up and walked out trembling with both hands and feet, followed by many dismissed attendants.

The gate of the palace was brought up.

Xiao Yan raised his chin and stretched out his hand to untie the belt at his neckline, and looked down at Ah Li, thinking that you forced me to do so.

If you are unwilling to use the serious method, then I can only give you a trial of the unorthodox treatment.

Xiao Yan took off his court clothes and padded clothes, grabbed the quilt and tore a corner. When the wind came in, the person on the bed shivered, and instinctively hid in the bed, he just vacated a place for Xiao Yan.

She touched the thin waist and hugged her, untied the belt with her fingers, and pressed it against the protruding sternum, with distinct ribs.

This made her a little unbearable to bully him.

Xiao Yan said that it was all for the purpose of curing diseases. If you are thin, you should lose some weight. Whose hungry dog ​​would think that there is less meat on the bones?

Compared to the previous world, Xiao Yan felt that he was much happier.

The wind picked up outside, blowing gently on the closed windows.

The charcoal basin in the hall does not feel cold.

She didn't know where she met, but A Li shuddered violently, even more so. There was a new flush on the face that was originally hot and red, and the breathing became even hotter, and he took a deep breath.

He was groggy, and his already mushy head was heavier. A feeling that he had never experienced before, causing A Li to snort softly, cry in a nasal voice, and say vaguely, "Don't..."

Xiao Yan raised his eyebrows, very clear, "I understand, don't stop, right?"

"..."

...

From the afternoon to the evening, Xiao Yan turned his head and looked out twice, once it was bright outside the window, and once it was dark outside the window.

The attendant quietly came in to light the lamp, and when he heard the movement inside, his face flushed with shame, and he almost dropped the fire book on the ground.

After lighting the lamp, he ran out in a panic and shyness, and when the wind blew outside, he calmed down a little.

Your Majesty, Your Majesty is pressing the Queen to do that!

The attendant couldn't tell how he felt, the queen was so ill, why didn't your majesty let it go?

Someone asked him softly about the situation in the hall, and the attendant shook his head like a rattle, with only one feeling in his heart:

Your Majesty, she is not a person!

The author has something to say: Xiao Yan: What nonsense, I'm all here to heal!

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