Lin Qingbai fell ill.

That day after he quarreled with Xi An, he became ill with anger.

The high fever persisted and he was unconscious. It was discovered by the guards who came to deliver breakfast the next day.

As soon as the guard pushed open the palace door, he saw Lin Qingbai lying on the bed. The room was in a mess. The case was overturned on the ground, and the things on it fell to pieces. The bed was covered with bright red blood.

Lin Qingbai curled up on the blood-stained bed in white clothes, without a quilt, his face was pale, and the silence around him was terrifying.

This scene frightened the guard at the time, he took a step back abruptly, spilled the hot soup in his hand, and burned his hand immediately.

The guard didn't care about anything, he hurriedly put the things in his hand on the ground, boldly approached him, and called out twice: "My lord... my lord..."

Seeing Lin Qingbai's frown wrinkled, the guard suddenly let go of his tense body, fell to the ground, panting heavily.

Then he ran out of the palace room, shouting, "Come here! Come here! Your lord is sick, go and call for a doctor!"

Liang Yaochu was imprisoned in the basement by Xi An, and there were no other doctors in the palace. The servants did not dare to release Liang Yaochu privately, so they could only find an old doctor from the Herbal Medicine Hall in the capital..

The old doctor's hair is all white, and he is over sixty years old. Although he is not as good as Liang Yaochu, he is considered highly respected in the capital, and many officials and wealthy businessmen in the court seek him for medical treatment.

When the old doctor was supported by someone and tremblingly came to the palace, Lin Qingbai had already woken up slowly.

The servants changed all his sheets and quilts, and cleaned up all the smashed and messed things in the hall.

Lin Qingbai was lying on the bed, with no strength in his body. His head hurt and his chest hurt too. Every time he took a breath, it felt like a big stone was pressing on his chest, making him unable to breathe.

The old doctor stepped forward, and when he lifted Lin Qingbai's loose sleeves, he gave a sudden pause.

He saw the iron chain on Lin Qingbai's wrist.

Although the iron chain was loose, Lin Qingbai didn't know what kind of struggle he had made. His wrists were covered with red marks, and in some places, the skin was even worn out.shocking.

The old doctor reacted for a while, and finally sighed, without saying a word, his rough fingertips rested on Lin Qingbai's wrist.

He closed his eyes and checked his pulse, but his brows were furrowed tighter and tighter. When he opened his eyes again, his cloudy eyes looked at Lin Qingbai helplessly.

Lin Qingbai understood instantly. Before the old doctor was about to speak out, he grabbed the doctor's hand forcefully.

The doctor understood, stopped what he was about to say, twirled his beard and thought for a moment.

The servants around couldn't wait any longer, and the leader of the guards asked in a deep voice: "Doctor Qiu, may I ask what disease our lord has and how long it will take to recover?"

Speaking of which, everyone stared closely at the doctor's face.

It's no wonder that the servants are anxious, Xi'an's temperament is unstable now, especially as long as Lin Qingbai is involved, he is even more tyrannical. If Lin Qingbai's body is broken, it is uncertain how Xi'an will vent his anger on them.

Lin Qingbai's life affects everyone's life, and no one wants to lose his head for no reason.

The doctor widened his eyes and said angrily, "You are ashamed to ask! People are handcuffed with iron chains! They are locked in this dark room every day. Is this for people or prisoners?! Everyone has to be locked up.Get sick!"

Facing the doctor's reprimand, the people around you looked at me and I looked at you, but no one said a word.

They didn't do this, who knows what General Xi thinks...

I just didn't expect these doctors to have worse tempers one by one. I thought Liang Yaochu's temper was already bad enough, but now there is another one who is even worse.

After learning that Lin Qingbai was fine, several people standing in the hall were scolded by the old doctor anxiously, and after receiving the prescription prescribed by the doctor, you snatched it and I snatched it, all wanting to take the prescriptionQuickly slip away.

"I'm going to get the medicine!"

"I'll go, I'll go!"

"Take medicine

The place is far away, I run fast, this kind of thing should let me come!"

In the end, the few people fought back and forth without any result. Three or four people took a prescription and ran away. For a while, only the guard leader was left in the room.

The commander of the guards stood straight in the hall, turned around and glanced at the empty hall, then turned back to meet the old doctor's angry eyes.

He was silent for a while, and said blankly, "I...I'll go get the medicine too."

Without waiting for an answer, the commander of the guards turned around and strode away. For a while, only the old doctor and Lin Qingbai were left in the room.

Lin Qingbai lay on the bed, looked at the doctor calmly and said, "Doctor Qiu, everyone is gone, let's talk straight."

There were only two people left in the room, and the anger on Dr. Qiu's face dissipated instantly. He turned around and looked at Lin Qingbai with eyes full of heartache, sighing in his heart.

No one in the entire capital knows Lord Yun.

The former Prince Yun was handsome, resourceful, and held a lot of power in the court. When he traveled, thousands of people visited him. It can be said that he was very beautiful.

And now...

General Xi rebelled, and everyone in Beijing scolded General Xi, and at the same time scolded Lord Yun.

It is the fault of the son for not teaching his father, but if that person has no parents, then it is the fault of the teacher.

Xi An grew up with Lord Yun since he was a child, and now that he has betrayed his heart, it must be Lord Yun's precepts and deeds.

Maybe it was Lord Yun who wanted to seize power, and that's why he asked his apprentice to take action.

Otherwise, with General Xi, a young general, how could he disturb the situation in the capital in such a short period of time, and the people are in dire straits!

It must be Lord Yun who is behind the scenes!

hateful!hateful!Such villains should be quartered by five horses and sentenced to death!

Everyone cursed like this, wishing they could rush into the palace, kill Lin Qingbai first and then hurry up.

Because of this, when the servants of the palace came to invite Dr. Qiu at the Medicinal Food Hall today, the people around scoffed when they heard that they were going to treat Lord Yun, and said that if Dr. Qiu was not allowed to go, just let Lord Yun die of illness.

Even if he died, God opened his eyes and accepted him as a villain!

The doctor is benevolent, Doctor Qiu still came to the Yun Palace, but he never expected to see this scene......

Lin Qingbai was chained to the bed like a prisoner, guarded by many guards, but his face was as pale as paper, his joints were thin, and his body was so weak that it was difficult for him to breathe.

Seeing such a scene, no amount of rumors will be self-defeating.

Doctor Qiu hesitated for a moment, and said, "Lord Yun, your health is not very good..."

Lin Qingbai said, "I know."

Doctor Qiu sighed: "Prince Yun must have suffered from a serious illness a few years ago, which hurt the root, but for many years, the prince's mind has been peaceful, and he has been very thoughtful in taking food and tonics. There has been no serious problem, but theseThe mood fluctuates too much in the days, the energy and blood are deficient, and the stubborn illness on the body..."

Lin Qingbai didn't want to listen to this anymore, so he directly interrupted Dr. Qiu and asked, "How long do I have?"

Doctor Qiu's voice paused, and he said in a calm voice for a while, "If you can keep your mind stable, you will have three months..."

Lin Qingbai's hand gripped the bed sheet little by little, he let go of it after a while, closed his eyes, and said, "It's been long enough......"

There are two or three months before he can go, and he will never have to see this farce again.

He even felt that the time was a little too long.

It's just that don't know whose country this country belongs to, and whose world it belongs to on the day he leaves.

Lin Qingbai has been ill for a long time.

Xi Anying knew the news, and in the morning of the second day, someone came in and uncuffed Lin Qingbai's hands, and opened the closed palace door, and even the guards guarding the door were reduced by half.

Even Aunt Lian and Hongyue can enter the palace to serve.

It's just that Lin Qingbai couldn't get out of bed even if he didn't have the handcuffs at this time, so it doesn't make any difference whether he wears the handcuffs or not.

Xi An, on the other hand, never came here once.

Aunt Lian is always in Lin Qing

Whispering in Bai's ear, he urged Lin Qingbai to say: "Master Yun, Master Xi'an is busy, and I will definitely come to see you when I am done..."

"The young master didn't come, but the medicinal food you use now, these high-quality Chinese medicines, are all sent by the young master..."

"The young master still misses you..."

Aunt Lian is getting old, and she has been serving people in the mansion all her life. She is a woman, no matter what the situation outside is, she still stays in her palace, only looking at those people and this land.

As long as Master Xi'an and the prince are both good, that's fine.

Lin Qingbai closed her eyes when she heard Aunt Lian's voice.

He knew that Xi An might not come.

That day when he was holding a knife, he really wanted to cut Xi'an's throat for a moment.

This is different from Lin Qingbai running away, different from him setting off smoke, and even more different from him secretly sending messages.

He is going to kill him.

How deep a master-student relationship can withstand a knife?Even if Xi An manipulated him again, the moment the knife touched Xi An's throat, the last bond between them was severed.

But Lin Qingbai doesn't care anymore now.

It would be best if Xi An didn't come.

No more seeing him, no more pain.

The cannons outside the palace kept ringing, and the war should be at a time of fierceness.

Lin Qingbai didn't have the energy to care anymore.

I don't know what happened, but he took the medicine prescribed by Dr. Qiu, but his health didn't improve much. He spent every night in a high fever.

Whenever this time, he always dreamed of the time before he and Xi An.

In the past, if he was sick, he just went to find Xi An, and Xi An would rush over no matter what he was doing.

Even when the palace is discussing matters, he will leave everyone behind and hug him.

Xi An always likes to squat in front of Lin Qingbai, and always follows Lin Qingbai's temperament with clear eyes, rubbing his stomach when his stomach hurts, rubbing his waist when his waist hurts, and warming his hands when they are cold.

When he returned from the battle, he would put the shawl on his shoulders on Lin Qingbai's shoulders.

He would carry him through the snow.

He would bend down and soak his feet with his own hands.

He would blow cold and hot soup medicine for him a little bit.

How many times have others enviously told Lin Qingbai that they have never seen such a good apprentice, Lin Qingbai must have accumulated blessings in his previous life to get such a good apprentice.

.........

How many nights, when Lin Qingbai woke up from these dreams in a daze, he suddenly thought that it was fine to be so sick.

He is sick and confused every night, he can't hear the sound of gunfire outside the window, and he can't sleep at night because of discomfort, but he can dream about those incomparably beautiful things in the past.

These things that were once at your fingertips are now like a dream, and even dreaming in a dream is an extravagant hope...

A week passed like this.

Until one night, at Xu time.

Lin Qingbai ate a few mouthfuls of rice, drank the soup, and lay on the bed for a while, his whole body began to feel hot again.

He asked Aunt Lian to open the doors and windows of the palace, and the night wind blew in intermittently, making Lin Qingbai feel much better.

He lay on the bed, closed his eyes, and gradually fell into a coma again.

Aunt Lian stood in front of Lin Qingbai, holding a white cloth soaked in cold water in her hand, and kept wiping Lin Qingbai's forehead, trying to cool down the temperature of Lin Qingbai's body.

For so many days, she and Hongyue have taken care of Lin Qingbai like this every night.

The doctor told all of them that Lin Qingbai's illness this time was just caused by a rush to the heart, and it was not serious, and it would only take a month or so to recover.

But Aunt Lian felt that Lin Qingbai was seriously ill this time, and she had never been so seriously ill in more than ten years.

But these thoughts were too inauspicious, once they popped up, Aunt Lian hurriedly suppressed them.

Aunt Lian just sat by the bed like this, wiping Lin Qingbai's forehead again and again.

Until late at night, the candles on the desk looked like

It was about to burn out, she stood up and wanted to change a candle, but suddenly saw a person standing outside the hall.

The man was tall and tall, wearing a black robe, standing in the darkness at the entrance of the hall, don't know how long he stood there, just stood there at a distance, didn't make a sound, didn't enter the hall,He didn't come close, and his face was cold.

When Aunt Lian saw him, she didn't even bother to light the candle again. She walked quickly to Xi'an, complaining to him with red eyes: "Why did you come...your master has been ill for a weekNow, no matter how busy you are, you should take a look..."

"..."

Aunt Lian didn't care about Xi An's expression, she stuffed the white cloth into Xi An's hand, and was about to walk into the hall while pulling his arm. She told Xi An about Lin Qingbai's condition: "YouMaster has a fever every night now, and his consciousness is not so clear. I asked the doctor, and the doctor said that he was in a hurry during this period, and it would be better if he drank more medicine to relieve the fire and nourish the blood, but I always looked at the prince.I drank the medicine for so long, but it didn't get any better. I thought the prince didn't see you. It was like this before. As long as the prince sees you, no matter what ailment he gets, he will be half cured. Now you can wipe his forehead for him, and waitHe must be happy to see you with him when he wakes up..."

"Aunt Lian." Xi An interrupted Aunt Lian, and said in a cold tone: "I just came back today to get a change of clothes, not to see him."

Aunt Lian frowned, looking at Xi'an puzzled.

Xi An stood in the middle of the palace room, but couldn't stop looking at the person lying on the bed.

Standing inside the hall is much clearer than standing outside the hall.

After only seven days of not seeing each other, Lin Qingbai became even thinner.

He was lying on the bed, covered with a thick quilt, but as thin and thin as a piece of white paper, his beautiful eyes were closed tightly, and the expression on his face was not as indifferent and strange as when facing Xi'an, but likeIt was as gentle and calm as ever.

Sure enough, as long as his master doesn't see him, everything is fine.

"He doesn't want to see me, and he won't be happy."

Xi An clenched his hands into fists, said this in a cold voice, and turned around to leave.

Aunt Lian was taken aback, and quickly stood in front of Xi An and said, "What are you talking about, kid! How could he not want to see you?"

"..."

Aunt Lian was afraid that Xi An would leave in a fit of anger, so she raised her head and grabbed Xi An's sleeve tightly and said, "An'er, Aunt Lian is old and doesn't understand the intrigues in your court, nor you and your master.What happened in between...... But Aunt Lian wants to say, no matter what, he is your master... From the time he took you home when you were six years old to now, Aunt Lian has beenIn his eyes, he raised you up and never owed you anything. After so many years, why didn’t he turn to you? What is good is not up to you? Look at how sick your master is now,Even if there is any big conflict, you just give in and say something soft to warm his heart... You are the most important thing to him, how can you, a child, be angry with your masterWoolen cloth?"

When Xi An heard this, he clenched his fists. After a while, he lowered his head and laughed heavily, "Important? My life is worthless in his heart, and I can abandon it at any time. Why is it important?"

After finishing speaking, Xi An stopped looking at Aunt Lian, threw the white cloth into Aunt Lian's hands, and strode across the gate of the palace.

Aunt Lian stood there for a long time, until Xi An's back disappeared in the darkness.

She squeezed the white cloth tightly with her hands, lowered her eyes and sighed helplessly.

The candlelight in the room was getting dimmer and dim, and the lamp oil was almost burned out.

Aunt Lian turned around slowly, relit a candle on the desk, dipped a white cloth in cold water, and walked towards the bed.

Aunt Lian is getting older, and her legs and feet are getting weaker, and her walking movements are much slower than ordinary people.

She slowly bent down and sat on the edge of the bed, carefully folded the towels neatly, but when she raised her hand to wipe Lin Qingbai's tears, her hand stopped suddenly, and then began to tremble.

Lin Qingbai's eyes were still closed tightly, but his eyes were red, but tears flowed from the corners of his eyes. The tears flowed down his cheeks and landed on the pillow, staining the pillow with water.

When Aunt Lian saw Lin Qingbai's tears, she couldn't bear the heartache that was suppressed just now. Her eyes were red, and she raised her hand tremblingly to wipe away the tears for Lin Qingbai, and softly comforted: "My lord, I'm sorry,We disturbed your rest...."

"My lord, don't cry..."

"An'er, he was talking angry just now..."

"An'er has always been the most sensible..."

When she said this, Aunt Lian's voice choked up. No matter how hard her hand was, she couldn't wipe away the tears on Lin Qingbai's cheeks, and her tears were also dripping down her cheeks.

She raised her hand to wipe her eyes, tried her best to suppress the unstoppable sobs in her throat, and said intermittently with a crying voice: "An'er is still young, don't be as angry as him...he just......It's just that he is trapped now...One day, he will come back...he will return to the prince's side...."

The wind from outside the hall blew in, dimming the only candle on the desk.

Lin Qingbai turned over, with his back facing Aunt Lian, curled up little by little, until he was buried under the quilt all the time.

His hands tightly covered his eyes, his shoulders trembled, and he cried out.