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date="2021-10-06"

title="Chapter 118:"

weight="139949"

series = ["The Villainous Classmate is my Lucky Star"]

mode = "manual"

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I originally thought that as long as the ending of Mu Yang's death in battle was changed, Mu Yang's life could be rewritten, but I didn't expect this to happen.

There is no mention of any disease Mu Yang contracted in the book.

Could it be that it was because the ending could not be changed, so even if Mu Yang was prevented from dying in battle, Mu Yang would be taken away in another way?

The more Wen Yantong thought about it, the more cold his hands and feet became. When he looked at the erythema on Mu Yang's arm, he felt pain in his eyes from being pierced.

Seeing her ugly face, Mu Yang pulled down her sleeves, smiled and said, "This erythema is not painful or itchy. I think it is a sequelae left by Zhongshu the previous two days. It should not be a major problem."

Wen Yantong glanced at him blankly, and did not tell him about the corpse he saw today. He only asked, "You went to the hospital earlier, but what did you find out?"

Mu Yang said nonchalantly, "Perhaps Yibei's doctors are relatively backward in technology. They said they don't know what the disease is."

"Then what makes you uncomfortable on weekdays?" Wen Yantong said.

Mu Yang shook his head, "No, I'm fine!"

He patted his chest and smiled brightly.

Things are not that simple. Wen Yantong knew in her heart, she said, "You drink some fire medicine first. The weather is so hot, maybe it's because the temperature is too high."

Mu Yang nodded and agreed.

After Wen Yantong bid farewell to Mu Yang, he immediately called someone to invite Chi Jingxi back.

After Chi Jingxi returned that night, Xiang Wen Yantong asked briefly about the matter and immediately rushed to Mu Yang's room.

At that time, Mu Yang seemed to be asleep, and after being awakened, he was listless and looked sleepy.

Chi Jingxi opened his clothes to check, and found that the erythema on his arm was spreading to his chest, densely covered.

Mu Yang rubbed the erythema with his hands, "What the hell is this? Why don't I feel at all?"

Chi Jingxi said, "Don't sleep, I will send a military doctor to see you immediately."

The military doctor was a famous doctor brought from Chaoge. He was a middle-aged man named Lin Ye. He had been living in the military camp where he was stationed. Chi Jingxi passed him to Yi Beicheng overnight.

The house was brightly lit that night, and Mu Yang was checked over and over again by Lin Ye, but in the end he shook his head helplessly.

Mu Yang was also afraid of himself, but seeing Chi Jingxi sitting next to him with a gloomy expression, he couldn't help but comforted, "I'm fine now, maybe this spot will disappear in a few days."

Lin Ye also said, "Don't worry, the marshal, I'll try to prescribe a few medicines to Master Mu to see if it works."

Chi Jingxi didn't say anything, only calmly asked Mu Yang to rest well, don't worry.

The next day Fu Zixian heard about Mu Yang's illness, so he hurried back, and after sitting and chatting with Mu Yang for a while, Mu Yang said that he was sleepy before leaving.

He didn't look like a patient at all, his emotions didn't fluctuate too much, he should eat and sleep, and occasionally quarrel with Wen Yantong when he was idle, seeing that it was no different from usual.

Wen Yantong was not idle either. She somewhat suspected that this disease was not only caused by Mu Yang alone, but she was not sure if it was an infectious disease, so she asked people to go to the city to find out the news.

The most worried thing was Chi Jingxi. In the next few days, he almost recruited some famous doctors around Yibei, and the house was filled with a smell of medicine.

Mu Yang drank various medicines every day, but the actual effect was not seen, and the erythema was still spreading.

Later, he nauseated when he heard the smell of medicine, but in order not to worry Chi Jingxi, he obediently drank the medicine bowl after the nausea.

Mu Yang's energy diminished at a speed visible to the naked eye. At first he could still play around in the house, but later he only stayed in the house, his face became paler.

Wen Yantong went to visit Mu Yang, and as soon as he entered the door, he smelled a scent of sesame powder.

"What's the matter? There is a girl secretly hidden here?" Wen Yantong jokingly walked to the bed, and saw Mu Yang lying on it, his face was much more ruddy than yesterday, and his lips also had color. He saw Wen Yantong. Then he smiled.

"Feeling better?" Wen Yantong sat down next to the bed.

Mu Yang said, "That's natural, because I played a bit late yesterday, so I was sleepy early today."

Wen Yantong said, "You still don't have a good rest at this time."

Mu Yang said, "Maybe I slept too much during the day, and I seem to be out for a while."

"Wait." Wen Yantong said, "When you find a way to eliminate your erythema, you can go out and sing."

Mu Yang was rare and well-behaved, and he could say anything.

After talking to Wen Yantong for a while, he yawned and said that he was going to sleep.

Wen Yantong knew that he was tired, and after a few words of warning, he left.

As soon as he left the house, Wen Yantong's face suddenly sank.

After hearing the inkstone bath at night, went to find Chi Jingxi.

Chi Jingxi was worried about Mu Yang these days. On the face, she didn't look very energetic. Seeing that Yantong had arrived, she hurriedly put down the book in her hand and greeted him.

Wen Yantong said, "Reading?"

"It's a brief record of the local disease in Yibei. No one of Yang Er's strange disease can see the doorway. I want to see if I can find any related cases." Chi Jingxi pinched her eyebrows, as if she had been watching it for a long time.

Wen Yantong sighed long, worrying between his eyebrows, "Mu Xingyi's body is worsening every day. Although this disease does not seem to be painful, it almost wipes out Mu Xingyi's popularity. NS."

Everyone saw Mu Yang's weakness every day, even though he forced it to cover it up.

Chi Jingxi said, "I'm thinking of a way."

Wen Yantong said, "He is strong, and I am afraid that we are worried. I went to see him today and found that he used rouge on his face and lips, and when he approached, there was a scent."

After hearing this, Chi Jingxi was silent for a long time, and then slowly said, "He himself is more scared than anyone else."

Chi Jingxi and Mu Yang grew up together when they were young, and naturally they knew Mu Yang very well. Although he was forced to laugh, Chi Jingxi could see that Mu Yang was actually very afraid of the disease in his heart, but he just didn't want to worry the people around him.

In the past few days, Chi Jingxi has tried his best to sleep for two or three hours a day, just to look through all the epidemic records in Yibei, and to let people visit everywhere to ask if there is a precedent for this disease.

Wen Yantong also kept thinking about this. In the original book, she remembered that Chang'an had a plague, which was deliberately dropped by Chi Jingxi's enemy in Chang'an. The disease was also covered with erythema.

But the difference is that the plague in the original plot not only has erythema, but also has symptoms such as headache, hemoptysis, skin hemorrhage, and high fever. But except for the appearance of erythema and weight loss, Mu Yang had no other symptoms, so she was not sure if it was the plague.

She twisted her eyebrows and sighed, her face was filled with unresolved sorrow, Chi Jingxi walked up to her and rubbed her eyebrows with her soft finger pads, "Don't worry, I will find a way."

Wen Yantong suddenly felt sore in his nose, thinking that Mu Yang was alive and kicking everyday. At this moment, he became weak after contracting the disease and his eye sockets were hot.

She held back her tears, raised her hand to hug Chi Jingxi's waist, and said dullly, "I must think of a way to do it to him."

Chi Jingxi could only gently stroke her head, and said in a low voice, "Yes."

Late at night, the house quieted down, and occasionally there were the sounds of guards patrolling and walking around.

Mu Yang couldn't sleep, so he hugged his pillow and went to bed. The next person hurriedly asked him what to do. He only brushed his hand without answering.

He opened the door, without even wearing his shoes, and walked barefoot to Fu Zixian's door. The guards on both sides stepped aside.

Mu Yang knocked on the door lightly and whispered, "Fu Zixian, Fu Zixian, are you asleep?"

Fu Zixian naturally did not sleep. He immediately got off the bed after hearing Mu Yang's voice and opened the door for him personally. Seeing that Mu Yang looked pale, he hurriedly pulled him into the room.

"Is it physically uncomfortable?" Fu Zixian asked Mu Yang to sit down while sending a basin of water in.

Mu Yang has lost a lot of weight, and the bones of his wrist have become obvious, he said, "No."

Fu Zixian whispered softly, "Then why are you looking for me?"

"I want to sleep with you tonight." Muyang looked at him bafflingly.

This is not the first time that Mu Yang has made such a request, but in the past it was all arrogant and even some arrogant orders. This was the first time that it meant a request.

Fu Zixian smiled and bent his eyes, "Okay."

The water came in after a while, and Fu Zixian squatted down to wipe Mu Yang's feet.

Mu Yang's legs and feet are covered with erythema. In fact, the servants are afraid of the infection, so they don't dare to approach Mu Yang at all. That's why Fu Zixian did it himself.

After cleaning, Mu Yang took the initiative to lie on the couch, put the chiffon on his body, and looked at the top of the bed with wide eyes.

After Fu Zixian lay down, the light in the room was turned off. He knew that Mu Yang had something to say, so he waited for him to speak quietly.

After a while, Mu Yang really moved, and the first sentence of his mouth was, "What will a person look like after he dies?"

Fu Zixian was slightly surprised, but his voice was steady, "I don't know."

Mu Yang said, "Yes, this may only be known to the dead."

Fu Zixian said, "Yes."

Mu Yang was silent for a moment, and then said, "I think I'm dying."

Fu Zixian answered immediately, "Don't talk nonsense, it won't."

"It's true." Mu Yang said, "I can feel it."

Fu Zixian heard a tremor in his voice, and knew that he was scared, so he said warmly, "Mu Xingyi, you will be fine. I and Xiaohouye are looking for a cure for you. There are so many famous doctors in Shaojing. There must be one that can cure you."

"I'm afraid I won't be able to wait for that time." Mu Yang said with some crying, "When I came to Yibei in spite of my father's objection, I had already thought about it. Even if I died here, I would be willing to stay with you. , But I didn't expect to die from illness, and I would lose my face."

"Nonsense." Fu Zixian frowned.

Mu Yang said, "This is too far from home. I don't want to die here. I'm afraid that the bones will be stinky to attract bugs when they are transported back."

He sniffed and wiped away tears quietly.

Fu Zixian didn't know how to comfort him, but said, "Don't worry, we will definitely heal you."

The two were talking when suddenly someone knocked on the door.

Fu Zixian sat up and called the next person to open the door. Then saw Yantong and Chi Jingxi walk in one after another.

The lamp was lit in the room again, Mu Yang's red eyes were clearly seen, and the eyelashes were still wet. When Wen Yantong saw it, he bent his eyes and smiled, "I knew you were here. Come, I'll make sweet porridge. Come and taste it all."

Mu Yangqiang cheered up, "You can still make sweet porridge?"

Wen Yantong asked his servant to put the wooden barrel on the table and serve a bowl personally, "This is what my mother taught me when I was a child. I wouldn't do it if it wasn't for your sickness this time."

Chi Jingxi said on the side, "Yang Er, come here."

Mu Yang rubbed his eyes casually and got off the bed, "Brother Xi, why are you here in the middle of the night?"

Chi Jingxi rubbed the top of his hair, "Come to see you secretly crying."

Mu Yang snorted softly, "I didn't."

Wen Yantong took the opportunity to pass a bowl of sweet porridge into his hand, so several people sat side by side on the soft couch.

Wen Yantong and Fu Zixian were silent most of the time, listening quietly. It was Mu Yang and Chi Jingxi talking. At first, Chi Jingxi talked a lot, talking about the past, and then talking about what Mu Yang once said he wanted to do. Perhaps these words evoked Mu Yang's interest again. Although he was weak in spirit, he gradually began to talk more.

Speaking of later, Mu Yang really didn't have much energy anymore, his voice became smaller and smaller, and he was sleepy holding the sweet porridge.

The other three healthy people also became silent, and silently drank the sweet porridge in their hands.

After a long time, Mu Yang seemed to be asleep, his head tilted on Chi Jingxi's shoulder, and the bowl in his hand was still tightly held.

Wen Yantong drank the last mouthful of the bowl, chewing on the sweet flesh, with a soft voice, "Don't worry, you will definitely be fine."

The author has something to say: [Chi Jingxi’s Little Diary]

August 14:

The porridge...a bit too sweet.

As sweet as what she said.