Chapter 240 Qi'er Says He's Missing a Sister Recently
"Yehua...Yehua..." Even though she was still suffering from typhoid fever that would not go away for a while, Hua Xuanji still spit out Yehua's name from her lips like withered petals. Baidu,
Both hands tightly grasped the corner of the quilt, as if trying to hold on to something, but could only help let go.
The entire palace was in chaos because of Ye Hua's sudden fainting. Although Yu Xia had ordered not to let the ministers know, but after all, walls have ears, but after a while, several ministers completely surrounded Ye Hua's bedroom.
stand up.
The master who came from Tai Hospital even surrounded Yehua several times, but could not find a way to calm Yehua down.
"They cannot be allowed to see Ye Hua like this!" These were the first words of the prophet and the Emperor when he came in.[
He stretched out his hand and waved towards Yuxia: "Xia, you go handle it."
"Yes." Although Yu Xia doesn't like Ye Hua, he is a sensible person and will not embarrass Ye Hua over such a trivial matter.
Thinking about it, Yu Xia slowly stepped back, turned around and began to dismiss the ministers.
If we really want to talk about anxiety, the anxiety of the entire palace at this moment is nothing compared to Ah Liang's actions.
Staring blankly at the bowl of medicine that Yehua had not finished drinking, Ah Liang's whole hand was trembling completely under the woman's gaze: "How could this happen? How could this happen... He didn't drink all of it..."
"You are busy doing things," the woman said sarcastically, reaching out to take the medicine bowl from Ah Liang's arms and spilling all the medicine outside. Then she said to Ah Liang: "Take all the medicine I gave you...
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"Yes, yes..." After all, Ah Liang was the kind of woman who had never seen much trouble before. She was thinking that Ye Hua might find her, so she seemed particularly frightened and stopped replying to the woman's words.
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Sighing forcefully, the woman took the medicine bag from Ah Liang's trembling hands: "Why are you panicking? If you don't want Yehua to find out, just do as I say."
"Okay..." In fact, if the matter came to light, Ah Liang could have just let go, but...she is particularly enjoying the time with Yehua now.
She doesn't want to be separated from him!
She stretched out her hand and quickly opened a medicine bag. The woman sat directly in front of the table and fiddled with the medicine bag with her slender fingers. After a long time, she pulled out a dark red thing.
"These are the petals of poppy flowers, which have addictive effects, and the poppy flowers in these medicines are soaked in the venom of Ajin (the golden python), so they have the effect of killing people!
The rest are just normal tonics, hurry up and get rid of them all so that the old fox can’t find anything in his examination!”
"Really? Is there no antidote?" Ah Liang sat down opposite the woman angrily. While holding the medicine bag, Ah Liang said slowly, his voice was very soft, as if he was talking in his sleep. He didn't know whether he was asking the woman or himself...
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The woman just raised her head slightly, glanced at her... and smiled coldly: "If you want to stop now, I won't stop you!"
"I didn't mean that!" Ah Liang speeded up his hand, but was stopped by the woman's hand.
He handed a selected medicine package to Ah Liang: "I hope you can remember what you just said. Here is the selected medicine. Go and brew another bowl, pour half of the bowl back to its original state, and then quickly go to Yehua
, don’t let others take the lead!”
Ah Liang understood that the person the woman was talking about must be referring to Hua Xuanji, so he took a deep breath, nodded heavily, and ran out quickly with the medicine bag.
*******The fiery red gauze curtain fluttered back and forth in the wind. Under the light of fish belly white and sparkling candlelight, Hua Xuanji finally slowly opened her eyes.
However, the first words he said when he woke up were: "Yehua, how is Yehua!" [
"Hey, my dear, your fever hasn't gone away yet, so why are you thinking about it..." Qing Ge said to Hua Xuanji with a bit of complaint.
Yehua was obviously so cruel to her, why was his young lady so stubborn?
Reaching out to straighten Hua Xuanji's uneasy body, Qingge comforted her softly: "My queen, don't worry." Since there were many outsiders such as the imperial doctor and maids, Qingge had to change his title. "The emperor was brought back to the palace by Prince Jade, and now the emperor is here.
It’s time to treat him. Your Majesty’s medical skills are so high, it will definitely be no problem.”
Just as Hua Xuanji was about to take a deep breath, she suddenly remembered her mother's words that the old guy couldn't cure her.
With a sudden shock, he threw off the quilt without thinking and ran to the ground.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..." The imperial doctor hurriedly stepped forward to dissuade you: "Your Majesty, you are in good health and need to rest. We know that you are worried about the Emperor, but... you can't make fun of your own health."
"This is not a joke about Gong's body..." Hua Xuanji took a deep look at the old eunuch with white temples and did not continue.
In fact, the second half of her hidden sentence is that Yehua's body has suffered more and is much more uncomfortable than mine. I am only joking if I don't go to him.
Pursing her lips vigorously, Hua Xuanji rushed to Yehua's dormitory regardless of Qing Ge's obstruction. Even her two pairs of white jade-like feet were still exposed, stepping on the uneven gravel road and barely ran for a few seconds.
Every step was painful.
Because Yu Xia sent everyone away, Hua Xuanji didn't meet many ministers along the way, and quickly ran to the door of Yehua's dormitory.
Yu Xia had actually guessed that Hua Xuanji would come over, but she didn't expect that she wouldn't even bother to put on her shoes and just ran over.
Both cheeks were still red, which was because the fever had not subsided.
"Xia." Hua Xuanji nodded awkwardly towards Yuxia, without saying anything more, she passed him by silently and opened the wooden door that separated Yehua from herself.
The words of concern came to her lips, Yu Xia swallowed with some force, her green pupils covered with flowers were filled with sadness.
When both eyes fell on Yehua, Hua Xuanji felt as if her breathing was tightly stuck. The sides of Yehua's face were blue and purple, but the face was almost white.
It was almost transparent, the whole face was covered with fine beads of sweat, and a pair of lips that were always cold and thin turned into black... It was obvious signs of death.
The blood under the snow-white jade's feet had marked a dark red blood mark on the path she came from, but to Hua Xuanji, that was far less severe than the pain in her heart...
Taking three steps at a time, she quickly rushed to Yehua's bedside. Hua Xuanji stretched out her fingers tremblingly and slowly touched Yehua's face. Her voice was stuck in her throat for a moment, and she forgot how to speak.
After a long time, he slowly came to his senses, raised his head and asked the prophet eagerly: "Master, Ye Hua, is Ye Hua still saved..."
Only this girl Hua Xuanji would not be angry if she was called a prophet like that.
Hua Xuanji looked expectant, and the prophet who had always been very confident in his medical skills also became hesitant, "This..."
Seeing the prophet's expression, Hua Xuanji had already guessed Yehua's situation at this time.
The other hand that was not tied to Yehua's face tightly wrapped around Yehua's warm and generous palm, as if Yehua would leave her as soon as she let go...[
"Yehua's poison... has been taken in very deeply..." The prophet narrowed his eyes slightly: "Xuanji, you don't have to worry too much. Yehua has no problem for the time being, because he has been exposed to cold poison before, and that was a cold poison."
It is a very deep toxin. Although it has been cured, it will always be with Yehua. In fact, although Yehua had been taking that drug for a long time before, he should have had an attack long ago. The reason why it has been delayed until now may be because of the resistance to cold poison.
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"Then, Yehua's face?" As Yehua's handsome face changed to what it was now, Hua Xuanji's heart felt like it was stabbed hard by a sharp knife. Blood slowly dripped outward.
"Because the two poisons have been intertwined, intertwined, and impacting in the body, Yehua can't vent it out now, so it's all suppressed on his face."
"Is there anything that can be cured..." Hua Xuanji looked at the seer expectantly. Although her so-called mother said that this kind of poison was difficult to cure, she did not say that it could not be alleviated. In addition to the seer's words just now, Hua Xuanji
Xuanji suddenly felt that Yehua might have a chance to be rescued:
"It's very simple." The prophet said that he has never been so hesitant about this kind of thing. It may be because he has become loose outside these years. Even if he becomes the emperor at this time, it is still difficult to change his stubborn nature.
He reached out and took out a small ointment from his arms. The prophet coughed lightly and said, "Here is the ointment that can help Yehua temporarily relieve the pain. Just apply it while you are in his bridal chamber."
Although it is not appropriate to say too much about the current situation, Hua Xuanji still had to complain from the bottom of her heart, am I still an ancient person, how can I be more avant-garde than modern people, and say this kind of thing without blushing or heartbeat.
"I will find someone to hold the door open for you, and I will ensure that no one will cause trouble..." The prophet returned to his previous naughty behavior, and quickly walked out of the door in three or two steps, waving towards Hua Xuanji: "Yes.
Come on, work hard, Qi'er recently told me that he is missing a sister."
After saying that, the door closed with a loud bang.
Hua Xuanji smiled forcefully, and understood that since the prophet dared to joke with her like this, Yehua should have no problem at this time, but... in the future.
The small box in her hand was very cold. Thinking of the prophet's words, Hua Xuanji's cheeks, which had turned red due to fever, became even more rosy, as if she could squeeze out water.
Reaching out and slowly opening the lid of the box, Hua Xuanji pursed her lips, stretched out her fingers to dip a little, lifted up Yehua's shirt and slowly pressed it on!