Xiao Zhaoyang is anxious. The disease has not been treated yet. Why did the little brother leave?
Xiao Zhaoyang hurriedly chased after him and grabbed Xiao Zixuan's hand.
Besides, it took a lot of effort to get a person she liked in this palace, how could she let him leave so easily.
"Didn't you agree that you will see a doctor for the emperor? This disease has not been seen yet! Could it be that the emperor really has some incurable disease? Is there nothing you can do about it?"
Xiao Zhaoyang's head was spinning rapidly, and a terrible thought suddenly occurred to him, and his expression immediately changed.
"I didn't say that—"
Seeing that the little princess looked wrong, Xiao Zixuan quickly explained.
But before he could finish his words, the little princess burst into tears with a "wow" sound.
Tears fell to the ground like big pearls!
"I don't want the emperor to die! I don't want the emperor to die!"
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All of this is like a dream, everything is so unrealistic, but it happens so realistically before our eyes.
"Stop crying, didn't you say that? I'm not sick, I'm fine!"
Jun Yan'an held the little princess in her arms sadly.
"You're lying! If you're not sick, why are you looking for a doctor? How serious is a disease that even an imperial doctor can't cure!"
The more Jun Yanan said that he was fine, the more distressed Xiao Zhaoyang became.
She hugged the emperor's neck tightly and cried bitterly. After a while, Jun Yan'an's shoulder was wet, and there was a heavy mark.
"Your father didn't lie to you! I'm leaving not because your father has an incurable disease. If he was really ill, and I had to go through so much trouble to get into the palace, I would have to earn a thousand taels of silver before I leave!"
It seems like this is really the case!
The little princess's tears stopped suddenly like a faucet. She raised her wet eyes and turned to look at Xiao Zixuan: "Really?"
"Why am I lying to you? How can I not make money if I have money to earn? Although your father does not have an incurable disease, his insomnia is quite serious!"
In order to reassure the little princess, Xiao Zixuan took a closer look at the emperor while he was right in front of him.
Jun Yanan's complexion is quite good, but the dark circles and bloodshot eyes under his eyes are heavier than ordinary people!
This time, it was Jun Yanan's turn to be secretly surprised!
At first, he thought the child was talking nonsense or had some ink in his stomach, so he thought he was omnipotent.
But he didn't expect that this kid could tell at a glance that he had insomnia.
That's right, since arriving in southern Xinjiang, he has been troubled by nightmares every night. Whenever he closes his eyes, he will dream of all kinds of terrible things.
One time, his father died tragically, another time, Qingyao was in danger, and another time, the country was destroyed and the family was destroyed. As time went by, sleep became less and less and shallower.
"You kid, do you really know how to heal?"
Jun Yanan was more surprised than asked.
"Of course! Heart ailments still require heart medicine. If you can't let it go, even if Hua Tuo is alive, he can't do anything about your insomnia!"
Xiao Zixuan is young, but his words are precise and quite reasonable.
"However, I have a recipe here that can calm your nerves!"
For the sake of being an old acquaintance, Xiao Ziang planned to give her a house generously!
After all, he is still the emperor.
"Okay! Come in and write!"
Jun Yanan narrowed his eyes. Why did he become more pleasing to the child the more he looked at him?
Every time I see him, there is always an extra surprise.
The visitor was a guest, so he decided to make an exception and personally receive this little guest.
"Little brother, is the Emperor really not in fear of his life?"
Xiao Zhaoyang was still worried. Why did things suddenly take another 180-degree turn?
"Isn't the emperor long live? How could he die so easily?"
Jun Yanan walked in front, and the two little ones following behind were whispering to each other.
"Isn't he your father? Why do you call him emperor?"
Xiao Zhaoyang answered honestly: "I don't know, I've been called that since I was a child."
After she became sensible, she saw other children calling their father daddy or daddy. She also tried to call him that way, but Jun Yanan would show a hint of embarrassment and distress, and then correct her righteously, but he would not agree anyway.
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"Things in your palace are really complicated!"
Xiaozixuan sighed and shook his head incomprehensibly.
He is obviously his biological father, but he is not called daddy.
Although he is clearly not sick, he claims to be terminally ill.
Only a conceited and smart boy like me would be fooled!
"Then why did you call you daddy?"
Xiao Zhaoyang is full of curiosity about the outside world.
"I've never met my dad!"
A trace of sadness flashed in Xiao Zixuan's eyes. Although it was only fleeting, it was still caught by the smart little princess.
"Sorry, I didn't know!"
Xiao Zhaoyang didn't know how to express his apology, let alone how to express his comfort.
Subconsciously, she reached out her hand and held Xiao Zixuan's hand tightly.
"Ahem!"
Jun Yanan turned around and gave Xiao Zhaoyang a warning look.
Although Zhaoyang is still young, she is a girl and a princess after all. How could she let a boy who came from nowhere take advantage of her?
Zhaoyang straightened his back and let go of Zixuan's hand as if nothing happened.
"Two coins for mint, one coin for forgetwort, one tael for cordyceps, Poria——"
On the writing desk, Xiao Zixuan held a writing brush in his hand and wrote the prescription neatly on the rice paper.
Jun Yanan stood beside him, looking at his neat appearance with admiring eyes.
"Practice?"
"Of course!"
Isn't this nonsense?
If I hadn’t practiced, how could I write such beautiful handwriting?
Xiao Zixuan blew on the wet ink and nodded with satisfaction. Although it was not the best writing, it was not embarrassing at all!
"My little brother's writing is so beautiful! It's much better than mine!"
The little princess Zhaoyang is easily dissatisfied with others. She thinks that adults can write better than her, so she takes it for granted. Otherwise, wouldn't all her years of food be in vain?
But the little brother who is about the same age as me is not only good at handwriting, but can also prescribe medicine. That is different!
"If you practice diligently, you will definitely be able to write well!"
Princess Zhaoyang nodded seriously, and silently vowed in her heart that she would practice calligraphy well after returning.
When she sees her little brother again next time, maybe she will be able to write as well as him!
Xiao Zixuan was deep in the palace, but he didn't know that Duan Qingyao was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot outside the palace.
"Have you found the eldest young master?"
"No!" Guyu searched almost the entire Chang'an Street, but could not see Zixuan.
"The young master woke up early in the morning and had breakfast, and then disappeared!"