When Yu Jingfeng came in with the medicine, Zhan Qingcheng was sitting cross-legged on the bed, doing exercises alone.
It's just that this face is extremely hard to see, and there is no trace of blood at all. It's cold.
He pushed the old Lord into the room early in the month. Now, the old Lord's wheelchair is beside the bed. The old Lord is paying close attention to Zhan Qingcheng's face. Look.
When the old lord is here, Yu Jingfeng feels a little flustered for some unknown reason."
Sir, sir, my lord, the medicine is here."
Feng Jiuer said that this old man was difficult to get along with. In fact, it was not really that difficult to get along with him. It was just that he did not get along with "people who were not his own."
Especially, after the old lord learned about the entanglement between the prince and Miss Jiu'er from Leng Yue's mouth, although he once praised Miss Jiu'er for her strategy and boldness, Yu Jingfeng knew that the old lord did not like Jiu'er.
The young lady stayed with the prince.
The result is very obvious. After all, the prince is indeed hurt like this because of Miss Jiuer. "
Prince, please drink the medicine first." Yu Jingfeng calmed down and walked over, handing over the medicine bowl with both hands. Leng
Yue was about to go over immediately: "I'll serve the young master and drink the medicine." Zhan
Qingcheng ignored it, took the medicine bowl and took a sip, frowning. He
Looking at Yu Jingfeng, Yu Jingfeng's forehead was suddenly covered with fine sweat. He lowered his head and said hurriedly: "I heard that a new medicine has been added. My lord, please... try it first."
Zhan Qingcheng still frowned and made no move.
Yu Jingfeng panicked. The prince was actually a very picky person. He was very picky about what he usually ate and drank.
Due to my poor appetite these days, I don't even want to take a bite of porridge or soup. I only rely on this medicine and the old Lord's Qi to maintain my energy every day. If
He doesn't even want to drink the medicine... But this medicine was obtained by Miss Jiu'er through hard work. If he didn't drink it, how sorry would he be to Miss Jiu'er?
"Your Majesty, if the taste of the medicine is not to your liking, my subordinate... my subordinate, how about I ask someone to bring you some candied fruits?" Zhan
Qingcheng glanced at him, and Yu Jingfeng immediately closed his mouth.
Only women need preserves when they take medicine. Is he treating the prince like a girl? The prince has shown enough restraint if he doesn't kick him out.
Of course, the prince probably doesn't have the strength to kick him away now.
Di Ji looked at Zhan Qingcheng's pale face and frowned: "How? How about another bowl?" He
This precious adopted son is really picky. Even if he is injured to this extent, if he doesn’t like it, he just doesn’t like it, and no one can force him to do it. Old man
The Lord is very strict with others, but when it comes to Zhan Qingcheng, he is simply doting on her.
Seeing his frown, the old lord became nervous, and everyone became nervous as well.
Zhan Qingcheng just lowered his eyes and looked at the medicine bowl in his hand, feeling inexplicably complicated.
Finally, under everyone's expectant gaze, he took another sip, and then another sip. Then
He came and drank all the remaining medicine in one breath.
Even when Yu Jingfeng took the medicine bowl, he stared at the empty medicine bowl in his hand, still unsatisfied.
It's like...a greedy child who wants another bowl.
"You can't drink any more!" Yu Jingfeng panicked and immediately refused!
The eyes of the old Lord and Leng Yue fell on his face. Their noble Lord wanted another bowl, but he dared to refuse?
You know, in the past few days, Zhan Qingcheng has not been interested in anything. Even when he is awake, he refuses everything. This
Medicine, but it was the first time he showed interest in it!
"I...my...subordinate, that..."
Yu Jingfeng was a little incoherent. Faced with a few looks, he suddenly felt a lot of pressure. No.
It's because he doesn't want the prince to drink the medicine, but this medicine... At least one-third of this medicine is Miss Jiu'er's blood.
I finally managed to bandage the wound, but now I have to cut it again. I wonder if a little person like her can bear it? "
Well, Your Majesty, how about you drink the medicine... tomorrow?" Yu
Jingfeng trembled and said cautiously: "Sir, the doctor said, this medicine... you can only drink this medicine once a day."
Yes, that is medicine, not soup or porridge. How can you say that you can just drink it if you want to?"
Your Majesty, I... my subordinate... will prepare some dinner for you, okay?" Today
Prince Ye just ate a little, and then he vomited it all out as he vomited blood. Basically, Prince Ye hadn't eaten anything all day long.
The Lord waved his hand, and Yu Jingfeng hurriedly retreated.
Before leaving, I didn't forget to look back at the man on the bed. Why did I feel that he seemed to be really energetic?
Emperor Ji looked at Zhan Qingcheng's inexplicably rosy face, took a deep breath and said, "Wuya, would you like your adoptive father to help you with your luck?"
Zhan Qingcheng shook his head: "I'm...very good now." Very
Okay? I just vomited so much blood at night. Now, I may continue to vomit blood at any time. How can I be okay? Emperor
Ji was worried, but still held his hand, and the true energy was instantly introduced into his body.
But soon, Di Ji's expression changed and he actually let him go.
"Father!" Leng Yue was startled and hurriedly wanted to come over, but she didn't dare to come close.
The Lord doesn't like being approached by women, and she knows that, even though they have a common adoptive father, their relationship looks so close that they can be regarded as brother and sister.
But, they have never been close.
"Father, why..." Leng Yue looked at his retracted hand with a look of surprise.
My father used his skills to help the Lord, but he had never recovered his skills so quickly. Could it be that my adoptive father... he also gave up?
Di Ji didn't look at her, he just looked at Zhan Qingcheng with a strange expression on his face. Okay.
After a while, he suddenly called out: "Yu Jingfeng!"
Yu Jingfeng rushed back from nowhere, and when he came back, there was still some flour on his body. "
Master, what do you want to do with your subordinate? "He was in the dining room just now, busy making noodles!"
What's going on with you?" Di Ji glanced at him and snorted.
Although he is covered in flour, can he, the royal master, also take care of the work of a cook? "
Well, my subordinate...well, I suddenly want to make some steamed buns for the prince to eat."
"You make steamed buns..." Leng Yue frowned, with a look of disgust on her face, "Can you eat them?"
The buns made by a man who has been marching and fighting for so many years... Bah, you must not eat them.
There was embarrassment in Yu Jingfeng's eyes. Miss Jiu'er heard that the prince had not eaten much for several days, so she wanted to make food for him herself.
However, he couldn't let anyone know that Miss Jiu'er was coming, so he could only go in and help himself.
So, now my body... looks like this.
Emperor Ji ignored these trivial matters and asked: "Just now you said that the doctor added a new medicine. What medicine is it?"
"That..." Yu Jingfeng was speechless for a moment and didn't know how to answer, "That, my subordinates don't know whether it is the prince..."
Emperor Ji did not answer his question and only said: "Let the doctor come over."
