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 difficult to see, and there is no trace of blood at all.
Leng Yue pushed the old Lord into the room a long time ago. Now, the old Lord's wheelchair is beside the bed, and the old Lord is paying close attention to Zhan Qingcheng's face.
Seeing the old lord here, Yu Jingfeng felt a little flustered for some reason.
"Old, lord, 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 courage, 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 to this extent because of Miss Jiuer.
"Your Highness, please drink the medicine first." Yu Jingfeng calmed down and walked over, handing over the medicine bowl with both hands.
Leng Yue immediately wanted to go over: "I will serve the young master to drink the medicine."
Zhan Qingcheng ignored it, took the medicine bowl, took a sip, and frowned.
He looked at Yu Jingfeng, who was suddenly covered with fine sweat on his forehead. He quickly lowered his head and said, "I heard that a new medicine has been added. My lord, please... give it a try 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 energy 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 doesn't drink it, how sorry will he be to Miss Jiu'er?
"My lord, if the taste of the medicine is not to your liking, my subordinate... my subordinate, how about I ask someone to bring you some preserves later?"
Zhan Qingcheng glanced at him, and Yu Jingfeng immediately closed his mouth.
Only when a woman takes medicine, candied fruits are needed. 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?"
His precious adopted son is really picky. Even if he is seriously injured, if he doesn't like it, he just doesn't like it, and no one can force him to do it.
The old lord was very strict with other people, but when it came to Zhan Qingcheng, he was absolutely doting on him.
Seeing him frowning, 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 eyes, he took another sip, and then another sip.
Later, he 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 was the first time he showed interest in it!
"I...my...subordinate, that..."
Yu Jingfeng was a little incoherent, and when faced with a few looks, he felt extremely stressed.
It's not that 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.
She finally managed to bandage the wound, but now she will need another cut. I wonder if a little person like her can bear it?
"Um, your lord, the medicine...how about drinking it tomorrow?"
Yu Jingfeng said tremblingly, "Sir, the doctor said, this medicine... you can only drink this medicine once a day."
Yes, that's medicine, not soup or porridge. How can you just drink it if you want?
"Your Majesty, I... my subordinate... will prepare some dinner for you, okay?"
Tonight, the prince only ate a little, and then he vomited it all out as he vomited blood. Basically, the prince had not eaten anything all day long.
The old 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 my adoptive father to help you with your luck?"
Zhan Qingcheng shook his head: "I'm... very good now."
Very good? I just vomited so much blood at night. Now, I may continue to vomit blood at any time. How can it be good?
Di Ji was worried, but he still held his hand, and the true energy was instantly transmitted 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, 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.
However, they have never been close.
"Father, why..." Leng Yue looked at his retracted hand with a surprised look on her face.
The adoptive father used his power to help the Lord, but he had never recovered his power so quickly. Could it be that the 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.
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 from me?" He was in the dining room just now, busy making noodles!
"What's going on with you?" Di Ji glanced at him and snorted.
He is actually covered in flour, can he, the royal master, also take care of the job 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."
