Yinzhen had a fever for four days, and Ji Ling stayed with her for four days.
When she was really sleepy, she would lie on the bedside and take a nap. Other than that, Ji Ling was awake most of the time.
The prescription requires feeding every two hours. In addition, as soon as Yinzhen wakes up in the meantime, she will make every possible effort to urge him to drink hot water and soup.
Several servants were waiting nearby, and chicken soup was simmering on the small stove, which was always piping hot.
Yinzhen closed her eyes to rest, and she held his hand from under the quilt - so that if he made any movement and squeezed her hand, she would know immediately.
He could barely hold on for the first two days, but by the morning of the third day, Ji Ling finally couldn't take it anymore. When he stood up, his eyes went black for a while, and he felt dizzy when he walked.
She felt like an empty shell, like a paper figure that could be blown away by the wind at any time - all because of the weight of her hair.
Her whole body has lost weight and her eyes appear bigger.
Qixi suffered more than she did - the master was worried about the emperor, and she was worried about the master.
Although the imperial physician had prepared a lot of preventive medicinal soups, and Ji Ling drank them all. However, since the emperor fell ill, two of the palace attendants who had been serving him had become ill, and one of the imperial physicians had
They were caught - they were all separated.
The master's health has not been very good in the past. Although he has taken good care of himself over the years and has taken good care of himself, this is not an ordinary cold after all... this is spring plague!
Listening to the increasingly scary news outside the capital - not only how many people had died, but also how many people had been dragged away, Qixi was so anxious that she almost became a little nervous.
Whenever I was serving the master's meal, I would always reach out and touch the master's forehead to see if there was any fever.
As soon as Ji Ling coughed slightly, Qixi immediately rushed over to her and asked her suspiciously if she was feeling uncomfortable.
There were even a few times when Ji Ling sat clearly without coughing, and Qixi asked her if she was coughing.
The wind roared and the cranes roared, and the grass and trees were all in war.
Although the people in the palace nearby were not in such a state, they were still anxious. In the past few days, they had seen the emperor's high fever persisting. If it hadn't been for Concubine Chen suppressing him, the panic on everyone's faces would have been called Jiuzhou Qingyan Palace.
People outside looked at it.
Now that I heard that the emperor's fever had gone away, the entire imperial bedroom and the servants serving him had smiles on their faces.
Ji Ling didn't dare to take it lightly. After another day passed and Yinzhen never had a fever again, she felt relieved and was taken care of by Qixi. Exhausted, she went to sleep in Yanxi Hall.
As she fell on the bed, she told Qixi worriedly: "Take good care of the emperor! If anything happens, just wake me up. Don't be reluctant."
Qixi agreed, helped her lie down, and carefully folded the quilt, then put down the bed curtain and walked out softly.
Ji Ling slept all day long.
When she woke up in the evening, the lights were already on in Yanxi Hall.
Not long after Ji Ling sat up, Qixi pushed the door in with a portion of porridge, four plates of pastries, and two side dishes. She turned around and gently closed the door.
When she turned around, she didn't expect her master to wake up so quickly. She was surprised, and then she urged: "Master, I haven't had a good meal these days. I'm here to serve you. Please use some as soon as possible."
Ji Ling has never eaten such delicious rice.
When Yinzhen's fever subsided, a big stone in her heart fell to the ground - when taking care of him, she didn't feel scared, she just held her breath firmly in her chest, telling herself over and over again that she must hold on.
Yinzhen must not fall, he is the protection of Hongxin and Xi'er.
Now that his fever has subsided, her breath is like a punctured rubber ball that suddenly leaked out and can no longer be picked up.
In the emperor's bedroom.
Yinzhen was helped by his servants to change into a clean undergarment. Although his face was still haggard, his eyes were exceptionally clear.
After all, after being ill for so many days, he still couldn't muster the strength, so he could only lean on the bedside and read the memorials at an angle.
In just a few days, Jiuzhou Qingyan has accumulated a mountain-like amount of memorials. Fifty copies were tied into a bundle and neatly piled on the Nuange desk in the front hall of Jiuzhou Qingyan. At this time, stacks of quilts
Sent in.
When Ji Ling came in, Yinzhen raised his head and motioned for her to come over.
Ji Ling walked to his bed and sat down. Yinzhen looked at her deeply, his sleeves moved slightly, and he subconsciously raised his arms, as if he wanted to hold her in his arms, but he held back.
Ji Ling reached out to grab the memorial in his arms, and whispered in a low voice: "Your Majesty, the fever has just subsided. It is important to recover. It is not too late to read the memorial later."
She originally thought that according to Yinzhen's workaholic temperament, this sentence must be in vain, but who knows that Yinzhen let go of his hand, and took out the memorial with a slight twitch.
Yinzhen let Ji Ling take the memorial away, but followed her closely with his eyes, watching intently as she stood up and put the memorial aside, then pressed down the corner of her clothes and sat down again.
He stared at her, reached out through his sleeves, and kneaded Ji Ling's arm gently. After a while, he sighed and said, "Lingling, I've suffered a lot from you these days!"
Ji Ling was silent for a moment and let out a long sigh of relief.
It feels like the relief of a train finally arriving at the station after a long journey.
She shook her head and looked at him with a smile. She wanted to pick up a few jokes and tell them. She smiled, but her eyes gradually heated up.
"How many days have I been asleep?" he asked her.
Ji Ling clasped her fingers and told Yinzhen honestly.
Yinzhen knew that he must have been asleep for many hours, but when he heard the specific number of days, he couldn't help but look shocked.
"Has anyone come here?" he asked Ji Ling.
Ji Ling told the story that the Queen, Concubine Yu, and Concubine Xi had all been here.
After hearing what she said, Yinzhen held her hand and said lightly: "Queen... The queen sent people to ask, but she was very diligent - although I am feverish and lethargic, I am not deaf all the time. There are also Concubine Yu and
Xi concubine..."
Su Peisheng listened to the words and immediately stepped forward and bowed, whispering: "Your Majesty, Concubine Yu and Concubine Xi have come to visit, but when it comes to close care - I can see with my own eyes how concubine Chen is.
She didn't sleep for days and nights, she stayed by the emperor's bedside all the time, and even the meals were just a few random bites. Concubine Chen was so caring for the emperor, she was really..."
Yinzhen closed his eyes, nodded, patted the back of Ji Ling's hand, and said: "Lingling, go and have a good rest! I'm fine now, the slaves can just take care of me."
Although he said this, his eyes lingered on her face, full of reluctance.
Seeing this, Su Peisheng stood up, waved his hand and sent the people out, and then gently closed the palace door.
In the Nuan Pavilion, the firelight trembled slightly.
Ji Ling didn't want to leave at first, so he lay down next to Yinzhen's bed, with one hand still held in his.
As if afraid of breaking the silence, Yinzhen did not speak for a while, but just held Ji Ling's hand tightly.
When he had a fever, a splitting headache, a dry cough, and was groggy in the chaotic darkness, it was this little hand that kept holding his hand tightly.