"Why did you get up?" Jiang Yuchao walked into the hall with the medicine, and found that the idol, who should have been lying on the bed, was sitting on the edge of the table and writing something.

He had been ill for half a month. The first few days after taking Yaoxiu he had obviously improved a lot, but the low-grade fever has not gone away. He suddenly developed a high fever in the middle of the night a few days ago and only woke up yesterday morning.

After being ill for half a month, Xi Zhuoyu looked haggard a lot. He was wearing a bedclothes and a thick coat, with long hair hanging behind him, slightly furrowing his eyebrows and writing with a pen, coughing as he wrote, and the letter paper under his hands was soaked with ink.

"Wait until the illness gets better, then write, if it matters, I can write for you." Jiang Yuchao persuaded him distressedly.

Xi Zhuoyu shook his head. Although there was a tired look between his eyebrows and eyes, his eyes were still very calm, "It's okay, I'll write a reply to my father, and it's almost finished."

His father, General Xi, was guarding the border. He hadn't come back for several years. He only communicated once in a while. This time he became ill, and he already knew about it there.

Jiang Yuchao waited for him to finish writing, and asked someone to come over and deliver the envelope, and he helped him back to the bed. She had never taken care of a patient in this way, and now she understands how awkward and sleepless it can be if someone close to her gets sick. In the past half month, not only Xi Zhuoyu has lost a lot, but Jiang Yuchao has lost a lot of weight.

She has been staying by Xi Zhuoyu's side all the time and guarding him at night. At first, Xi Zhuoyu was not able to let her scrub her body, but since the last time he was in a coma, he vomited in a half-dream and half-awake period. After rubbing all over his body, he didn't say anything again. Give up and can't hold it anymore, he thought, when he gets better, he will seriously consider how to chase the iron fan.

There was a dog barking and barking several times outside. When Xi Zhuoyu heard it, he looked at Jiang Yuchao pitifully. There was a moist sense of innocence in his eyes, which made people feel soft.

Jiang Yuchao struggled: "The medical officer said, you are sick, it is best not to approach the dogs."

Xi Zhuoyu hadn't inhaled a dog for several days. He felt uncomfortable. He was half lying on the bed, covered with quilt obediently. The ambassador said, "I just took a look and didn't touch them. They haven't seen me for a long time. They must miss me very much. , Don’t let them see me, they will definitely howl for a long time at night, it will make you unable to sleep."

Even if the dogs didn't bark, she couldn't sleep at night. Jiang Yuchao's hard-heartedness will never be used here in idols. She surrendered quickly and ran out like a thief and sneaked into the house two or three big dogs that used to follow Xi Zhuoyu before.

When the big dogs saw Xi Zhuoyu, they were about to rush forward happily, but Jiang Yuchao grabbed and dragged them. She warned them: "Don't get too close, just watch!"

Xi Zhuoyu sat on the bed, leaned forward slightly, shouted their names one by one, and then comforted them, and the two parties had a random exchange in human and dog language. Jiang Yuchao was like a prisoner. He pinched time beside him. After a while, he announced that it was time to visit the prison, and he pulled the dogs out.

The old butler came over to see her dragging the dog, and said suspiciously: "Wang Hao, did you take the dog to the prince?"

Jiang Yuchao: "No." She spoke straightforwardly and confidently, without any guilty conscience to lie, so it was easy to win others. The old butler believed her temporarily and said to her, "Princess Nasha, she is here again. It's really endless, saying that I want to visit the sick."

Jiang Yuchao: "Fight out."

She returned to Xi Zhuoyu. Xi Zhuoyu heard the conversation outside and asked her: "Princess Nasha is very annoying, right? It's okay, she won't be able to bother you anymore soon."

Jiang Yuchao: "This kind of small problem can't bother me yet. I am worried about your illness...it has been bad. Is it because I am too indulgent to let you go to the ground."

Seeing the suspicion and guilt on her face, Xi Zhuoyu immediately comforted her: "Of course not. We have to believe in science. There is no basis for this old custom. Really, I promise it will be better soon.

After speaking, he hesitated and changed the sentence: "I will try to be as fast as possible."

Seeing Jiang Yuchao's face still full of depression, he sighed and asked pretendingly: "I'm so sick. Fans don't like me anymore, and they don't want to listen to me anymore."

Jiang Yuchao made a straight shot: "Who said that! I will always love my brother!"

Xi Zhuoyu: "..." Hey, what is going on with piety all over you when you say this.

Because Xi Zhuoyu's illness is always not good, the palace sent several medical officers to come to see him in succession, and take turns prescribing medicine, but the condition repeated, making everyone helpless.

Xi Zhuoyu was carefully taken care of by the people up and down in the mansion. He himself suffered a lot, but his mentality was quite good. When he was awake, he talked to Jiang Yuchao. He said everything, Jiang Yuchao would forget only then. His condition relaxes slightly. Xi Zhuoyu is a person who is good at taking care of others, and can comfort Jiang Yuchao calmly even at this time.

One month after the Dragon Boat Festival had passed, Princess Nasha, who was jumping around in Luodu Nei, was locked up. Because of the battle report from the border, the secret battle between General Xi and the other troops has been fully won, and he will soon **** the prisoners back to Luodu.

Only then did Jiang Yuchao understand why his brother told her before that Princess Nasha would not bother her anymore.

"The other part suffered a natural disaster last year. The entry to plunder the border residents caused a disaster. Although your Majesty seemed to be kind, he was more inclined to fight the battle. On the face of it, he comforted Princess Nasha and the delegation who came to Beijing. I told my father, General Xi, to mobilize the army for battle." Xi Zhuoyu slowly explained to her. His face was pale, and he was thinner compared to a while ago, and now he can be described as "weak in clothes".

Jiang Yuchao doesn't care about Princess Nasha and her like now, she just wants her brother to recover well. She had a very bad premonition. She watched him lose weight day after day, and his spirit was not as good as each day. She felt a huge panic. Even if a person suddenly came into this strange world and became another person, she had never been so panicked, as if the tower built in her heart was about to collapse, and she was standing under the tower.

Xi Zhuoyu couldn't comfort her anymore, so he said a dry joke, and saw that she didn't smile, so he could only shut up.

In his heart, Lao Tie Sheng Jiang Lao Jiu has always been an indestructible and extremely brave ‘lone wolf’, but at this moment, this lone wolf is like a little milk dog thrown out of the den.

Suddenly Xi Zhuoyu got up, took Jiang Yuchao who was sitting next to him in his arms, and stroked her head, "Idol give you a hug, be happy."

One day later, Xi Zhuoyu developed a high fever again. This time, he was in a coma for two days and never woke up.

Jiang Yuchao sat on the bedside for a long time, and the old housekeeper and other servants were crying out in grief. Osmanthus cake and her mother Heijin Big Dog walked in, Heijin whimpered twice, lying on the couch watching the people lying on it, and trying to push his head against the slender palm that had no temperature.

Jiang Yuchao hugged her and said to her, "He is not asleep, he is dead, you can't shout, you know?"

Hei Jin lay next to him, not knowing if he understood it, a pair of amber dog eyes drooping, and his barking low.

Jiang Yuchao stood up on her own and ordered hot water and new clothes. She was going to give her favorite one the last time. As she carefully washed the long hair and wiped the familiar facial contour with a soft cloth, she kept thinking in her heart: Did he go back?

It would be fine if he did go back, even if she never saw him in this world.

The death of King Yuling caused a mourning in Luodu. I don't know how many people feel sorry. Of course, if someone is sad, someone is proud. The man behind the scenes who planned all this, Yu Wang, finally showed a smile on his gloomy face when he heard the news of the death of Yuling King.

"What if the heroine likes him, isn't it dead."

The greening system was paralyzed, and the emotional offset value that had been jumping horizontally before suddenly rose steadily. Probably after the death of the Yuling King, the heroine's offset value soared all the way, and now it has reached the top, the offset is 100% complete.

But before the mentally retarded owner said that he should not remind him again, then he does not need to do so, and he will not remind him if he does not remind. It thought a little gloating.

The funeral of King Yuling was presided over by Princess Jiang Yuchao. There were so many detailed rules that she was too busy to even think about Xi Zhuoyu's hasty death. It wasn't until she suddenly heard a gossip rumor that it was the wives of two small officials who came to express their condolences. They talked about several medical officers who were treating the King Yuling who were angered and imprisoned by His Majesty. Among them, Doctor Yang was probably too scared. Suddenly committed suicide in prison.

"What the **** is this? Although your Majesty said he was angry, but he locked them up to punish them, and he didn't directly order them to be cut off. Maybe he was released after some painful suffering. Why did you kill yourself in fright."

"Yes, it's a pity that Doctor Yang, I remember he is best at treating this kind of fever."

Jiang Yuchao's mind suddenly became sober after being muddled for a few days. She slowly narrowed her eyes and recalled that Doctor Yang. She was very impressed with this medical officer, because he was the medical officer who came to see the doctor for her brother at first, and later his majesty sent several medical officers over, and Doctor Yang was also accompanied by a prescription.

He committed suicide. Because of fear. But what is he afraid of?

Jiang Yuchao stood up suddenly, because of some kind of speculation that suddenly rose in her heart, her whole body seemed to be sunk in ice water, completely cold.

"You said, do you want to see the medical officers who have been locked up, and the family of Doctor Yang who committed suicide?" You Wu asked in surprise, the captain of the palace guard.

"Yes." Jiang Yuchao: "I suspect that there is something hidden behind the death of the prince, Captain Youwu, I need you to help me investigate this together."