Ji He didn't go back to his yard. He went to the internal medical hall first. Even if he was irritated in his heart, he didn't have too much anxiety on his face, but Ji Yansi almost couldn't keep up with the fast pace.

Ji Yansi is probably the person who knows his godfather's deep friendship with his godmother best. At this moment, I don't understand his godfather's feelings, and dare not say a word, he ran all the way into the internal medicine hall behind him.

Once the palace maids and eunuchs get sick, it will be extremely troublesome. Because most palace members are not qualified, let the imperial doctors who treat the nobles to treat them, and the medicine for curing the disease is not so good.

The relationship between the eunuchs and the eunuchs is actually good, at least better than the relationship with the officials of the foreign court. The eunuchs of the emperor give the master a medical treatment, and they have to ask the eunuchs around the master to help. Sometimes these humble servants can save lives with a few words and a reminder.

Similarly, no matter how greedy the eunuchs are, they have a very good attitude towards these eunuchs. After all, no one knows if they will be sick in the future.

Ji He waited by the emperor's side. He often saw imperial doctors. He came and went two times. There were also a few good friends. At this moment, he asked to come to the door when he had something to do, and he would not refuse him. He just carried the doctor box and followed.

"At the turn of autumn and winter, the wind and cold are most likely to happen, and I didn't pay attention to the body cold..." The doctor paused when he said, then glanced at the sandalwood embroidery with closed eyes and frowning brows on the bed, and then stood opposite the bed. Waiting, Ji He said: "The other thing is, she seems to be over-thinking, something is stuck in her heart, and her liver is suffocated."

He can cure physical problems, but he can't help mental problems.

This doctor Yang Ting Song Yang has always had a good relationship with Ji He. Recently, he heard that Ji He was looking for a pair of food, and he was still wondering who could be regarded by the celebrity next to the current sage. After inquiring about it, it turned out that it was the aunt of Tanxiu next to the former Empress Dowager Huijing, who suddenly realized that if it was this person, it would be really attractive.

Doctor Yang and the colleagues were very curious about this. His colleague who used to ask the Empress Dowager Huijing for her pulse also made a swearing affirmation that Aunt Tanxiu must not be willing, maybe it was Ji Si Gong. Oppressive. Yang Tingsong still knew a little bit about Ji He, and he defended him with a few sentences at the time, but now he is not sure about it.

Looking at this aunt Tan Xiu, she was clearly depressed, and she even fell ill, which was probably the result of being forced. Doctor Yang just guessed, looking at Tan Xiu's gaze, he couldn't help being two pitiful. How could someone like Ji He fail to notice Dr. Yang’s expression, but he didn’t say anything, he didn’t notice that he kindly asked him to write the prescription, and asked some points that need attention, and then he personally Sent back, grabbed the medicine and brought it back by the way.

Tanxiu woke up once in the middle, drank the bitter medicine in a daze, and fell asleep again. When she really woke up, it was already night. A lamp on the table burst out with a candle, and there was only one candle in the room. She and Ji He sitting by the bed.

Ji He sat there blankly, with a cup of tea that had already cooled down, staring fixedly at the empty place in front of him. He didn't know what he was thinking. The fascinated Tan Xiu didn't even notice when he woke up.

Tan Xiu was lying there, only feeling dizzy in his head, as if he had been hammered countless times with a hammer. He was weak and weak, and his throat hurt badly. The clothes on my body were all stuck together because of sweating, which was extremely uncomfortable. There was a heavy quilt on her body, no wonder she always felt that she could not move under the pressure in her dreams.

She blinked, put her hand out of the quilt, and touched Peng Jihe's hand by the bed. Ji He was taken aback and recovered. Seeing Tan Xiu wake up, he showed a hint of surprise on his face, and he approached and asked softly: "Wake up, is it still uncomfortable on my body? Are you dizzy, hungry? Wait a minute, I'll pour you a cup of hot water. "

He carefully stuffed Tanxiu's hand back into the quilt, got up and went to the table and poured hot water back. Seeing Tanxiu was about to get up, one stepped forward to support her to prevent her from getting up, "Just lie down, sit down Get up and let the wind in again, the sweat all over, don't catch cold again."

As he said, he held Tanxiu's head in one hand, and brought warm water to her lips in the other, and fed her down. Tan Xiu obediently drank water with his hand, and his dry throat was moisturized, and he felt better.

"Do you want more water?"

Tan Xiu shook his head. Ji He sat back by the bed and tucked her quilt again. He looked at Tanxiu's red cheeks, with a weak look and tired and dim eyes, and suddenly sighed, "Don't worry, I will ask the king to intercede tomorrow. But you also know that I am a slave. , My words do not have much effect in front of the holy."

Tan Xiu was ill. Doctor Yang said that she had thought about it and became frustrated with her heart. Ji He sat by her bedside for a day, and was very tortured. After thinking about Tan Xiu, she might be really affectionate to King Ding, otherwise he would not agree. I got ill in a hurry, and for a while I felt that I was so despicable to guess Tan embroidery.

But no matter what, he finally decided to wait for Tan Xiu to wake up, and agreed to what she said yesterday. Tanxiu followed him, but didn't ask for anything, so he made a request, what else could he do, can he really not agree and make her feel swollen?

Before Tanxiu was awake, Ji He didn't know how long she had been staring at her sleeping face. His heart was sour that he couldn't hold it down after drinking a few cups of strong tea. If he really went to the Sage to intercede with the King, the Sage might suspect that he was invested in the Ding King's command. The reason why he has been able to go up for so many years and received the Sage’s meager trust is because he did not favor the Prince. Any one of Heding Wang, but now...

Ji He suppressed all the thoughts in his heart and said this sentence, but when he said it, he realized that Tan Xiu's expression was unhappy, and she even tightened her lips to look even more unhappy.

Ji He guessed at her thoughts, and tried to say: "Although my words are not very useful, I still know a few people in the court. If the king is really going to suffer, I will find a way..."

Before he finished speaking, Tan Xiu interrupted him. She was like an angry kitten. She was obediently sleeping on the feet of people, but suddenly she jumped up when she was dragged by her tail.

"Do you suspect that there is something between King Ding and me?" Tan Xiu, regardless of her illness, sat up with the quilt up, her long hair draped messily behind her head, and strands of black hair stuck to her cheeks. On the side, his face became paler and bloodless. She fixedly looked at Ji He, staring at him, and asked in a dry voice, "Do you doubt that I am willing to be with you because of the king? Do you think I want to be by your side? What are you doing for me, right?"

Ji He trembled when she saw her, and saw that she was sitting there wearing only a sweaty shirt, and quickly calmed down: "Why would I think so, Tan embroidery, you lie down and cover the quilt." Although he did have such thoughts before, he couldn't admit it in front of Tan Xiu anyway, he could only press her shoulder with a wry smile and try to make her lie down.

Tan Xiu sat in front of her eyes for a while, and she didn't know if she was angry or what, tinnitus buzzing in her ears. But she still refused to lie down following Jihe's words. Instead, she went on to say: "You are always like this, what you think in your heart, guess what you are in, self-righteous, and never tell me."

Ji He is like this, how could she be like this, otherwise they wouldn't be like that in their previous lives. Tanxiu suddenly felt sore in his eyes and wanted to cry. It's not a rebirth, she can be gone in her previous life. What she carries is the entanglement of love and hatred for two lifetimes, and it is so heavy that she almost can't breathe.

When people are sick, they are always extremely vulnerable. When Ji He's hand touched Tanxiu, she noticed that she was trembling all over, and then she saw tears in her eyes, she seemed to be particularly wronged, her heart softened, her voice instantly soft and temperless, "It's all me No, I’m thinking about it, don’t get angry at Tanxiu, come on, lie down first and then talk, the illness is still not cured."

"I don't!" Tan Xiu is like a child who is tempted by adults.

Where did Ji He see her like this? He was stunned, then he pulled up the quilt and put it on her with a helpless look, while saying: "Let's be reasonable, don't lose your temper, okay?"

Tan Xiu didn't even think about it, and then replied: "Who taught you to take me, you are my man, even if I don't make sense, you have to take it!"

After Tan Xiu finished speaking, she didn't realize anything at all. She was still suffering from an angry headache. As a result, she raised her eyes and saw Ji He not knowing why he was happy. His smiling eyes were bent, and he was aggrieved and looked at him inexplicably. "And I don't make sense, you ignore me, I want to explain a few more words and you don't want to listen."

"I asked you to intercede with the king in front of the emperor. I didn't want you to do anything for the king. I didn't want you to do anything for the king. I just said a few words, don't you understand? Why don’t you hear what I mean when you’re such a smart person?” Tan Xiu coughed and said, “I know that the emperor will open the Imperial Brush Division, and will choose a person with this value. Both you and Xu Xiang want That position. Xu Xiang is the prince’s person, and soon the prince will recommend you in front of the emperor."

Listening to Tan Xiu's words, Ji He's original smiling face changed again and again, from surprise to doubt, and finally to thoughtfulness.

If so, he understood why Tanxiu asked him to intercede for King Ding before the emperor. If the prince showed the intention of recommending him, the emperor would suspect that he had taken refuge in the prince, and maybe he would not let him in that position to avoid suspicion. If before that, he slightly showed his bias towards King Ding, the sage felt that he was involved on both sides, but would not be so jealous.

The prince, the older he gets, the more stupid he is. In fact, he doesn't do any good for him. It will only make the emperor's impression of him worse and feel that he stretched his hand too long. Obviously, only Xu Xiang would do this for himself. He knew that Xu Xiang was the prince’s person, but he always felt that Xu Xiang would not always stand on the prince’s boat.

Just like Tan Xiu said, he didn't need to spend great effort to do anything for King Ding, just a few words to express his attitude. But, the prince would really recommend him to the saint? He didn't get any news, how did Tanxiu know?

Ji He is used to living in this palace. At this time, he subconsciously starts to doubt and guess. Even if he cherishes Tan embroidery in his heart and is tolerant and loving to her, he instinctively starts to bend in his mind when encountering such things. Conspiracy theory.

If you change people, you may not be able to see what he is thinking under his calm expression, but it can be seen by Tan embroidery.

"What are you doubting again?" Tan Xiu asked blankly. "If I told you that King Ping won the throne in the end, would you suspect that I was King Ping again?"

Ji He suddenly came back to his senses, and he looked at Tan Xiu nerdy. Although Tanxiu was wrapped in a quilt by him, he was still ill and had no aura at all, but his gaze at Shang Tanxiu was suddenly a guilty conscience of inexplicable inexplicability, and he did not know where it came from.

He just wanted to say something, but Tan Xiu fell back on the bed, rolled the quilt with her back to him, and muttered: "Where did this news come from? I don't know how to tell you, but you can check it yourself. I think you know exactly what to do. I don’t care. Believe it or not, I just hope you can do well.”

"I am by your side. I really have no other purpose. I just want to be by your side."

After she finished speaking, she shrank in the corner of the bed and stayed motionless, showing only her long black hair, becoming more and more like a pitiful cat who was bullied. Ji He was standing by the bed, all the intrigues and secret strategies in his mind were scattered all over the place, leaving only a heart that was thrown into the oil pan by the sandalwood embroidered in a few words, stabbing and stabbing pain.

Ji He thought, how can I doubt Tanxiu, she is still sick, and I can't breathe with her.

Thinking, he took off his shoes and climbed onto the bed, putting his hand on the quilt, "Tanxiu, are you angry? You are still sick, don't be angry."

Tanxiu faced the inside of the bed, her red eyes wiping away tears with her horns. When Ji He saw it, his distressed knees were all soft. He knelt down on the bed and bent down, wiped her tears with his sleeves, and slowly said: "I don't doubt you. My stinky problem will definitely be corrected in the future. No one doubts you. Just tell me if you have anything. If you don’t want to say something, don’t say it, and I won’t ask. Is this okay?"

He coaxed for a while, and the person who had been facing the inside of the bed finally turned his head and looked at him with a pair of red eyes, "You believe what I said?"

After finally coaxing his daughter-in-law, Ji He didn't dare to say anything indiscriminately, so he tried to make himself look sincere and nodded, "I believe it."