After the failed attempt to pretend to be dead, the sickly child was favored by the treacherous mini

He put his arm around Chen Luo's waist and let Chen Luo put most of her body weight on him.

"Does it still hurt today?"

Chen Luo subconsciously hid the hand that was bleeding slightly and couldn't stop bleeding: "It doesn't hurt anymore."

He put his hand into Chen Luo's sleeve and touched the inner garment that was soaked with cold sweat. "Cheng Yangqiu's identity has been cleared. I have sent someone to pick him up. I estimate that he will arrive tomorrow."

He arrived even later than Xie Nanxing, who had been missing for half a month, because a frost disaster occurred wherever Cheng Yangqiu passed.

He, a doctor with a good reputation in the capital, was detained the moment he handed over the pass.

If Xia Che hadn't personally sent someone to pick him up, Cheng Yangqiu wouldn't be able to reach Dingxi County now.

"Why isn't my husband jealous now?"

The teasing joke dispelled some of the slight anxiety in Xia Che's eyes, and his gentle eyes were filled with more compassion.

"My wife has saved so many people. God will surely bless her with good health until old age."

"I will." Soft hair rubbed against Xia Che's chest: "Junior brother is extremely talented in using poison to detoxify. He will definitely cure this kind of poison with ease."

If it was really that easy, why would Chen Luo whisper to her children day after day, telling them that she would entrust Xia Che to them?

Chen Luo couldn't bear to see her highness sitting at the top of the crowd and living alone into old age.

Having this pair of children by my side will make life much better.

But for Xia Che, his children are his children, but A-Luo is just A-Luo.

Xia Che, who has suffered countless hardships and injustices and has long since stopped believing in ghosts and gods and worshipping Buddhas, now offers three incense sticks to the Buddha every morning and evening.

Where human power is unable to achieve, he hopes that the heavens can favor his A'Luo a little more.

Hearing Chen Luo's voice gradually becoming lighter, Xia Che picked her up by the waist and asked in a voice that sounded like she was trying to coax her to sleep, "How is Nanxing?"

"Wang Heng has taken good care of him over the years. Although this ordeal has taken too much strain on his body, he will be able to recover in a year or so."

With her soft hands grasping the collar of Xia Che's shirt, Chen Luo's voice became heavier: "This heart disease can only be cured by heart medicine."

For Xia Che and Chen Luo, who had climbed to such a position, such a loss was a pity but not terrible.

It can even be described as successful.

The destruction of thousands of Xia Ling's secret guards alone was like removing half of the stumbling blocks for the people in the Divine Capital.

But for Xie Nanxing, the people who had been with him for many years and whom he trusted the most died and were injured because of him, which was a deep pain.

For Xie Nanxing, losing the company of Shen Jinmo was like losing the pain-relieving Ma Fei San.

Now Xie Nanxing can only endure in misery in countless dreams.

It didn't take long before the person in his arms fell asleep in the sound of the rustling north wind. Xia Che took the cloak handed to him by the servant and wrapped Chen Luo tightly.

So much time had passed that Xia Che still couldn't tell whether Chen Luo fell asleep naturally or fainted from the pain.

His A'Luo is so tolerant.

Carefully putting Chen Luo into the bed, Xia Che walked out of the room and made arrangements for the aftermath of those who had died or been injured while escorting Xie Nanxing.

"Recover the bodies of all those who died, register their names, and bury them with honor."

"If there are still relatives in your family, please bring them to Dingxi County if you are willing. I will provide for them in the future."

"If they do not want to leave their homeland, the pensions must be paid in full, and they must not be taken away by the gentry and nobles."

"Yes, I will go there myself."

At daybreak, Cheng Yangqiu entered the main courtyard under the guidance of Aru.

Xia Che, who had been awake all night hugging Chen Luo, put on a cloak and walked towards Cheng Yangqiu.

Cheng Yangqiu, who was always a little afraid of Xia Che, not only did not speak to Xia Che this time, he even glared at Xia Che.

His lively senior sister had been running around all the time since she had been with Xia Che. Not only had she never had a peaceful day in her life, but now she was even suffering from an illness that made her unable to heal herself.

Aru helped the sleepy Chen Luo change her clothes, and Cheng Yangqiu went straight into Chen Luo's bedroom.

After washing his hands carefully, he knelt beside the bed and placed two fingers on Chen Luo's wrist, which had become two sizes thinner.

His brows were furrowed tighter and tighter, and his heart was also furrowed tighter and tighter.

The eye sockets turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the tears took away the bright light of the candle, and the light of day followed closely.

Cheng Yangqiu, who was used to seeing life and death, looked at Xia Che with increasingly gloomy eyes.

As the only direct disciple of the Medical Saint and the most gifted doctor in this territory, Chen Luo's hands were so numb from the poison that she had difficulty raising them.

Now he just can’t see a doctor. If he doesn’t get the antidote, he will have trouble taking care of himself in the future.

Those in power are always cold-hearted. Cheng Yangqiu wonders whether Xia Che will be able to keep his original intention towards Chen Luo when that day comes.

Not daring to give the acupuncture on his own, Cheng Yangqiu carried the medicine box into the side room, soaked in the bathtub, and calmed his mind with the sound of the gentle running water.

What echoed in my mind were all the pharmacopoeias I had read in my life.

Cheng Yangqiu suddenly got out of the bathtub, changed into clean clothes, stood directly in front of the desk, and drew the pulse condition of acupuncture.

Cheng Yangqiu hastily put on a cotton coat and rushed out of the room with wet hair. When he reached the flower-covered gate leading to the main courtyard, he saw Xia Che who seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

As they got closer, Xia Che bowed solemnly to Cheng Yangqiu and said, "I'll leave A'Luo to you, Junior Brother."

He walked past Xia Che and turned back to look at Xia Che: "Your Highness, won't you go in with me?"

Xia Che looked up and shook his head: "My wife doesn't want me to go in, I will wait for my junior brother here."

Cheng Yangqiu pursed his lips, then followed Aru into the warm room.

After waiting for a while, Chen Luo fell asleep again.

Cheng Yangqiu clenched his frozen fingertips repeatedly and took out a silver needle from the medicine box.

After being roasted by the fierce fire, they fell on Chen Luo one by one.

A vein that ran from the arm to the neck turned from blue to black and then to pale white.

The silver needle pierced Chen Luo's fingertip, and as black blood dripped down, Chen Luo woke up slowly.

Cheng Yangqiu stood up, straightened his clothes, and smoothed his hair which was half wet and half dry under the floor heating. He bent down towards Chen Luo and said, "Senior Sister, I'm late."

Her almond eyes were smiling, suppressing the paleness at the corners of her mouth: "I feel relieved now that you are here."

Chen Luo knew that the poison was difficult to cure, but she still tried her best to survive.

She didn't want to die. She wanted to stay with her prince for a long time. She also wanted to accompany her two children to grow up and watch them find the ideals they were willing to devote their whole lives to.

"How did you get poisoned, Senior Sister?"

Chen Luo didn't respond to this, but glanced at A Ru: "The frozen pears I made a few days ago are probably ready. I feel like eating some."

Ever since returning from the serious poisoning, Chen Luo's appetite has been getting worse day by day. She can't even eat three meals a day, so how could she ever think of eating snacks?

Doctor Cheng is really amazing.

As soon as he arrived, her wife wanted to eat.

If you want to eat, it means you will soon get better.

Aru ran quickly towards the ice cellar in the backyard, her still clear eyes filled with a smile that had not been seen for a long time.