The Legend of Zhen Huan: Year after year, we share the spring breeze

An Lingrong developed a high fever again at night, accompanied by convulsions and delirium.

"It's too hot, turn on the air conditioner..."

"I can't do it anymore, help me to fight..."

"Mom, I feel bad..."

"Young Master, what did you say?" Su Ye looked at the young master's flushed face and was about to cry. She knew medical skills, but the young master had instructed that she should not show it unless it was absolutely necessary. But if she continued to have such a fever, her brain would probably be burned out!

Su Ye looked at Baojuan, who was beside him with an anxious look on her face, and found an excuse to send her away. "Baojuan, this won't work. Go and ask the Empress to send another imperial physician."

Baojuan was also worried that if the fever continued like this, Lady An might be in danger of her life. After thinking for a moment, she felt that she should tell the Empress, so she agreed.

After sending Baojuan away, Su Ye quickly returned to his room, took out a cloth bag, took off his shoes, climbed onto An Lingrong's bed, lowered the bed curtain, opened the cloth bag, and found silver needles of different lengths inside.

She had already taken the young lady's pulse and knew that she had fainted from fright and could not take any medicine. The people in the Imperial Hospital were concerned about the differences between men and women and could not perform acupuncture, so she had to do it herself.

Su Ye quickly undressed An Lingrong, muttering, "Shui Gou, Zhong Chong, Yong Quan, Zu San Li, insert the needle two inches, add Qi Hai, Guan Yuan, and Bai Hui."

Holding the needle in his right hand, he pressed the skin around the acupuncture point with his left hand to assist insertion. He placed the needle close to the nail of his left hand, twisting the needle handle with his right hand to insert it into An Lingrong's skin. He then twisted the needle slightly left and right, causing it to vibrate slightly.

After a cup of tea, Su Ye withdrew the needles and restored everything to its original state.

When Baojuan brought the imperial physician back, although An Lingrong still had a high fever, she was no longer twitching and could swallow the medicine.

Su Ye and Bao Juan both breathed a sigh of relief.

On the other side, the equally "frightened" Zhen Huan was in a completely different situation.

Inside the Sui Yuxuan, the servant Wen Shichu was kneeling on the ground to take Zhen Huan's pulse.

After a moment, Wen Shichu loosened his fingers and replied respectfully, "My lady is fine, but you need to continue taking the medicine I prescribed."

"Will that medicine harm my body?" This is the question that Zhen Huan cares about most. After all, she just wants to avoid the limelight for a while, rather than being out of favor for the rest of her life.

"Don't worry, my lady. Those are all warming and nourishing medicines. Far from harming your body, they will actually benefit you greatly." Wen Shichu raised his head to glance at Zhen Huan's face, then lowered his head and spoke more slowly: "I said I would protect your safety for the rest of your life, and I will definitely keep my word."

"I naturally believe you." Zhen Huan naturally knew what Wen Shichu was thinking, but whether inside or outside the palace, Wen Shichu was not the type of person Zhen Huan liked. They were destined to be incompatible.

Zhen Huan changed the subject: "By the way, you were in the Imperial Hospital. Did you hear about Concubine An's condition?"

Wen Shichu calmed down and said, "I heard from colleagues that An Changzai fainted from shock and had a high fever. He's showing improvement this morning and will probably be back to full health soon."

"That's good." Zhen Huan had a favorable impression of Concubine An, whom she had only met a few times. She felt like an old acquaintance. She had already decided to feign illness and avoid the emperor's favor, so Mei Jie couldn't fight alone. If she could win her over, Mei Jie would have an extra supporter.

"Jinxi, pick out some useful things and send them to Yanxi Palace to check on Sister An's condition."

Jinxi selected some supplements and took them to the Yanxi Palace.

"My mistress heard that Miss An was ill and was very worried, so she sent me to ask about her. If there is anything she is missing, please send someone to Suiyuxuan to look for it."

Su Ye knew that his young master was interested in making friends with Wan Changzai, and he was also warm and considerate to Aunt Jinxi. "Thank you, Miss Wan. Miss Wan was sick, but you still thought of my young master. Su Ye is very grateful. Please take care of yourself, Miss Wan. When my young master recovers, I will go to Sui Yuxuan to talk to her."

Jin Xi asked about An Lingrong's physical condition in detail before saying goodbye and returning to Sui Yuxuan to report.

In the evening, An Lingrong slowly woke up.

Seeing that she was awake, Su Ye hurriedly brought her a cup of tea. An Lingrong drank it all in one gulp before speaking, "What time is it now?"

"It's almost 11am, young lady. You've slept all day." Su Ye's tense heart finally relaxed. Tears began to roll down her cheeks. "What would I do if something happened to you?"

An Lingrong is her only relative in this world. If something happens to her, she will not be able to survive alone.

An Lingrong smiled and comforted her: "Silly girl, don't cry. I'm fine. Go find me something to eat."

This body is really disappointing!

An Lingrong thought she could turn the tide with the script in her hand, but she underestimated the society she lived in.

In feudal society, those in power had absolute power.

It's difficult for me, a person in the 21st century, who is outspoken, simple-minded and has no one to rely on!

But once it comes, let's make peace with it.

Yu Yang is a person without plans. She just walks on a watermelon peel and goes wherever it takes her. When things come to her, she makes decisions naturally. But now, she has to think about the future.

After much thought, there is only one way, and that is to follow Zhen Huan closely.

As the heroine, Zhen Huan is well-versed in poetry and literature, good at music, and can dance. With the added support of Queen Chunyuan, she defeated the Queen, joined forces with Concubine Zhua to slay the dragon, and ascended the throne of the Queen Mother. If she doesn't hold on to such a thigh quickly, why wait until the New Year?

The more An Lingrong thought about it, the more excited she became. Maybe, maybe...