The besties traveled through the book together, and the prince and general became abandoned husbands

The little emperor woke up at noon on the third day after being injured.

At that time, Xu Junjun was feeding him medicine with the help of Wei Dong. Perhaps the medicine was too bitter or too hot, but the moment the little emperor regained consciousness, he reached out to push the medicine bowl close to his lips.

At first, Xu Junjun reflexively patted the little emperor's hand and was about to yell at him to be quiet, but when she came to her senses and met Wei Dong's incredulous eyes, Xu Junjun realized that the little emperor had woken up.

The medicine bowl fell and shattered, and the hall was instantly in chaos.

Xu Junjun asked Weidong to immediately invite the old patriarch of the Shen clan, and she herself held the little emperor's pulse and examined it carefully.

These days, she has to check the little emperor's pulse several times a day.

But every time, feeling the faint heartbeat under his fingers, Xu Junjun felt uneasy and panicked.

At this moment, the little emperor woke up. After Xu Junjun's excitement, her heart cooled down when she felt his pulse.

But the little emperor was very happy to be able to wake up. Xu Junjun suppressed his emotions and helped him up. He pressed the acupuncture points on the little emperor's head and smiled reluctantly:

“You finally woke up.

These past few days, you've scared Jun Xiaochen and me.

When Jun Xiaochen comes back later and sees you awake, he will definitely be very happy."

The little emperor had been in a coma for several days and felt sore and weak all over when he woke up. Fortunately, the poison in his body had been eliminated and he no longer felt uncomfortable or had the severe intestinal pain he had when the poison took effect.

The little emperor shifted his sitting position slightly, and the wound on his chest pulled, and he groaned in pain. Seeing Xu Junjun nervously leaning over to open his nightgown to check, the little emperor hurriedly said in a hollow voice:

"I'm fine, Sister Xu. You've been taking care of me day and night these past few days."

The little emperor's face was still pale and bluish. Xu Junjun cleared the dull pain in his throat and said casually:

"Don't be so distant with me all day, kid. Besides, as a doctor, it's my duty to take care of patients. It's not that hard.

By the way, you've been drinking soup all day long since you were unconscious. Is there anything you'd like to eat? I'll ask the imperial kitchen to prepare it."

The little emperor thought about it seriously, tilting his head in thought, just like a boy in junior high school who couldn't answer a question and was thinking hard.

Xu Junjun felt soft and bitter in her heart, and waited silently for the little emperor to speak.

"I want to eat fish porridge. Can I eat it now?"

The little emperor did not mention anything spicy. He knew that he was seriously injured this time and did not want Sister Xu to worry about him anymore.

Xu Junjun nodded immediately, patted his shoulder, and said proudly:

"of course can.

In addition to fish porridge, I also asked them to prepare some delicious side dishes.

Sit down, I'll send the maid down to pass on the message."

Xu Junjun stood up, walked quickly to the door of the bedroom, and gave careful instructions to the palace maids guarding outside the hall.

Looking at her three-point thinner back, the little emperor pursed his bloodless lips, his face full of loss.

Jun Xiaochen hurried back after hearing the news, and happened to meet the old patriarch of the Shen clan who was invited by Wei Dong outside the bedroom.

Seeing Jun Xiaochen, the old patriarch of the Shen clan turned his nose up, snorted coldly, and walked into the bedroom before Jun Xiaochen with his hands behind his back.

Jun Xiaochen knew that he was still angry, but he didn't care. He followed behind the old patriarch Shen and took long strides.

When the two entered the hall, the little emperor was leaning against the head of the bed, a soft pillow tucked into his waist, holding a bowl of fish porridge at just the right temperature, drinking it in small sips.

There was a small table in front of him, on which were placed several crispy and refreshing small dishes, with bright but light colors. It was obvious at a glance that they were dishes prepared by Xu Junjun.

While the little emperor was eating, Xu Junjun poured him water and served him attentively, never being idle at all.

There was no one else in the hall. Seeing this heartwarming scene, Jun Xiaochen paused and suddenly recalled a few warm scenes from his childhood.

Patriarch Shen glanced at the dragon bed a few times, saw that the little emperor was having a meal, sat down on the chair, and poured himself a cup of tea.

As the tea entered his mouth, his mouth was filled with fragrance. The old patriarch of the Shen clan smacked his lips a few times and said in a sarcastic tone:

"Your Majesty's tea is still the best. Look at the tea leaves, they are green and tender, unlike the ones in my room, which taste like aged tea."

Xu Junjun clenched her fists: ...

Jun Xiaochen's expression remained unchanged:

"If the old patriarch likes to drink tea, I will have someone send a portion of tea from the emperor's palace to your room later."

The old patriarch Shen put down his teacup with a thud, and said to Jun Xiaochen, "I am satisfied with you."

“That’s pretty much it.

I tell you, the younger generation, you should pay more attention to us older generations.

Although the elders have more experience than you, they lack the company of young people.

Look, ever since I treated your emperor's injury, you've thrown me into the cold palace without even a glance at me. You're truly heartless."

"Okay, old man, stop making small talk all day long.

Come quickly and check on the little emperor."

Xu Junjun interrupted his long speech of taking advantage of his seniority, and frowned so hard that it could kill a mosquito.

The old patriarch of the Shen clan turned around and saw her unhappy expression, and immediately tutted his words:

“You little girl, why are you so impatient? I, an old man, haven’t even finished what I’m saying.

How rude.”

After making a vicious comment, under Xu Junjun's glare, the old clan leader Shen coughed, moved his hips, and walked to the dragon bed.

After drinking the fish porridge, the little emperor felt a little more sober.

Putting down the bowl, he rinsed his mouth with the tea handed to him by Xu Junjun, wiped the corners of his mouth with a silk handkerchief, and then politely nodded to the old patriarch of the Shen clan:

"Thank you, Patriarch Shen."

When facing outsiders, even though this person had saved his life a few days ago, the young emperor still remained indifferent and behaved with the bearing and refinement of a king.

Jun Xiaochen's efforts over the years have not been in vain. If the little emperor is in good health, in time, even if he cannot become a wise ruler who expands the territory, he will surely become a benevolent ruler.

This is what Jun Xiaochen has always hoped for.

Unfortunately, now everything has become a bubble in the water.

Facing such a calm and polite little emperor, the old clan leader Shen sighed inwardly. Looking at his tender eyes and eyebrows, he felt much younger than Cang Qing, the restless brat in his own clan.

If he had not been born into the royal family, he could have lived an ordinary and peaceful life.

What a pity.

No one present could hear the old patriarch's inner thoughts. Xu Junjun felt a pang of heart when he saw him stroking his white beard without saying a word.

The last time the old man did this, he meant that the little emperor was beyond saving.

He doesn't even have a pulse right now. Can you tell something is seriously wrong from the little emperor's expression?

Xu Junjun turned around and looked at Jun Xiaochen. Jun Xiaochen gave her a calming look and took two steps forward.

"Does Patriarch Shen have any doubts?"

As soon as Jun Xiaochen spoke, the old patriarch of the Shen clan realized that he had been staring at people for too long, making the other three people present nervous.

"No.

I was just thinking about the delicious ginseng pigeon soup we had at lunch. Remember to ask the imperial kitchen to bring me this soup in the evening."

Putting down his beard, the old patriarch Shen shook his head and smacked his lips, as if it were really the case.

Xu Junjun closed his eyes, suppressed the burning anger in his heart, and silently said in his heart:

You can’t fight him, you can’t fight him. If you fight him, no one will treat the little emperor.

Just be patient, it will pass.

After repeating it seven or eight times in his mind, Xu Junjun finally managed to suppress his anger.

Patriarch Shen, with his head full of silver ornaments, approached the little emperor with a clanging sound. The little emperor instinctively wanted to tilt his head back, but the old man held his head down.

While holding down Tianqi's most honorable little emperor, the old patriarch of the Shen clan pressed down on him, while fiercely leaning under the eyes of others, like an old wolf ready to hunt:

"Don't retreat, don't retreat.

Let me, an old man, take a good look.

After reading this, you will know how long you can live, Your Majesty."

The little emperor had never been stared at so rudely before, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

But after hearing what Patriarch Shen said, they suddenly quieted down and let him look at them quietly.