100 ways to trick a boy into going to sleep

Chapter 125 Drinking Song

He didn't want to agree, but seeing his nephew's eager eyes, he gave in anyway.

"There's one more thing I'd like to ask my uncle for help with."

"What's the matter."

"His Majesty's attitude toward my marriage with Huan'er is somewhat ambiguous. I think, since the imperial decree of marriage is in my hands anyway, I might as well ask a matchmaker to go through the formalities and settle this matter as soon as possible."

This matter originally did not need to be discussed with Wei Zhongqing, but marriage is a major event that is decided by parents and arranged by matchmakers. Huo Jingheng's parents died early, so this matter could only be handled by his uncle or aunt.

"okay, I get it."

In August of 120 AD, after several setbacks, the couple finally set a date for their wedding, which was to be held the following month. After a long, heavy rain, many of the crabapple blossoms in the courtyard fell.

Huo Jingheng caught a cold and has been coughing frequently these past few days, and his body has gradually weakened.

When a person who is usually healthy suddenly falls ill, the disease can be very aggressive and merciless.

His old ailments accumulated over the years on the battlefield gradually flared up, and he had a fever for several days with no improvement whatsoever.

The best doctors in Chang'an all came to the Huo residence.

This master is a great hero, and the common people all love and respect this great master of destiny. When they heard that he was unwell, they even sent a lot of eggs and vegetables to the gate of the Huo family mansion.

"Doctor, how is the Grand Master of Fate?" the steward asked anxiously, looking at the doctor.

Jin Huan stood aside without saying a word. "The Grand Master of Fate is physically strong, and it's just a cold. It shouldn't be like this. Forgive my ignorance, but I really can't see why the Grand Master of Fate's condition has deteriorated so badly."

The doctor was also in a difficult position.

"What methods are available for treatment?" The steward grasped the doctor's sleeve; this was the only son of the Huo family.

"I can prescribe some medicine for the Grand Master of Fate first, but it can only help regulate the condition, not cure it completely."

"Okay." The butler replied while secretly wiping away tears with his sleeve.

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Small Kitchen

Jin Huan watched as the medicine stove was used to brew medicine for Huo Jingheng. The medicine was simmering slowly over a low flame, and the air was filled with the smell of medicine, which was extremely bitter.

She was stunned for a moment, when the sunlight outside was blocked by dark clouds.

The sky suddenly darkened, as it always is in July and August. The downpours always come and go quickly; she walked quietly to the door.

The scenery was obscured by the rain; the sky looked as if it had a hole in it, and the rain poured down.

Several maids looked at Jin Huan, who was standing in front of the door watching the rain, and whispered among themselves.

"Poor Shen Xiaoniang, I wonder if Da Siming can make it through."

Huo Jingheng's face grew paler day by day, which distressed them greatly.

"Ugh."

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That day, she brought the medicine over as usual.

Since he fell ill, Jin Huan has never entrusted the matter of preparing his medicine to anyone else.

"Take some medicine, it will help you recover faster." She looked at Huo Jingheng while holding a bowl of dark medicine.

"too bitter."

"I still have some candied fruit. You should drink your medicine obediently, and I'll give it to you to eat, okay?"

"it is good."

Even Jin Huan rarely had the chance to serve people like this.

Feed him spoonful by spoonful.

He would take a sip and then be fed a piece of candied fruit; soon the bowl was empty.

The servants stepped forward and put the medicine bowl away.

Jin Huan leaned gently against his chest.

I don't really lack energy right now; I just want to rely on him.

Huo Jingheng's fate has come to an end; it's a case of heaven being jealous of a talented person.

She often saw ghost messengers appearing, probably just waiting to collect souls. However, fearing their presence, she never dared to make a move.

Jin Huan tugged at the small wooden plaque around his neck: "You must keep this plaque safe." In the future, when he goes to the banks of the River of Oblivion, the person on duty will surely treat him better upon seeing this small wooden plaque.

"I'd rather die than take it off." He chuckled softly as he held the person close.

Jin Huan remained silent for a long time before finally saying, "Okay."

As the days grew hotter, a wave of heat would always hit you when you opened the door, scorching the entire space until it seemed distorted and warped.

When she went out to brew medicine for Huo Jingheng, two ghost messengers stopped her at the corner of the corridor.

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