Xiangye wants to brush the sense of existence

The next morning before dawn, four or five imperial physicians from the imperial hospital left in a hurry. Light blue oiled paper umbrellas swayed in the wind, the wide blue court clothes dragged across the bluestone floor, and Haoqing's boots stepped on the shallow ground. In the stagnant water, a thin splash was stirred up all over the ground.

The residual lotus in the pond couldn't bear the whole night's tossing, and finally slumped and scattered in the rain. The broken branches and broken leaves spread, disturbing the last pool of clear water.

In a courtyard of Ling'an Prince's Mansion, a little maid hurriedly ran into the inner room, her temple hair on her forehead was already wet by the rain, and she didn't care to part the bangs that were wet on her forehead, and said out of breath: "My lord, Mrs. ...the doctor is here."

Nan Puyue and Zhou Qiao, who were anxiously pacing in the room, immediately felt a little relief when they heard this.

Letting out a breath, Zhou Qiao looked at the baby lying in the cradle, and saw the small cheek, the big one in the palm, the round chin, and the small mouth opened in pain, looking very pitiful , Feeling distressed, he couldn't help but deeply frowned again.

And Nan Pu Youqi was only two months old, yesterday was rainy and windy, and on the fourth watch, he began to cry. The nurse was awakened by the crying, and hurriedly picked him up, but she didn't want to touch the brocade mattress wrapped in him, and accidentally broke out. In shock, he put the back of his hand on his forehead, and retracted his hand in fright, so he hurriedly called someone to call the prince and concubine.

When Nan Puyue heard that the child had a fever, she didn't care to put on her clothes. After she got into the bed, she grabbed a robe and rushed over. Seeing that the child was so worried, Zhuge Yi went to call the imperial physician.

At this moment, the imperial physician was nervously treating the child, Nan Puyue's lips were tightly pursed, and her eyes were nervously watching the baby in swaddling clothes, for fear that he might make a mistake.

This is not his own, but since the child was born, he has regarded him as his own flesh and blood, especially when he saw such a small child for the first time, the fleshy body, the The small eyes that have not yet been opened, and the small bubbles spitting out of the soft mouth, aroused his love and affection. When showing his face and smiling, Nan Puyue's eyebrows and eyes are gentle. It has to be said that he loves this child .

Soon, the imperial physician diagnosed the illness, turned around, with a slight frown between his brows, and a serious expression on his face.

"How?" Nan Puyue asked nervously.

Sighing, the imperial physician respectfully replied: "If the ruler's skin is very hot, and the pulse is strong and restless, the son is suffering from a fever."

To put it bluntly, it is a high fever.

Everyone's complexion tightened, and they had already guessed, Nan Puyue and Zhou Qiao held their breaths and waited for the next sentence.

After a pause, he continued: "However, the son is too young to make a conclusion at this time. The minister can only prescribe the right medicine. Whether he can survive it depends on his luck."

The implication is that life is in danger. When Zhou Qiao heard this, her nose sore, tears fell instantly, and she knelt on the ground and hugged the child crying like a tearful person.

Everyone present was heartbroken, how can mother and child not feel pain.

Nan Puyue blamed herself, he was responsible for the negligence of the two of her, and he didn't care about other things, he stepped forward and took her into his arms, stretched out his hand to comfort her and patted her on the back, comforting her softly Said: "It's okay, Qi'er will be fine."

She nodded, not knowing whether it was due to her grievances over the past six months or her concern for the child, Zhou Qiao hugged him tightly and cried more and more sadly, with choked sobs from time to time.

After prescribing the prescription, the maids were busy decocting the medicine, and the imperial physicians of the imperial hospital had already left. I said thousands of reassuring words, but there still seemed to be a tense atmosphere in the air, which made people feel depressed.

Zhuge Yi, who was standing on the side, looked at the scene in front of him, felt various feelings in his heart, and was a little moved by it, but more was the sound of his heart bleeding, they were a family, and suddenly felt that they were very redundant here, so he wanted to Go out and get some air.

This summer is really boring...

Holding a blue oil-paper umbrella, I strolled to the edge of the pool. At this time, the residual lotus was floating in the water, just like myself. I was so lonely and helpless. Can't hear clearly.

A night of heavy rain made the sky much darker. The wind and clouds moved, and the gray sky covered the entire dark sky. On the side of the promenade, a few green leaves could not resist the wind and rain, and fell on the propped up oil-paper umbrella. Xiaoxiao, covering the exquisite Lan Zhi painted by the craftsman.

While bored, he seemed to think of something, suddenly dropped the umbrella in his hand, touched the water with his feet, and left with lightness kung fu.

The slanting wind and drizzle shuttled among the willow treetops, and the light mist outside the shelter was as hazy as a light veil on a woman's body.

When he found Lin Qingchen, he was drinking and having fun with a few young girls, and at this time, it was already mid-afternoon. After Lin Qingchen learned that the child was ill, his arms around the beauty froze suddenly, and he smiled. It stopped abruptly, and in the freeze, he immediately got up and grabbed Zhuge Yi's lapel to ask questions. Before Zhuge Yi could answer one by one, he let go again with a pale face, and hurried over.

Zhuge Yi stood on the spot, dazed for a while, thought he would be worried about Zhou Qiao's situation, but he didn't expect him to react so strongly to the child, then, without thinking too much, started to follow.

At this time, the two hurried all the way here, and they didn't care to talk about anything else. When they walked to the courtyard where the child was, Lin Qingchen walked in without thinking too much. Occasionally, a bird flew by, and soon flew away with strange calls.

The house is very big, and it is a little empty when you walk in softly. There is a sandalwood bed facing north, with layers of green gauze on it, embroidered with golden ostriches.

There was an unexpected cry of a baby, and the child seemed to be fast asleep. A cradle of warm yellow soft satin was quietly placed on the east side of the bedroom. The child needed to be quiet, so there were no other servants. At this time, only the nurse and Zhou Joe waited frowningly on the side.

Lin Qingchen stopped, but Zhou Qiao raised her eyes at the moment he looked over, and looked at him.

The distance was neither far nor close, neither of them moved, they just looked at each other silently across the bead curtain several feet wide, for a moment, it seemed as if only the sound of dripping rain could be heard, spreading across the entire world. A blinding curtain.

As if there was a deep gap between the two, after hesitating for a long time, finally, Lin Qingchen greeted softly: "How are you doing recently?"

Inexplicably, a sense of sadness came suddenly, and the brocade handkerchief Zhou Qiao was holding was slightly loosened, and it slipped quietly from his palm, and gently fell to the ground.

The red clothes are like blood, with a clear and beautiful face, and there is a slight touch in my heart, like the strings of a piano that have not been touched for a long time, and finally get the fingertips. There is a trace that even I dare not admit, and that is an imperceptible heartbeat...