Chapter 1139 No Disease
When Chu Jingqi looked back, although there were no tears in his eyes, they were red. He clearly felt sorry for the emperor in his heart, but he blamed him, "What disease do you have? Why didn't you write to me and tell me?"
In private, in front of the emperor, Chu Jingqi rarely called himself a minister, and the emperor rarely called himself me when talking to him.
The two grew up together since childhood, and their relationship is closer than that of real brothers. Even the emperor's cousin Ao Tianchen is not as close to the emperor as Chu Jingqi.
"Originally I thought it was a minor illness that would heal after a while, but who knew, it has been more than a month and it still hasn't healed." The emperor smiled bitterly, his smile so weak that Chu Jingqi's heart clenched into a ball, feeling depressed. The pain was as heavy as a big stone pressing down on me.
"Where's Master Ayu? What did Master say?" Chu Jingqi asked.
"Doctor Bai, your father, and my second uncle are having dinner next door." Since Chu Xuanyu was there, it was difficult to arrange for them to eat in the same room as the Queen, so he arranged for them to eat in the side hall next door.
The emperor said bitterly, "Doctor Bai said that this disease is so weird that he can't cure it."
"How could it be?" What kind of disease is it that even the doctors at Bai Bai can't cure?
Chu Jingqi's brows knitted together in concern.
The emperor stretched out his eagle-hook-like talons and pulled him into the bedroom. Chu Cang, with red eyes, accompanied Xia Zihan and then entered.
The emperor saw that the two of them were tired and tired, and asked, "Have you eaten?"
"Ayu and I came here before we even entered the house. We haven't eaten yet and I'm almost starving to death." Chu Jingqi said unceremoniously when he saw the table full of dishes.
"Then let's eat together."
When Chu Cong heard this, he ordered the palace maid to add two sets of bowls and chopsticks, and brought the hot pot on the small stove. She also asked Xia Zihan and Chu Jingqi, "Your Majesty, Master, do you have anything you want to eat? In the palace There is a small kitchen, which is convenient for cooking.”
Chu Pang had been with Xia Zihan for more than ten years, and she was used to calling her master, and it was really hard to change her mind. No, when she saw her master coming back, she was so happy that she forgot to call him master.
Fortunately, there were only a few maids given to her by Xia Zihan as dowry in the room, so Chu Cang couldn't spread the word "master". Otherwise, if the queen of Dasheng Kingdom called her "master," the crime committed by this person would be enough for her. A pot.
Xia Zihan glared at Chu Cong resentfully, gritted her teeth deliberately, and shouted, "Queen, there are so many dishes here, just eat them like this, don't bother."
Chu Cong's pretty face blushed slightly, she hummed, and sat next to the emperor.
Chu Cong filled a bowl of soup and placed it in front of the emperor. He picked up a few chopsticks and put vegetarian dishes into his bowl. He whispered, "Your Majesty, the time is almost up. I'm afraid there won't be time for a walk today, so it's easier for you to eat more." I’ll prepare some late-night snacks for you in the evening.”
Chu Cong had eaten less than half a bowl of rice before, but now he couldn't eat any more, so he devoted himself to serving the emperor to eat.
These days, in order to take care of the emperor, she also lost a lot of weight, but it was not as obvious as the emperor's weight loss, but Xia Zihan still felt distressed when she saw her.
She said, "Queen, you eat too."
"I was full before you came. Chu Yu, please eat quickly. The Emperor..." Chu Cong hesitated for a moment, but decided to tell them, "The Emperor is about to get sick. Eat quickly."
"Sickness?" Xia Zihan frowned, "Is there a pattern for the emperor's sickness?"
"Well, you will get sick after three meals a day." Chu Cong turned to look at the hourglass in the corner and said, "It will take just one stick of incense to get sick."
"But angina?" Chu Jingqi asked.
He was feeling depressed all the time. Even if his hungry stomach could pierce an embroidery needle, he had no appetite at the moment. He only symbolically drank half a bowl of soup and half a bowl of rice before putting down his chopsticks.
"Ayu, when the emperor has finished eating, you can feel the emperor's pulse." Chu Jingqi said.
"Well, even if you don't tell me, I plan to show it to the emperor." Xia Zihan couldn't eat anymore, put down the bowl and chopsticks, and responded seriously.
The emperor ate less than usual. After barely finishing a bowl of soup, he couldn't eat anymore. Even if Chu Cong persuaded him, he wouldn't eat.
The emperor smiled at Xia Zihan and said, "Didn't you tell me to show it to you? Let's go and sit on the Arhat's bed."
In fact, the emperor has no hope for his illness. Even Divine Doctor Bai can't do anything. As the apprentice of Divine Doctor Bai, what can Xia Zihan do?
However, seeing the expectant looks on Chu Jingqi and Xia Zihan's faces, he still cooperated with them and stretched out his hand to feel Xia Zihan's pulse.
However, Xia Zihan tried for a long time, but no rash appeared. What disease did the emperor have? Chu Cang and Chu Jingqi, who were holding their breaths next to them, both looked at her nervously. Seeing her retracting her hand, Chu Cang asked hurriedly, "Princess, how are you?"
"The emperor's pulse is normal. He is just a little weak." There is no sign of illness at all.
If it is true that he is sick, he is only a little weak. He will recover as before after taking some medicinal food that nourishes the blood and replenishing the body, and taking a good rest for a while.
However, Xia Zihan knew that the emperor's body would never be that simple, otherwise her master, who was known as a miracle doctor, would not be able to do anything about the emperor's illness.
Chu Cong's eyes were full of disappointment, and she would burst into tears if she was disappointed. However, because the emperor was here, she was afraid that it would affect the emperor's mood, so she suppressed it and did not dare to cry.
She said bitterly, "Doctor Bai also said the same thing. The emperor is not sick, but the emperor is sick three times a day. That's why Dr. Bai said that the emperor's illness is very strange."
Three times a day, every time the pain is as painful as a thousand arrows piercing the heart, how can I not be sick?
However, neither Doctor Bai nor the young master could diagnose the emperor's illness.
The emperor is neither poisoned nor sick, so what is he?
Is it a poison?
However, if it was a poison, how could Doctor Bai and her little master not stop getting sick?
The Emperor is still sick, but it's just weird and neither Doctor Bai nor the young master can diagnose it.
Chu Cong thought, almost despairing.
The emperor's illness soon broke out. Chu Jingqi and Xia Zihan watched helplessly as the second prince locked the emperor into a small dark room as dark as ink. There were four guards guarding the room, which were to guard against the emperor. Unable to bear the pain, he was afraid that he would hang himself.
Not long after the door closed, the emperor's wails could be heard one after another. The heart-rending screams of pain made Chu Jingqi tremble all over and her face turned frighteningly white.
He clenched his fists and asked Chu Xuanyu next to him, "Dad, does the emperor always suffer like this when he gets sick?"
Chu Xuanyu hummed and said, "Doctor Bai tried many methods but failed to alleviate the emperor's pain."
What Dr. Bai can do is to help the emperor regulate his body so that he will not collapse from the pain.
However, even with the presence of Doctor Bai, the emperor's health was still getting worse day by day.
The second prince and he looked at it every day and were very worried.
(End of chapter)