The emperor always wants to promise himself

Chapter 38

Only Xiao Yu and Jun Rong were left in the room, Xiao Yu stood by the bed and watched for a while, Jun Rong frowned and shook his head vigorously, then began to mutter something again.

"Is this a nightmare?"

Xiao Yu washed the handkerchief in the washbasin, wrung it dry, took it over and applied it on Jun Rong's forehead, she took advantage of the situation and sat down beside the bed, and when she was carefully arranging the handkerchief, Jun Rong suddenly opened her eyes.

Xiao Yu: "Your Highness?"

Jun Rong's eyes were dazed, his eyes were slack, and he seemed to be still awake. He stared at Xiao Yu with good eyes, and murmured: "Mother..."

Xiao Yu: "???"

Today is a good day, happy to mention a good boy!
She raised her eyebrows, leaned lazily on the side of the bed, and was about to withdraw her hand when Jun Rong suddenly grabbed her wrist with such strength that she didn't look like a patient.

"Don't go!"

Xiao Yu didn't pay attention when his voice was low, and she realized that Jun Rong's voice was very hoarse when he yelled out.

"I won't go, are you thirsty? Shall I pour you a glass of water?"

Jun Rong held her wrist and rubbed it against his face, without speaking, and closed his eyes again.

The attitude of dependence is obvious.

When people are sick, they are always much more fragile than usual. The pain in the heart and the pain in the body are superimposed, and even a hard-working person cannot bear it, let alone such a child?

Xiao Yu withdrew his hand helplessly but firmly, Jun Rong opened his eyes in panic, and looked at her wetly: "Don't go...don't leave me behind, okay?"

Xiao Yu squatted down, looked directly at him, and persuaded in a warm voice: "I won't go, I'll go and pour water for you, your voice is hoarse, drinking some water will make you feel better, okay?"

Jun Rong pursed his lips tightly, still very reluctant, but he didn't hold on to Xiao Yu stubbornly anymore.

She silently withdrew her hand and put it under the quilt, then exposed her small head outside, her big eyes following Xiao Yu's turn, looking pitiful.

Xiao Yu's heart softened, he was really sensible and made people feel distressed.

Gently touching his forehead, Xiao Yu got up to pour water. This was the hot water she had prepared before. There was no tea in it, so it is not suitable for patients to drink tea.

After pouring a cup, she thought about it, picked up the teapot again, brought it back together, and put it on the bedside table.

"Can you get up? Or should I help you?"

Jun Rong's eyes were clearer, obviously he came back to his senses, thinking that he just called Xiao Yu's "mother", he wished he could find a crack in the ground to sneak in, isn't it too embarrassing?
But he was really gentle just now...

Jun Rong pursed her lips, glanced at Xiao Yu, and shook her head: "I... I have no strength."

Xiao Yu didn't take it seriously, put down the cup, leaned over to support Jun Rong's shoulder with one hand, and took Jun Rong's hand with the other, trying to make him use his strength, but Jun Rong suddenly stretched out his arms to wrap around Xiao Yu neck.

Xiao Yu: "..."

This was something she didn't expect, she looked down at Jun Rong, but Jun Rong buried his head on her shoulder, "My son, thank you."

"……Um."

Xiao Yu regarded him as clingy in illness, and did not pull his arms away, but just helped him to sit up in this posture.

Jun Rong let go immediately after sitting up straight, Xiao Yu thought to himself, he should be sensitive, just a child, what can he think?
Jun Rong looked up at her when she turned her head to take the cup, and a slightly bitter smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, it didn't matter if she used it, at least he really felt warm at this moment, that was enough.

Xiao Yu handed him the teacup: "The water is not very hot, just drink it directly. Drink more water and your fever will subside quickly."

"it is good."

Jun Rong complied obediently, holding the teacup in both hands and taking small sips.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk-"

"My lord, the medicine is ready."

Wenfeng's voice sounded from outside the door, Xiao Yu cleared his throat and raised his voice, "Bring it in."

The door opened, and Wenfeng carefully carried a mahogany tray with two large bowls of black medicine placed side by side.

The familiar smell came in from the door along with the cold wind, and Xiao Yu's stomach immediately twitched reflexively.

Even the eyelids fluttered irregularly.

Xiao Yu stroked his forehead with his hands, Junrong was running a fever and his nose was blocked, so he escaped a catastrophe.

When Wenfeng came over, Xiao Yu glanced at her and saw that her face was pale, and couldn't help laughing, "Thank you for your hard work, go and get a plate of candied fruit, I want something sweeter."

Wen Feng put the medicine on the cabinet, and he felt relieved when he heard the words, the joy in the corners of his eyes and brows could not be covered, "Okay, servant girl, let's go!"

Then the wind blows out of the house.

Xiao Yu shook his head, looked down and found that the colors of the two bowls of medicine were different, her medicine was very familiar to her, it was pure black, the kind that could not be seen through to the bottom, while the bowl of Junrong's was obviously much lighter in color, and it was also Not as sticky.

"Come on, Your Highness drinks the medicine while it's hot, then lie down and have a good rest. After sweating all night, the fever will subside tomorrow."

Jun Rong looked at the medicine. Even if he couldn't smell it, he could imagine that it must taste bad. He gritted his teeth, took it up and blew it, then raised his head and drank it all.

Xiao Yu's eyes widened slightly, so happy?
Jun Rong put the bowl on the bedside table after drinking, and immediately got under the quilt, and couldn't help rolling around on the bed twice.

Xiao Yu: "..."

More like a silkworm baby.

After two laps he was lying on the bed, motionless.

Xiao Yu raised his eyebrows, Silkworm Baby was poisoned to death?

She reached out and poked on the quilt, "Rongrong?"

Jun Rong froze, then turned to look at her, "It's so hard..."

Looking at his twisted facial features, Xiao Yu suddenly lost the courage to drink medicine again.

A person who has a high fever and is not sensitive to taste is suffering like this, then she...

"Zhang is always taking revenge on us, right? Must be?"

Xiao Yu murmured, hesitating for a long time but still didn't go down. When Wen Feng came in with the candied fruit, he saw that the bowl of medicine hadn't moved, so he couldn't help but be surprised and said: "My lord, if you don't drink the medicine anymore, it should be cold. Doctor Zhang said that if it gets cold, the medicine will have bad properties." Alright, he will prescribe another prescription."

Xiao Yu: "!"

Jun Rong exposed a pair of big eyes and watched outside. Seeing Xiao Yu sitting there stiffly, she couldn't help but bend the corners of her lips. The prince who is not afraid of heaven and earth is actually afraid of suffering!
It turns out that he also has a vulnerable side, Jun Rong thought silently, feeling better.

With two pairs of eyes staring at her like this, it was hard for Xiao Yu to pretend to be dead. With a sullen face, she said very coldly: "Well, I know, put the candied fruit here."

She raised her chin towards the cabinet, asked Feng to put it down obediently, there were a few candied fruit of various colors in the exquisite small dish, Xiao Yu glanced at it, picked up the medicine bowl, and brought it to her mouth It trembled uncontrollably.

"My son—"

Jun Rong murmured under the quilt, "It's going to be cold."

Xiao Yu: "...heh."

She glanced at Jun Rong, raised her head and finished the bowl.

From the angles of Wenfeng and Junrong, Xiao Yu's face could not be seen, but her fair neck could be seen slowly turning red.

"Is the prince hot?"

Ask the wind simply ask.

(End of this chapter)