After wearing a book, the sickly tyrant only acts like a spoiled child in my arms

Chapter 125 Meeting
She had seen too many people in the hospital who sent first aid, but they didn't come in time enough, often without even a chance to give people a glimmer of hope.

Not even a word of farewell could be said.

The eyelashes were long and curly, and tiny frost flowers fell on them, embellishing her eyebrows with a delicate glamor.

She said coldly, "Get out of the way."

This stubborn force instantly stunned everyone. There were people who wanted to come up to persuade her, but seeing her like this, even ten bulls couldn't get back her desire to see His Majesty, so the words of persuasion were in her throat again. swallowed it.

The two military guards faced each other with swords in their hands, and they didn't intend to get out of the way.

This is His Majesty's order, and they dare not disobey their master's order without seeing everyone except Doctor Feng.

Su Jiu'er narrowed her eyes, already looking extremely impatient.

You must know that in addition to dealing with some local material planning these days, she also has to research and develop medicines for Yan Yunxiao's illness day and night.

These days, she came to deliver new medicines to Yan Yunxiao almost every day, or some homemade hot drinks for sweating. Only she knew how tired she was these days.

In this extremely exhausted state of mind, it was really difficult for her to show a good face to face everyone.

Seeing that the two of them were still standing in front of her like a wall, she slowly stepped forward, with the same gloomy expression as Yan Yunxiao when she was angry.

It is said that if two people have been together for a long time, they will get a little bit of each other's shadow, which is true.

Imperial Physician Feng waved his sleeves and sighed, and eagerly said to the two servants behind him, "What are you still doing in a daze? Why don't you hold Concubine Su!"

The two servants immediately came back to their senses, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Hold Concubine Su?There is a difference between men and women, I'm afraid it's not good, right?
"Don't go soon!"

Seeing that Concubine Su was about to rush in with all her strength, Imperial Physician Feng yelled again.

Immediately, the two servants stopped thinking about it, and rushed forward, one of them took her by the arm, took her back, and said, "Miss Concubine Su, you should go back first! Your Majesty's situation is really serious. It’s not convenient to meet people!”

Su Jiu'er didn't know where the strength came from, so she threw the two of them away and scolded in a cold voice, "Presumptuous! Who dares to touch me!"

That voice could be described as harsh and crisp, the two people who reprimanded them did not dare to come forward again, so they could only look back and seek help from Imperial Physician Feng.

Hearing this movement, the atmosphere outside the yard seemed to have reached its peak, and if the fight continued, there would be some injuries.

Yan Yunxiao sighed helplessly, there was always nothing he could do with Su Jiuer.

"Let her in."

A weak voice came from the house lightly and lightly. The sound was not loud, but it was very clear in this sudden quiet moment.

Everyone heard the sound, looked at each other, and seemed to be asking each other: Is this the voice of His Majesty?So weak?

Then everyone cast their gazes on the imposing Concubine Su in front of them, and slowly moved away to make way for her.

She seemed to be taken aback when she heard the voice, a little unbelievable, is this Yan Yunxiao's voice?

But the low tone with a bit of mellowness, and it is easy to recognize, this is Yan Yunxiao's voice without a doubt.

She slowly moved her gaze to the courtyard, her chest rose and fell, and it could be seen that her breathing was so rapid at the moment.

The robe was shaking, Su Jiu'er had already ran in quickly, followed by two guards, her light-colored cloak was shaking with her steps, as if her heart was half disturbed.

When she came to the door of the house, she stopped suddenly and calmed down for a while.

Su Jiu'er has truly experienced the so-called feeling closer to home is more timid.

The door of the room was pushed open with a "babble". There was no charcoal burning in the room, and the temperature inside was almost the same as the temperature outside, just as cold.

Her eyes fell on the light blue curtain in the room, and she walked slowly under her feet. Just when she was about to reach Yan Yunxiao's bed, suddenly a dark hand brushed open the curtain from inside.

When Su Jiu'er saw this hand, her eyes stopped on it suspiciously. Not only was this hand dark in color, but there were even some small blue-gray spots all over it.

Without the cover of the curtain, the next thing that came into view was the handsome face of Yan Yunxiao, who Su Jiuer had imagined countless times, who was seriously ill.

Su Jiu'er's appearance was reflected in Yan Yunxiao's pupils, and her brows sank almost instantly, her brows were furrowed tightly, and her eyes were shocked with disbelief.

She shook her head lightly, as if she wanted to deny what she had seen, but she had no evidence to overturn it.

Yan Yunxiao's complexion was gloomy, he no longer had the vigorous aura he had when he came here, his forehead was also a little blue, there was a lingering sickness between his brows, and his face became much thinner.

But she saw Yan Yunxiao's eyes flickering slightly, and that shining feeling was incompatible with his appearance at the moment.

She frowned, and looked again.

Yan Yunxiao's eyes didn't have the spirit of duty, they were obviously a little dazed, and the bottom of the eyes was dim.

Was it just an illusion?

In addition to doubt, her eyes were more shocked and unbelievable.

How could Yan Yunxiao be so sick?
She has already analyzed the symptoms she saw in her mind as quickly as possible. If it is said to be a plague, it does not look like it. If it is not a plague, there are somewhat similar symptoms in it.

Could it be that the plague has mutated again?
She was thinking quickly in her mind, staring blankly at the weak man leaning on the bed in front of her, but she didn't realize that her hands had started to tremble slightly uncontrollably.

Now she saw Yan Yunxiao, but she didn't know what to say.

Especially Yan Yunxiao braced himself up and looked at her with a pair of dim eyes, as if asking: Do you have to meet widows?Now that you see it, what can you do?
She suppressed the emotions that surged from the bottom of her heart, and buried herself in a gray cloth bag that she had just cut to find something. Then Yan Yunxiao saw that she was trembling and turned out a blank booklet and a small charcoal pencil, and then prepared record something.

All the greetings came to my lips and finally turned into a trembling, "Do you have any other discomfort today?"

She just wanted to make a detailed record of Yan Yunxiao's illness, and then go back and study it.

She was really not mentally prepared to accept that Yan Yunxiao was infected with the plague and saw that he had deteriorated to this point.

Hearing her voice, Yan Yunxiao felt a slight pain in his heart. He gently rubbed the quilt with his other hand under the quilt, sinking into a kind of powerless annoyance.

His eyelashes trembled slightly, he looked away from Su Jiuer's gaze, and couldn't bear to look into her eyes.

But he is unusually docile.

Although his face did not have the radiance and complexion of the previous days, his facial lines were still exquisite and handsome. He leaned lazily on the pillow, and he would answer whatever Su Jiuer asked.

This made Su Jiu'er even more uncertain.

His dodging eyes and frank words seemed to be accepting the final outcome of the disease.

(End of this chapter)