HLnovel Chapter 180 The consequence of playing in the water at night is getting sick
Chapter 180 The consequence of playing in the water at night is getting sick
The consequence of playing in the water at night is getting sick.
When she woke up the next day, Wen Hemian only felt tired all over, but not as uncomfortable as the first time. Xie Lang controlled his strength and did not leave too many invisible marks on her body.
She slapped Xie Lang's hand as he tried to reach for her waist, and when she felt the burning heat on his body, she subconsciously became alert.
"you……"
As soon as he said this, Xie Lang sneezed.
Wen Hemian immediately became serious and didn't want to waste time talking to him, so he reached out and touched his forehead.
In the first few years, the kid was weak and fell ill several times, and he had to be very careful at all times. Wen Hemian took care of him personally and had some experience.
Later, when I grew up, I seldom fell ill. If I occasionally fell ill, I would hold her hand and act coquettishly.
This time is different.
When Wen Hemian just touched his forehead, Xie Lang turned his head away reflexively. He said stubbornly: "It's okay."
"You're having a fever."
Wen Hemian's expression suddenly became serious. What she cared about most was her health, and she couldn't bear to see Xie Lang ruining his body.
"Don't be afraid of medical treatment, Your Majesty."
After teaching this lesson, Wen Hemian stood up, put on his clothes, and got off the bed. He quickly walked to the door and knocked: "Lai Xi."
They didn't like to be served by someone close to them, so the palace people were waiting outside. Lai Xi didn't rush in when he heard the voice, but just asked, "I'm here, may I ask what Lord Wen wants?"
Wen Hemian: "Go and get the imperial physician. His Majesty is ill."
Lai Xi was shocked: "Yes, I will go right away!"
After saying that, he heard hurried footsteps leaving.
Wen Hemian returned and took the opportunity to change his clothes, otherwise it would be embarrassing for everyone to see him in dishevel.
Xie Lang wanted to stand up, but she glared at him: "Just sit still and wait for the imperial physician to come and see us."
He insisted on playing in the water, but ended up getting sick. Wen Hemian was both angry and amused, and didn't know what to say to him.
Xie Lang coughed guiltily. Hearing the anger in her words, he could only stop and sit obediently on the bed waiting for the imperial physician to come.
While getting dressed, Wen Hemian poured him a cup of warm water. The young man just sat on the bed, holding the teacup in both hands, and drank slowly, with a kind of obedience that was different from the nature of a wild beast.
Lai Xi thought something serious had happened, so he called the Imperial Hospital judge without saying a word. When he opened the door, he saw two people, one sitting on the bed and the other sitting on a chair, and they seemed to be doing fine.
The judge of the Imperial Hospital was calm and went around him to check the emperor's pulse.
A moment later the result came.
"Your Majesty's pulse is floating and rapid, which is a symptom of wind-cold and fever. I will go down and prescribe a prescription to dispel wind and clear heat. If you have a high fever during the course of treatment, please take care of you more, Lord Wen."
The judge of the Imperial Hospital spoke to Wen Hemian subconsciously.
After all, that's how it was in the beginning.
Wen Hemian said calmly, "Okay, thank you, judge."
The judge of the Imperial Hospital nodded, and seeing that he had nothing to do here, he took his medicine box and went out to write a prescription and boil some medicine.
Wen Hemian stepped forward and touched Xie Lang's forehead again. It was a little hot, but still within an acceptable range.
Upon seeing this, Lai Xi hurried out to fetch a basin of cold water, wrung out a handkerchief and put it on the emperor's head.
Wen Hemian sat on the bedside with a half-smile on his face: "That's good. It's rare to see you get sick. Will you play in the water next time?"
Because of the fever, Xie Lang felt a little hot all over, especially in this weather. Soon his back was slightly soaked with sweat, and there was a rare haziness and fragility in his eyes, like a wilted puppy.
Hearing Wen Hemian bring up this topic, he became more alert, but he had no intention of repenting. He said decisively, "More."
Although their relationship changed a little after the talk, Wen Hemian still gave people the impression of being cold and distant during the day. Only at night could Xie Lang see the beautiful scenery that belonged to him alone. It was so tempting, how could he give up just like that?
Wen Hemian choked and stared at him with a vigilant look: "You must be sick!"
It's all his own fault, he doesn't deserve her sympathy.
Xie Lang laughed grimly. His head was aching slightly, but it was far less painful than when he was sick. He could still hold on and watch Wen Hemian's every move.
Wen Hemian couldn't persuade him to stop being so stubborn, but since it didn't matter, he just let him watch.
Being an emperor is miserable. Officials can take leave to rest when they are sick, but when he is sick, memorials to the emperor will not disappear out of thin air, but will only accumulate.
Unable to bear the worry, Wen Hemian picked up the pen and started to process it bit by bit.
Now, yesterday's share has been returned to her, and she has also involved herself in it. No matter how you look at it, she is at a loss.
A heavy dot of ink fell on the memorial. Wen Hemian stared at it, silently prayed to himself to remain calm, and continued to review it.
Since it concerned the emperor's health, the Imperial Hospital acted quickly. About an hour later, they brought the boiled medicine, a large bowl of black medicine that was daunting at the sight of it.
Xie Lang drank it with a frown on his face.
Wen Hemian was sitting by the window, carefully reviewing memorials. He had no time to pay attention to him, let alone give him any candied fruit.
Lai Xi came up with a small dish of candied fruit, and Xie Lang waved his hand: "Go down."
He is not a child anymore and is not afraid of hardship.
Lai Xi shook his head secretly and had to take it back intact.
Xie Lang casually pulled off the handkerchief on his forehead and threw it into the basin, then got off the bed and sat next to Wen Hemian.
Wen Hemian stared at the memorial in her hand, trying to ignore the huge Emperor who was trying to get into her arms.
She didn't say anything, and Xie Lang just kept on torturing himself.
After thinking for a while, he finally leaned on her shoulder.
It was quite heavy, and Wen Hemian's shoulders sank.
Xie Lang seemed very satisfied. He gently sniffed the fragrance on her body, closed his eyes, slowed down his breathing and rested.
The papers turned over, making a rustling sound. The medicine seemed to have taken effect. Xie Lang began to feel drowsy and did not even know when the sound stopped.
In a daze, I heard someone say "open your mouth", and then a piece of candied fruit was stuffed into my mouth.
It tasted sweet, and he chewed it up subconsciously and swallowed it.
Lai Xi observed silently and couldn't help but widen his eyes. He looked at Wen Hemian with a little more admiration and thought that Lord Wen really had a way.
Wen Hemian curved his eyebrows and smiled gently, glancing sideways. The sick emperor had lost his serious and indifferent expression and had become a little more childish, which made people feel pity for him.
Fortunately, Xie Lang did not catch fire later.
Near noon, he woke up by himself, seeming to be extremely sleepy, unable to open his eyes. He groaned and called out "Hanshuang" twice, clinging to her and refusing to let go.
Wen Hemian immediately returned to his cold and ruthless state, as if the person who had fed him the candied fruit before was not him: "Get up when you wake up, my shoulders are sore."
Hearing this, Xie Lang gradually regained consciousness and finally opened his eyes. As he stood up, he stretched out his hand to pinch her shoulders and said attentively, "Master, you have worked hard. Let me rub it for you."
Apart from anything else, his rubbing was indeed comfortable. Wen Hemian's tone softened a bit: "Does your head still hurt?"
Her observations were so meticulous that Xie Lang was stunned for a moment, his throat choked up, and he couldn't tell what he felt.
Then he smiled and shook his head: "No."