Chapter 551 Deterioration
In Shoukang Palace, Concubine Wan finished feeding Empress Dowager Zhou with the medicine, took the warm tea handed over by Mammy Gao and waited on her, rinsed her mouth, and carefully wiped the corners of her lips with a handkerchief.
Empress Dowager Zhou looked at her and said, "You have worked hard for the past two days. Ai's family has Gao Momo here, so you should also go and rest."
Concubine Wan turned around and handed the handkerchief to the maid on the side, and said warmly, "This is what the concubine should do. As long as the mother's body can recover, the concubine will not feel hard."
"Cough cough, alright, just go and take a rest, if you don't have to die, you will fall ill first, if you don't think about yourself, you should also think about the third child, he can even get married. Didn't say anything."
"Mother, don't say such unlucky words. Ming'er's future wife still needs your attention."
I don't know what Empress Dowager Zhou thought, there was a touch of pain on her face, and she said, "Forget it, Aijia can't see people, so I won't hurt him."
"Mother..."
Empress Dowager Zhou waved her hand impatiently: "Go, go, don't stick around here. Ai's family heard that many palace maids in the palace have contracted the disease recently, don't go to Ai's family if you're okay, take care of yourself. Stay in the palace, ahem..."
Several red spots have grown on the back of her hand. If they are not controlled, the red spots will soon grow into blisters, then fester and fester.
Concubine Wan's eyes flashed with worry, but she didn't say much, she stood up and retired.
Waiting for the others to leave, the Queen Mother Zhou sighed deeply: "I have never seen such a sincere person, and it's my fault that she gave birth to a good son."
In this harem, except for the daughters of noble families who entered the palace early and survived by chance, the other concubines and concubines were not of high origin, including Concubine Wan.
Because there is no family to rely on, they can only rely on Xuanyuan Qi's favor.
Concubine Wan can't be considered a standout, and on weekdays, she would not go to Xuanyuan Qi's side in a different way. If it wasn't for her fate to be a man in one fell swoop, no one in this harem would remember her.
Mammy Gao pulled out a smile: "Concubine Wan is filial to you."
"Oh, filial piety, do you see which woman in the harem is not filial on weekdays? But when something really happens, whoever goes to Ai's house, but she is a fool."
Mammy Gao knew that Empress Dowager Zhou was just disgusting, and said, "Because of this, Concubine Wan's filial piety is rare."
At this time, Eunuch Yu came in and said, "The Empress Dowager, the lord is here."
"Cough cough cough ~ why did you come again, tell him that Aijia has stopped, let him go back."
In the past few days, Xuanyuan Ce has been in the palace every day, and he doesn't talk much, just sits by the side, and leaves by himself when the Queen Mother Zhou falls asleep.
Empress Dowager Zhou knew her son, and he would be so clear that he felt guilty.
As for the reason, the Queen Mother Zhou also guessed a little bit, but neither mother and son broke it.
Eunuch Yu should go out to answer.
Xuanyuan Ce frowned and asked, "How is your mother's body today?"
Yu Gonggong bowed and replied: "The Empress Dowager is more energetic today, and she also drank a bowl of porridge at noon, and she stopped after drinking the medicine."
Xuanyuan Ce heaved a sigh of relief: "In this way, this king will not go in and disturb her to rest. When the mother wakes up, tell her that this king will come to see her tomorrow."
"Hey, the old slave will definitely bring the prince's words to him."
Xuanyuan Ce nodded and didn't stay any longer.
Because of this plague, the once prosperous Fengcheng became lifeless.
As time went on, more and more people died of unwillingness and pain, as can be seen from the fact that the smoke above the cremation pit has not been broken.
In the same way, the atmosphere on the side of the courtyard has become more and more sluggish.
As Ji Luo said, Song Jingchen's condition is more serious than that of ordinary patients infected with the plague.
On the third day, his body was already covered with festering abscesses.
It's getting worse...
Song Jingchen knew that in his current situation, it would take less time than others to go from deterioration to death.
In addition, Song Jingchen also found that his five senses were gradually degrading, but according to what he had learned before, this situation had never happened to the patients next to him.
However, in order not to worry Shen Yijia, he did not let her know about it.
"Xiang Gong, I just learned to cook this porridge with Mo Yuan, you can try it." Shen Yijia held a bowl of porridge in her hand and forced a smile.
In front of her were the layers of curtains, and since Song Jingchen found out that he had abscesses on his face, he did not want Shen Yijia to approach him again.
Song Jingchen always remembered that Shen Yijia originally stayed because of his face.
He was afraid that when he would go, what he wanted her to remember was the look she liked, not the terrifying self.
Xumi, a cloth-covered hand stretched out from the curtain.
Shen Yijia blinked her dry eyes and put the porridge bowl in his hand.
Song Jingchen didn't know, in fact, she had secretly watched it several times.
"Have my cooking skills improved?" she asked.
Song Jingchen scooped a spoonful of porridge into the mouth and said with a smile, "It has made great progress."
As if to prove that he was telling the truth, he took several more bites.
Through the veil, he could vaguely see his movements.
Shen Yijia was suffocated, and tears fell in big drops.
How can it be delicious?
That porridge... that porridge... She clearly put several spoons of salt.
She found out that something was wrong before, since yesterday, as long as she spoke a little bit softly, the beauty Xianggong would ignore it.
Several times, she and Mo Yuan came in together, and the beauties looked at Mo Yuan and talked to her.
Once or twice is a coincidence, you can't get it wrong again and again.
really……
Song Jingchen suddenly stopped drinking porridge and asked, "Are you crying?"
In fact, he couldn't see clearly, there was a veil covering him, and he couldn't even see a vague shadow.
Shen Yijia sniffed, hurriedly wiped away her tears, and tried her best to speak in a normal voice: "No, I'm thinking about what to cook for you tomorrow."
Song Jingchen said, "That's still porridge."
Cooking porridge is easy and will not tire her.
"Okay." Shen Yijia responded.
After Song Jingchen finished drinking the porridge, Shen Yijia accompanied him for another conversation, and it didn't take long to hear fatigue in his voice.
In the past, Shen Yijia couldn't notice such a subtle change at all.
"Xianggong, take a rest first, I'll see if Mo Yuan's medicine is ready."
"The medicine will be delivered to 30,000 as soon as possible. It's time for you to rest."
"Okay." Shen Yijia agreed for the first time, took the bowl and went out.
After explaining 30,000 yuan, she went to the pharmacy in the backyard again.
Ji Luo had locked himself in the pharmacy for several days. Seeing her coming, Ji Luo hurriedly asked, "What happened to Achen?"
Shen Yijia shook her head and told her that Song Jingchen's five senses were deteriorating.
"Xianggong didn't want to worry me, he didn't say anything, it was my own guess."
Hearing that Ji Luo's face was ugly, she was afraid that Shen Yijia would soon return to her normal color, and just wanted to say a few words of comfort.
Shen Yijia said directly: "Mother, tell me, how long can the husband last?"
Ji Luo was stunned for a moment, and couldn't bear to say: "At most, until his five senses are completely lost."
At this rate of deterioration, maybe it won't last a day, maybe tonight...
Shen Yijia nodded blankly: "Okay, I see."
"Jiajia..." Ji Luo called worriedly.
"I'm fine, mother should also pay attention to her body."
(I'm too sleepy, I'll wake up in the middle of the night to code, you wake up and watch.)