Chapter 69: Sympathy for the Same Suffering

When Mu Qiulan entered the tent, Xiao Jingchen did not notice it.

"Your Majesty..." She said softly: "Your Majesty, has his headache started again?"

Xiao Jingchen raised his head when he heard the sound, "Well... I am upset."

In just a few days, he looked quite haggard, with tiredness in his brows and brows that seemed to have never relaxed and were knitted together.

"That maid...is the king..."

"Well!" Before she could finish speaking, Xiao Jingchen said, "I'm afraid you are the only one who can help me relieve my worries now!"

Mu Qiulan just thought he was talking about a head ailment and didn't think deeply about it, so she slowly stepped forward and stood behind Xiao Jingchen. When she lowered her head, she saw a few silver hairs growing in his originally black hair.

Obviously it wasn't there a few days ago.

I think he must have been overworked these past few days.

She put her hand on his temple, suddenly frowned, and immediately probed Xiao Jingchen's forehead.

So hot!

"My lord, are you sick?"

"It doesn't matter..." Xiao Jingchen said, "Don't make any noise."

"But..." Mu Qiulan said anxiously, "No, I'll call the military doctor."

"Don't go!" Xiao Jingchen stretched out his hand to hold her, "I'm fine."

"Then what should we do?" Mu Qiulan thought for a while: "Your Majesty, it is better to lie down and rest first, while the maid goes to fetch some water."

She helped Xiao Jingchen onto the bed and went out to fetch water. When she came back, Xiao Jingchen was dizzy with fever and his whole face was red.

When she was in the countryside, she had seen her grandma treating people with colds and fevers. Now she didn't care about the difference between superiority and inferiority. She quickly untied Xiao Jingchen's clothes, and then wiped his chest, neck, and cheeks with a soaked handkerchief.

, hands and feet... In addition, if you want to reduce fever faster, you need to take some decoctions.

She knew that the reason why Xiao Jingchen did not let her speak out was that the army had been stationed here for several days and would not return unless attacked. As time went by, the morale of the army would inevitably be scattered. If he fell again, there was no telling what would happen.

Therefore, she cannot go to the military doctor to get medicine.

At this time, she remembered that she once saw Bupleurum growing on the mountain road behind the camp. Bupleurum can relieve symptoms and reduce fever, soothe the liver and relieve stagnation, and promote Yang Qi, which is just right for the disease.

Mu Qiulan hurriedly went out to search. Taking advantage of the moonlight and her knowledge of medicinal herbs, she quickly found Bupleurum among the weeds.

She dug up two plants, took them to the kitchen, boiled them into a medicinal soup, and hurriedly sent them to the tent.

As soon as he arrived outside the camp, he met Pang Ao.

"What is this in the girl's hand?"

"Ah...yes...it's Babao herbal tea." Mu Qiulan said, "The prince drank it once before and said it was good, so he asked me to brew some more."

"Oh..." Pang Ao said, "But isn't the prince already resting? Just now I saw that the candles in the tent have been extinguished."

"Ah! Yes! This herbal tea needs to be cooled before drinking. I will boil it first and let it cool. If the prince wakes up, he can drink it."

"So that's it...Pang only knows that drinking tea must be hot, but there is also cold tea. Pang also wants to try this herbal tea someday."

"Okay, I will boil a few pots of it another day and give it to the soldiers in the camp to drink."

"Then I'll bother you, girl." Pang Ao cupped his hands and said, "Pang still has to patrol around, excuse me!"

"General, move slowly!"

Seeing Pang Ao walking away, Mu Qiulan let out a deep breath, quickly entered the tent, lit the candle, took off the scarf from Xiao Jingchen's forehead, and stroked his forehead, it was still hot.

"Your Majesty, take the medicine!"

Xiao Jingchen responded in a daze, but did not wake up.

She sat on the couch, struggled to lift Xiao Jingchen up and lean on her, and fed the medicine into his mouth one spoon at a time.

After finally taking the medicine, Mu Qiulan was exhausted and her mouth was dry. When she stood up and wanted to drink some water, Xiao Jingchen suddenly grabbed her hand and murmured: "I will not admit defeat! No way.

Give up…”

It’s already like this and you’re still trying to be brave!

She struggled to free her wrist, but Xiao Jingchen held on tightly, as if he regarded her as an old enemy and would rather die than let her go.

She had no choice but to sit down, support her head with her hands and look at the man with the picturesque features in front of her. She saw that his thin lips were pursed tightly, with his inherent arrogance and stubbornness, and his brows were still furrowed, as if he had troubles that could not be digested.

At the age of thirteen, he was granted the title of king and led the army to defeat the Southern Yi. At that time, he was still a child.

Mu Qiulan thought that when she was thirteen years old, she had already entered the Shangshu Mansion. Sweeping the house, washing clothes, and serving tea and pouring water were what she did every day, which was completely different from Xiao Jingchen's life. But she was luckier than him.

She experienced a carefree childhood, and a noble man like him should have spent his childhood studying and practicing martial arts.

Thinking about it this way, she felt that Xiao Jingchen was quite pitiful. Although he was born in an imperial family, he was extremely rich and noble, but he also lost a lot of happiness because of it.

Xiao Jingchen said that he and she were the same. Thinking about it this way, it seemed that they were both fallen people in the world. But Xiao Jingchen's heart was about his family, country and the world, and she just hoped that she and her aunt would regain their freedom and be safe and smooth.

But now it seems that both of their wishes are somewhat out of reach...

When Xiao Jingchen woke up, it was already broad daylight. He slept well that night and felt refreshed when he woke up.

When he wanted to get up, he saw Mu Qiulan still asleep lying on the edge of the couch. Her palm-sized face was hidden in her hair, as white as snow, with a faint rose pink on her cheeks, and her lips were bright red, just maybe

Some people lack water and appear less radiant.

He released his hold on her hand, leaving dark blue fingerprints on her bright white wrist.

This woman... is she so stupid that he keeps holding on to her?

What a stupid woman!

He stood up and wanted to carry her to the couch, but as soon as he touched her, Mu Qiulan suddenly woke up, hid aside, looked at him like a frightened little rabbit, and said timidly: "Your Majesty..."

Xiao Jingchen saw that she was so angry for no reason: "What? Do you think this king will be unfaithful to you?"

Mu Qiulan shook her head.

"Then why are you so defensive about me?"

Mu Qiulan: "..."

"Looking at the prince's face, he should be much better. The maid has to retreat first."

"Stop!" Xiao Jingchen held her hand and let go after seeing her scared look.

"You don't have to be so afraid of me, I don't eat people!"

He sighed and waved his hand, "Go down!"

"yes!"

Mu Qiulan quickly retreated, and when she walked out of the tent, she realized belatedly that Xiao Jingchen had just said "I" instead of "my king"...

Zhuang Wan didn't sleep well that night, always paying attention to the news outside, fearing that Yan Cheng would come to save her and be caught. More importantly, she had to beware of the greasy and disgusting Nanyi King.

Fortunately, it was a peaceful night, and she could finally feel at ease.

The maid brought her porridge and side dishes, but she had no intention of eating them. Nazhamu didn't come again, so it seemed that he didn't take what she said seriously.

This is difficult to do.

She looked at the lively market. Although Nanyi was not as prosperous as the Central Plains, the population was prosperous. Otherwise, how could a small border country have gathered a hundred thousand troops to compete with Xiao Jingchen.

Judging from this market alone, it is quite peaceful and peaceful. The war does not seem to have any impact on them, as if they are living in a paradise.

At this time, her eyes fell on a vendor. The vendor's basket was full of bamboo dragonflies, and a group of children were surrounding him.

Bamboo forests are everywhere in Nanyi, and there are many bamboo products sold in the market. The bamboo dragonfly is not uncommon, but the vendor looks familiar to her.

The children happily released bamboo dragonflies. Zhuang Wan saw that the vendor also released one, and the bamboo dragonfly landed right at her feet.
Chapter completed!