The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

   Chapter 551 Deterioration

  Shoukang Palace, Concubine Wan finished feeding Empress Dowager Zhou the medicine, took the warm tea handed over by Grandma 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. Aijia has Grandma Gao 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 queen 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, Minger's future wife still needs your attention."

   I don't know what the Queen Mother Zhou thought, there was a touch of pain on her face, and she said, "Forget it, Aijia can't see who it is, it didn't hurt him."

   "Queen 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 the Ai's family if you're okay, just take care of yourself. Stay in the palace, cough..."

   Several red spots have grown on the back of her hand. If they are not controlled, the red spots will grow into blisters and then fester and fester.

   Concubine Wan's eyes flashed with worry, but she didn't say much, she stood up and retired.

After    and others left, the Queen Mother Zhou sighed deeply: "I've 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 luck, the rest of the concubines were not of high birth, 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 she would not change her way to get close to Xuanyuan Qi on weekdays.

  Mother 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."

  Mother Gao knew that Empress Dowager Zhou was just disgusting, and continued: "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."

   Xuanyuan Ce has been in the palace every day for the past few days, and he doesn't talk much, just sits there 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 were broken.

   Yu Gonggong should go out to answer.

   Xuanyuan Ce frowned and asked, "How is your mother's body today?"

   Father-in-law Yu bowed and replied, "The Empress Dowager looked more energetic today, and she drank a bowl of porridge at noon, so she stopped after drinking the medicine."

  Xuanyuan Ce heaved a sigh of relief: "So 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 goes by, more and more people die in unwillingness and pain. It can be seen just by looking at the smoke above the cremation pit.

  Similarly, the atmosphere in the courtyard has become more and more low-key.

  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.

   This is the condition starting to get worse...

  Song Jingchen knew that in his current situation, the time from deterioration to death would be shorter than others.

   In addition, Song Jingchen also found that his five senses were gradually degrading, but according to what he had learned before, this situation had not occurred in the patients next to him.

   But in order not to worry Shen Yijia, he did not let her know this.

   "Master, 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. 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 he would go away anytime. 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, "Great progress."

   As if to prove that he was telling the truth, he took several more bites.

   Through the curtain, he could vaguely see his movements.

   Shen Yijia was suffocated, and tears fell in big drops.

How can    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 in a slightly lower voice, 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.

  It’s a coincidence once or twice, you can’t get it wrong again and again.

   Sure enough…

  Song Jingchen suddenly stopped drinking porridge and asked, "Are you crying?"

   In fact, he couldn't see clearly, and he couldn't even see vague shadows because of the curtains.

  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."

   It is easy to cook porridge and will not tire her.

   "Okay." Shen Yijia responded.

   After Song Jingchen finished drinking the porridge, Shen Yijia spoke with him again, and it didn't take long to hear fatigue in his voice.

  In the past, Shen Yijia couldn't notice such a subtle change.

   "Master, take a rest first, I'll see if Mo Yuan's medicine is ready."

   "The medicine will be delivered by 30,000 as soon as possible, you should go to rest."

   "Okay." Shen Yijia agreed for the first time, took the bowl and went out.

After    explained 30,000, 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 Ah Chen?"

  Shen Yijia shook her head and told her that Song Jingchen's five senses were degenerating.

   "Xianggong didn't want me to worry, he didn't say anything, I guessed it myself."

   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, he can last until his five senses are completely lost."

   At this rate of deterioration, maybe it won’t be a day, maybe tonight…

   Shen Yijia nodded: "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.)

   (end of this chapter)