Your Majesty is so cute

Chapter 102
For the Eastern Xinjiang Dynasty, today is a day worth celebrating.Only in Yan Mansion, except for the red lanterns all over the house, which has a Chinese New Year atmosphere, there are no more.There is no laughter, no New Year's Eve dinner, and no firecrackers.The whole mansion fell into silence.

In the room, Mrs. Yan stood in front of her child all the time, looking at the child on the bed, whose breathing was gradually weakening, Mrs. Yan had to hold back her tears so that the tears could not flow down.

The medicine bestowed by the King of Dongjiang is almost used up, and the precious medicinal materials can no longer be found in Dongjiang City. What Mrs. Yan can do is to wipe her baby's stiff body with a hot water towel over and over again, Let the cold touch gradually decrease.

The wooden door outside creaked open, and Master Yan walked in with a plate of porridge and side dishes.Mr. Yan put the porridge and side dishes on the table, but only received a glance from Mrs. Yan.

Mrs. Yan still placed her child on her body, but kept wiping the child's naked chest with a hot towel in her hands.

Lord Yan sighed, walked over, reached out to hold Madam Yan's hand, and said, "Madam, go to rest and eat something, you can't take it all day without eating. Here, I'm here."

Madam Yan raised her head, met Mr. Yan's concerned expression, nodded, and gave up her seat without saying a word.

Mr. Yan sat beside the bed where Mrs. Yan had just sat on, stretched out her hand and seriously repeated Mrs. Yan's actions just now.

For a moment, the room fell into silence again.Only the occasional sound of firecrackers and dog barking from outside came into the room, driving away a trace of silence in the room.

With a towel in his hand, Mr. Yan moved carefully on his son's thin body. With a complex expression on his face, he said, "Ma'am, have you thought about it, if so, if so." Mr. Yan stopped talking halfway. Come down, he can't say the next words anyway.

Madam Yan's hand holding the bowl trembled unconsciously.

"Forget it." Lord Yan sighed again.Under the red candle, his face instantly aged a lot, and the unclear wrinkles on his face became clear.

There is joy outside, but this Yan Mansion seems to be cursed, when will it really be able to get rid of all this.

"If, back then, you hadn't done that, it would be fine. Maybe it wouldn't be like this now. All the nightmares started from that day." Madam Yan stared closely at the porridge in the bowl, trembling. Say.

"But, I did the right thing, they deserve what they deserve!" Lord Yan said firmly.

"I know that you did the right thing. For those women, you are their benefactor. So, I, I never blamed you. But obviously we did the right thing, why, why, we are always the ones who get hurt. "Madam Yan couldn't stop covering her face when she said this, and sobbed softly.

Master Yan put down the towel in distress, and hugged Mrs. Yan into his arms from behind, his expression was complicated.He also couldn't figure out this question, why everything he did was right and he had a clear conscience.But he still has to endure such a punishment from the heavens, he doesn't understand, why!
He hated, he wanted to resist, but he failed even once, and lost two children, and this is the third one!
"Whew, wheeze, wheeze, wheeze." Suddenly there was a violent panting sound from the bed, which interrupted Mrs. Yan's crying, and Mrs. Yan hurriedly knelt down beside the bed.

The chest of the child on the bed was heaving up and down violently, the sound of heavy breathing was extremely clear, and the child's face changed from blue to red.

The thin arms also began to wave unconsciously, screaming in fear.

Mrs. Yan grabbed the boy's arm with tears in her eyes, but she couldn't do anything. She could only stare blankly at the child who had suddenly changed, powerless.

On the other hand, Master Yan had a serious face, and said: "You stay on guard, I'll go find Fu Jiulang." Then he hurriedly took on his outer robe and walked out of Yan's mansion.

Yes, at this time, there is no one else who can help except Fu Jiulang!
Along the way, Lord Yan used the fastest speed, gave up the carriage, rode a horse by himself, and rushed towards Fu Jiulang's house beside the city wall.

Fortunately, today is the Chinese New Year, and the sky has begun to light up, and there are not many people on the street.Lord Yan came to Fu's residence smoothly all the way.

He knocked on the door eagerly, startling Fu old man, but he waited for the news that Fu Jiulang had left the house and was not in the house, or even where he was.

At this moment, Master Yan was undoubtedly desperate, and asked Fu Jiulang when he would come back, but he still got an answer that he didn't know.

Could it be that God really wanted me to have no children and grandchildren, and let me be treated so unfairly?

Master Yan wanted to raise his head to the sky and scream, but in the end his heart was ashamed.

It seems that everything is destined to be so.

Lord Yan reluctantly thanked him, and got on the horse, but he looked devastated.

Fu Sou looked worriedly at Master Yan's leaving back, but he couldn't do anything.

He involuntarily looked towards the distant West Mountain, but there was darkness everywhere he looked.He remembered what the young master explained, so he didn't know if he could see the young master.

Fu Sou wrapped the outer robe around his body, sighed, closed the door, and walked towards the inner courtyard.

Among the thatched cottages in the West Mountain.

Fu Jiujun was standing by the window, looking at the quiet Lin'an City outside.

After the original hustle and bustle faded away, Lin'an City was like a child, lying quietly in the night, waiting for the faint light in the sky to turn into light, bringing a new era to the people of the Eastern Xinjiang Dynasty. year.

"Fu Jiulang, what are you looking at?" Dong Lie looked at Fu Jiujun who had been standing by the window for a long time.

"I'm looking at the time. Maybe the year we're talking about tonight should be over." Fu Jiujun said lightly.

"Fu Jiulang, are you going to go down?" Dong Lie said somewhat incomprehensibly, he was really reluctant, after all, there was very little time to relax like this.

"Yes, my lord, you have to go down too." Fu Jiujun turned his head, closed the window, and said.

"Oh, what a pity, I'm a little bit reluctant to go on." Dong Lie stood up, shook his head vigorously, relaxed his body, and said.

"When this matter is resolved, the prince can still come back here." Fu Jiujun said with a smile.

Dong Lie glanced at Fu Jiujun's smile, shrugged his shoulders in disbelief, and said, "I don't believe what Fu Jiulang said. I'm afraid that after this incident, my king's life will become even more difficult."

"It seems that the lord knows what's going on. The lord is really smart, he deserves to be the fifth lord." Fu Jiujun cupped his hands and said with a smile.

"Are you praising me for guessing what happened when I went down the mountain today? Or are you praising me for having the foresight to realize in advance that life will be more difficult in the future?"

"Yes, as long as the prince is happy."

"Then, this king, I don't feel happy."

(End of this chapter)