After saying that, Ji Yunshu felt a sharp pain in her temples. Her whole head was buzzing, her whole body was cold, and her limbs felt weak.
Yet, he was still holding on!
"Shu 'er, what's wrong?" Wei Yi asked anxiously.
"I'm fine." She smiled and pretended that she was fine.
She didn't want Wei Yi to worry.
She shifted her gaze and noticed the books on the table beside her.
There was the Book of Rites, Luo Ci Fu, Meng Zhao …
She picked up the Book of Rites and flipped through it.
Actually, she had read a bit of this book, but she didn't finish it. Later, when she wanted to continue reading it, it was already gone. It was said that Liu Qingping had taken it to pad the corner of the kitchen table. In the end, Madam Liu saw it, pulled it out, and directly threw it into the stove to burn it.
Now that he saw it here, he couldn't help but feel nostalgic.
"These books were brought by the Grand Tutor from the library. He said that the contents would be helpful to me, so he asked me to read more. However, I've been busy with court affairs recently, so I haven't had the time to read all of them. I only flipped through them occasionally."
"The books he made you read are all very good."
"Then I'll watch it tonight."
"There's no need to rush. We'll look at it when we're free." She flipped through a few pages, but the densely packed words swayed violently in front of her eyes. They became more and more blurry, and her head became heavier and heavier.
His hands felt like they were soaked in ice water, shivering from the cold.
He shuddered and started coughing.
However, Wei Yi was worried sick. He grabbed her hand and said, "Your hand is so cold. How can you say you're fine?"
This woman was just like Jing Rong, they both liked to show off.
As she coughed, she said, "I'm really fine. I was probably drenched in the rain, so my body is still a little cold. I'll warm up after sitting down."
"Let's ask the imperial physician to take a look."
"No need … cough cough …" Before she could finish her sentence, she staggered and her wrist lost strength. The 'Book of Rites' fell from her hand and landed heavily on the ground.
At the same time, her body fell backwards and Wei Yi caught her in his arms.
She fell into his arms.
Then —
He had no strength left in him.
"Shu 'er? Shu 'er? "
Wei Yi called out to her desperately.
But she couldn't respond. The only thing she could feel was cold!
It was bone-chilling cold.
Until he lost consciousness!
Then, Wei Yi picked her up and shouted at the eunuch, "Call the imperial physician. Hurry!"
It sounded like an angry roar.
Then, he carried her into the bedroom and placed her on the bed. He brought two blankets and covered her with them. His hands kept rubbing her cold hands.
"Shu 'er?" He was so worried that his mind went blank. The only thought in his mind was that he couldn't lose her.
The face of the person on the bed became paler and paler. Her body was like a block of ice, cold to the touch.
Soon, the imperial physician arrived and examined the patient's condition.
He said, "Lord Ji's body is too weak. In addition, he hasn't had much rest for the past few days. Now that he was drenched in the rain and exposed to the wind, he couldn't take it anymore and fainted. But Your Majesty need not worry. This official will prescribe some medicine for Lord Ji to take and rest well for the night."
Only then did he feel slightly more at ease.
It was fine as long as it wasn't some chronic disease.
"Thank you, Doctor Li."
"Then this official will go and brew the medicine." The imperial physician retreated.
Wei Yi ordered his men to bring several heaters and place them beside the bed to warm Ji Yunshu's body.
After a short while, a palace maid came in with the brewed medicine.
"Give the medicine to Zhen."
The palace maid supported Ji Yunshu and Wei Yi personally fed her the medicine, one mouthful at a time.
After a while, a eunuch came in and asked, "Your Majesty, should we go out of the palace to inform Prince Rong?"
That person was probably going crazy from anxiety by now.
He looked at the unconscious Ji Yunshu and was silent for a moment. "Go tell Prince Rong that Lord Ji won't be returning today."
"Then … about Lord Ji fainting?"
"Don't say it."
"Yes."
The eunuch left.
Only the two of them were left in the bedroom.
Wei Yi held her hand tightly. He looked at her with concern and heartache. His gaze never wavered.
"Shu 'er." He called out softly.
But other than the sound of the rain outside, there was no response.
He stretched out his hand and slowly touched Ji Yunshu's deathly pale face. The moment his fingertips touched her face, he withdrew his hand.
It was as if he was afraid of disturbing Ji Yunshu's dreams.
At that moment, his mind was filled with memories of the past. "Shu 'er, do you remember the first time we met? At that time, you taught me how to write my name. I memorized every stroke. The second time we met was at the entrance of the Ji Mansion. It was snowing heavily that day. I stood by the stone lion and waited for you. It was obviously very cold, but I didn't want to leave.
But at that time, you used all kinds of autopsy knives to scare me. I was so scared that I fell to the ground. In the end, I ran away with my tail between my legs. Now that I think about it, it's funny. "
He smiled.
He continued, "Another time, at night, I piggybacked you home. You gave me directions, and I sang for you. Then, I sent you all the way back. Those things that happened in Jinjiang, between you and me, no matter how many years pass, I will never forget them."
The scenes of the two of them together flashed through his mind.
It was beautiful!
It was happy!
But …
Wei Yi's eyes were slightly red. "Now, we can never return to the past. Not only is there a wall between us, but there is also a heart between us."
A heart that you don't love!
He held back his tears and slowly bent down to kiss Ji Yunshu's forehead.
… …
Rong Estate.
It was still raining. Jing Rong stood at the entrance, waiting for Ji Yunshu.
It's already so late. Why isn't she back yet?
Lang Po said, "Your Highness, Miss Ji and His Majesty haven't seen each other for a long time. Perhaps they've forgotten the time."
Jing Rong ignored him.
Lang Po continued, "Then … should this subordinate go and take a look outside the palace?"
"…"
"Your Highness?"
"Shut up." Jing Rong glared at him. "Where's Ziran?"
"I don't know. I haven't seen him for a few days. Ever since Zijin died, he's like a shadow. Sometimes he appears, and sometimes he disappears."
Jing Rong sighed.
At this time, the palace guards arrived on horseback.
"Greetings, Your Highness."
"What's the matter?"
"His Majesty asked this subordinate to inform Your Highness that Lord Ji will be staying in the palace tonight."
What?
Jing Rong was shocked. "What did you say?"
"It was raining. The sky was getting dark, so Lord Ji stayed. His Majesty was afraid that Your Highness would be worried, so he ordered this subordinate to inform you."
Raining?
The sky was getting dark?
Was this the reason for not going home?
Jing Rong was angry and helpless.
After the guards left, his face darkened.
It was as if there was a volcano inside him that could erupt at any time.
To avoid harming the innocent, Lang Po took two steps back.
Who knew …
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