Chapter 125: Whether you are sick or not, it depends on Jiang Qingyue's words
Sun Shangqing is back?
Jiang Qingyue had been worrying about the medicinal herbs in the first half of the night. She even wanted to wait until dawn to ask Chu Hean for help.
After all, if the medicinal materials are brought, everyone can save their lives.
But if there are no medicinal herbs, everyone will die.
Chu Hean may not be good at other things, but he is definitely afraid of death.
As long as she speaks more seriously, Chu Hean will probably agree.
But unexpectedly, Manager Sun dared to come back.
Jiang Qingyue ran out of the tent and saw that there were already many people gathered there.
Seeing her coming, Sun Shangqing quickly took two steps forward to greet her.
"Stand still, don't come over here."
Jiang Qingyue glanced at the three or four carriages behind him and asked, "What medicinal materials did you receive?"
Sun Shangqing answered one by one, and Jiang Qingyue became more and more satisfied.
Except for the Jade Maiden Grass, these are all the medicinal herbs she needs.
Jiang Qingyue asked Yuxiao to take Manager Sun to move the medicinal materials to the outside of Xie Lingyun's bank for storage. Xu Yan brought two people to help, and took the opportunity to finally tell her Chu Hean's instructions quietly.
"Miss Third, please help convey this to General Xie. If General Xie has any instructions, I will have no complaints."
Jiang Qingyue nodded, "I understand. When your prince asks about it later, just tell him that Xie Lingyun has been suffering from the plague for seven or eight days and that I am doing my best to treat him. However, he has injuries, so it will be more difficult to treat him."
Xu Yan said goodbye and left, but turned around and saw Chu Hean standing in the distance, his peach blossom eyes staring at him intently.
His heart sank suddenly, but he showed nothing on his face.
"Your Majesty."
"What did you say to her just now?"
Xu Yan lowered his head, his expression couldn't be seen clearly, but his tone was the same as usual.
He told Chu Hean what Jiang Qingyue had just said. He heard that Xie Lingyun had been ill for seven or eight days, and that was when Chu Hean first came outside the city and shared a tent with him. Chu Hean wanted to cut Xie Lingyun into pieces.
"Let Jiang Qingyue come and see me later."
Xu Yan responded.
Chu Hean, who was about to leave, glanced at Xu Yan coldly.
"I don't need you to urge me on what to do, right?"
Xu Yan said with a stiff upper lip: "I understand."
Although he had given the order, Chu Hean seemed to not trust Xu Yan and called on others to follow Xu Yan.
Afterwards, Chu Hean returned to his tent with peace of mind.
When the common people knew that they had medicinal herbs, they all wanted to come and help, but those few foreigners hid at the back, and Jiang Qingyue couldn't see their expressions clearly.
After Jiang Qingyue finished dealing with the medicinal herbs and was about to go back to Xie Lingyun, she was stopped by Xu Yan.
"The prince asked Miss San to come over for a consultation."
Jiang Qingyue glanced over there and said, "Got it. I'll go back and get some medicine."
When they were talking, there were also Chu Hean's other guards. She said this to these people, but only Xu Yan knew what Jiang Qingyue meant.
When I entered the tent, I saw Xie Lingyun trying hard to stay awake.
"Have the herbs arrived?"
Jiang Qingyue nodded.
"Why aren't you sleeping?"
Xie Lingyun was clearly feeling very heavy and his eyelids were almost unable to lift, but he kept holding on, just to ask about the situation outside.
Now that he is ill, none of his people are allowed to enter. Jiang Qingyue is the only one accompanying him in the tent.
If he wanted to ask, he could only ask Jiang Qingyue.
Jiang Qingyue said a few simple words, and while he was still in good spirits, she told him about Xu Yan.
The man who was originally drowsy suddenly became more cold and solemn.
"Want to kill me? He's not qualified enough."
Jiang Qingyue put away the silver needle she had used on Xie Lingyun and asked, "How about I let him get infected with the plague too?"
Xie Lingyun shook his head. "That's not necessary. If he gets sick too, Concubine Wan won't let you go."
He pondered for a moment and whispered a few words to Jiang Qingyue.
Jiang Qingyue nodded, then took the things and went to Chu Hean.
Chu Hean lay on the soft couch with a lazy posture.
The people outside couldn't even get enough food to eat, but there were fruits and cakes on the table in front of him.
He was only concerned with his own enjoyment!
Jiang Qingyue was already furious, but she couldn't say anything.
Facing Chu Hean, she could only bow humbly.
"Meet the prince."
In the past, Chu Hean always took off her veil in her tent. But when she saw her today, she was still wearing the veil.
Jiang Qingyue sneered in her heart.
He is really afraid of death.
"Have you washed your hands?"
Jiang Qingyue nodded, "Don't worry, Your Majesty. I have cleaned my hands and fumigated my clothes."
Chu Hean pointed at the screen over there.
"There's a new set of clothes in the back. Come back after you've changed."
Jiang Qingyue knew that he was cautious, but she didn't expect him to be so well prepared.
She walked to the screen and saw a new set of clothes there.
She glanced outside the screen and could vaguely see the person on the couch.
This silk screen is semi-transparent.
At this time, Chu Hean's voice came.
"Why, you don't like your new clothes?"
Jiang Qingyue's eyes and heart sank. She took off her outer clothes and put on the new one.
Through the hazy silk screen, Jiang Qingyue's beautiful figure becomes even more attractive.
Chu Hean wanted to go over and have fun with her several times, but he gave up because he was disgusted by the sick smell on her clothes.
After she changed her clothes, she was allowed to come forward.
When they got there, Jiang Qingyue wanted to take his pulse, but Chu Hean glanced at her but didn't move.
"Your Majesty?"
Chu Hean's eyes looked at her unscrupulously, making Jiang Qingyue feel uncomfortable.
"This dress suits you."
She bowed her head in thanks, "Your Majesty has good taste."
Chu Hean stared at him for a long while before he slowly spoke, "You've been with Xie Lingyun every day, how could you not know he's been ill for seven or eight days?"
"I stayed in the prince's tent only to treat his deputy general. I didn't have much contact with him, so I didn't know he was sick. If his subordinates hadn't found me, I probably wouldn't have discovered it."
Jiang Qingyue said this frankly and did not lie.
Chu Hean couldn't see anything unusual, so he started to find fault elsewhere.
"You're living with him before you even get married. You really don't care about your reputation at all."
Jiang Qingyue laughed softly.
"After all, our two families are relatives. Lady Xuanping is my aunt and treats me very well. I will definitely save the prince's life."
She looked straight at Chu Hean.
"Besides, I am a doctor. Everyone here is just a patient to me."
Chu Hean smiled.
"What about this king?"
"It's the same with the prince."
The smile in Chu Hean's eyes gradually cooled.
"Jiang Qingyue, you are going to marry into the Seventh Prince's Mansion, so you'd better keep your duties. If this prince finds out that you are not clean, you and Jiang Wanyin will both die."
Jiang Qingyue lowered her eyes, "Don't worry, Your Majesty, I know how to love myself."
Only then did Chu Hean nod and let her come forward to take his pulse.
He has been staying in the tent all the time, and has little contact with many people on weekdays. His food is different from everyone else's, but his health is better than anyone else here.
There's no way he could be sick.
But whether he is sick or not is not up to him to decide, only Jiang Qingyue’s decision counts.
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