Chapter 117 Vomiting Blood
Lan Wu was gently held in his arms. Although she couldn't see his expression, she could hear the sound of his heart pounding against her chest, which was definitely not fake.
Saying these words made me feel a little lighter, because keeping things that only I knew to myself kept to myself was really suffocating.
She didn't mean to upset Chu Mingheng, but he insisted on asking her. He was upset if she didn't tell him, and he always said she wasn't being honest.
Anjing let him hold her for a while, then suddenly heard him ask, "Awu, are you afraid to keep these things in your heart?"
Lan Wu paused for a moment, wanting to say she wasn't afraid, but then hesitated—how could she not be afraid? Many times when she woke up in the morning, she was afraid that it was all a dream, afraid that she had already died and entered the underworld, afraid that Chu Mingheng wasn't real, that the people around her weren't real, that everything was not real. Occasionally, she would feel disoriented, and when she encountered the same people and the same things, she would feel that she would eventually be killed.
I can only try not to think about it, and even if it's a dream, it's a good dream.
"Don't be afraid anymore, Awu, I won't let you..." Chu Mingheng hugged her tightly, but couldn't finish his sentence, as if he couldn't continue.
Lan Wu sensed something was wrong and forced her head up, only to be blocked twice in the process. When she finally managed to see Ming Heng's expression clearly, she was immediately startled.
Chu Mingheng's face was pale, seemingly devoid of color, yet his eyes were bloodshot, unable to suppress the pain. The moment he saw Lan Wu, he abruptly turned his head and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Your Majesty?" she exclaimed in surprise.
Lan Wu was so frightened by him that she trembled all over and hurriedly called for someone to come in, but Chu Mingheng wouldn't let go of her and held her tightly in his arms, and the two of them got a little blood on their bodies.
After spitting out that mouthful of blood, Chu Mingheng felt dizzy for a moment, but he forced himself not to collapse. Looking at Lan Wu's panicked and crying face, he gradually regained his strength, reached out and hugged her, and kept comforting her in a hoarse voice, saying that it was okay.
When the palace servants rushed into the hall and saw this scene, they quickly looked around and saw the bloodstains on the ground.
"Go quickly and fetch the imperial physician—go quickly!" Lan Wu said anxiously, and couldn't help but choke and cough incessantly.
Chu Mingheng, on the contrary, acted as if nothing had happened, poured her water and fed it to her.
"I was just in a hurry, it's nothing." He rinsed his mouth and let Lan Wu into the quilt without giving him any reason to resist.
"You've vomited blood!" Lan Wu's eyes burned with anxiety. She hurriedly looked outside, wondering why the imperial physician was taking so long to arrive.
Chu Mingheng nodded repeatedly, saying it was alright: "It doesn't hurt, I'm fine."
What's wrong with you?
Lan Wu frowned at him with displeasure, refusing to comply with his words and telling him to sit aside.
Chu Mingheng also went over. He propped his head up with his hand, his fingers pressed against his forehead, and stared intently at the palace carpet on the ground.
The imperial physician arrived shortly afterward.
After examining the pulse of Consort Zhen in Yilan Palace last night, the Imperial Medical Academy dared not make any mistakes. Today, upon hearing that Yilan Palace had summoned someone, they did not dare to delay for a moment and summoned two imperial physicians. After hurriedly bowing and paying their respects in the palace, they went to examine Consort Zhen's pulse.
Lan Wu quickly pointed to Chu Mingheng beside her: "Don't show it to me, quickly show it to His Majesty, His Majesty just—"
"Ahem—" Chu Mingheng interrupted her, only extending his hand while his gaze was fixed on the approaching imperial physician. "One of you come and examine me, and the other go and check Consort Zhen's pulse. She still has a fever."
Two imperial physicians quickly stepped forward in response.
It would be one thing if the two of them were taking each other's pulses, but the fact that they were both staring at each other's imperial physician was enough to send chills down one's spine.
"Is Your Majesty experiencing a surge of heart fire?" The imperial physician noticed something was wrong as soon as he took the emperor's pulse. The Imperial Physician would usually take the emperor's pulse, but the emperor's health had always been excellent. However, this time it was liver qi rising and heart blood flowing backward...
"I'm fine." Chu Mingheng knew his own body and didn't think that spitting out blood would kill him, but Lan Wu didn't think so.
Hearing his words through the gauze curtain, Lan Wu immediately retorted, anxiously asking, "Imperial Physician, don't listen to him. He just spat out blood. Will it have any effect?"
The imperial physician glanced up at the emperor's expression, and seeing that he was not angry, he said, "Since Your Majesty has already vomited out the blood that caused the qi blockage, you are mostly cured. The rest will require medication to help you recover."
Chu Mingheng raised his head slightly and casually hummed in agreement: "Go down."
He quickly turned his attention to the imperial physician who was taking Lan Wu's pulse: "How is Consort Zhen?"
"Your Majesty, it is normal for Consort Zhen to have a fever now. She will be fine after taking the medicine a few more times."
Just then, Lianxi came in carrying a bowl of medicine.
The two imperial physicians withdrew.
Lan Wu is now able to drink her medicine quite easily. Once she sees that it's no longer too hot, she holds her breath and drinks the whole bowl of medicine in one go.
It's still bitter, but it's not so unbearable.
The palace servants tidied up the mess in the hall, and seeing that His Majesty showed no sign of leaving, they withdrew.
Chu Mingheng stepped forward and pulled back the bed curtains, touching Lan Wu's forehead. It was still a little hot, but not as burning hot as it had been the night before.
"Awu, get some sleep." He said, pulling the blanket up for her.
Lan Wu held onto his hand tightly, somewhat anxiously: "Where are you going? You just vomited blood, you're the one who should be resting."
She had a gut feeling that Chu Mingheng wanted her to interrogate Zhu Qing herself, but he hadn't slept since last night, and he had been so angry just now. She was worried that something might happen to him, so she stopped him from leaving. At this moment, she regretted not finding the right time to tell him about this. She had already kept it to herself so many times, and it wouldn't matter if she kept it to herself for a little while longer, but she just couldn't hold back and blurted it all out.
Looking at the sunlight outside the window, she said, "It's almost noon, isn't it? Why don't you have your meal first and rest for a while before you leave?"
"If you don't rest, I won't rest either."
Chu Mingheng frowned slightly: "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Seeing Lan Wu's serious expression, he sighed slowly and gave up: "Alright, I'll have someone prepare the meal. You promise to get some rest."
Lan Wu nodded repeatedly.
She had thought everything through perfectly. She planned to wait until Chu Mingheng had eaten before taking a nap to recover his energy. But after hearing what Lan Wu had said, how could Chu Mingheng possibly fall asleep comfortably?
He was just lying on the couch with Lan Wu, seemingly with his eyes closed, but in reality he couldn't fall asleep at all.
Hearing the breathing beside him gradually calm down, Chu Mingheng opened his eyes. He didn't move, but just turned his head to look at Lan Wu sleeping.
He had considered many possibilities, and even Lan Wu, like him, had dreamt of believing it, but he never imagined that she would talk about "past lives and present lives".
But from this perspective, everything Lan Wu did can be explained.
As Lan Wu said, didn't he love her in his previous life?
How is that possible?
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