Chapter 3
Ye Xiaoyuan was frightened by his expression as if he wanted to vomit out all his internal organs, and hurriedly patted his back.
The little prince's thin back trembled under his palm, and he could almost feel the bones that were too hard. Ye Xiaoyuan wanted to take his place, "Your Highness has suffered..."
After a while, the little prince vomited so much that he didn't even have the strength to raise his head. He lay in his arms and said aggrievedly, "It's so bitter... much bitterer than last time... Ye Banban, I don't want to drink anymore."
Ye Xiaoyuan: "Your Highness, how can you get better without taking medicine?"
"I'm not feeling bad. I'll be fine tomorrow."
This is the truth. The disease simulated by the simulator will disappear perfectly when the time comes. It will not have any impact on whether he takes medicine or not.
Ye Xiaoyuan wanted to persuade him again, but the little prince suddenly raised his head and met those wet, innocent and clean eyes that were full of pleading. He looked so pitiful that his heart softened immediately and he couldn't utter a word of refusal.
He raised his hand and touched Qu Watanabe's head. It was still hot, but he looked much better.
"Okay." He compromised.
At worst, he could just keep watch at night and get up a few more times to check on His Highness.
"Then I will keep this bowl of medicine for Your Highness."
Qu Watanabe: “…”
There is no need to be so frugal.
He thought for a moment and said, "Ye Banban, where is the person who came today?"
"In the kitchen, where they are cooking medicine. It's warmer because the heat is dissipating."
"I want to go over and give him this bowl of medicine."
Ye Xiaoyuan showed a look of disapproval: "Your Highness..."
"Is Ye Banban going to disagree again?" Her long curly eyelashes drooped, looking lost.
With the experience of his previous life in mind, Qu Dubian did not feel embarrassed at all when attacking Ye Banban, a 15 or 16-year-old boy who had just entered high school in his previous life.
What is shameless? He is obviously less than three years old, still a baby!
Facts have proved that as long as Qu Watanabe is willing, anyone who likes him will not be able to resist this. You may be his fan in the previous life, but in this life you are a eunuch nanny with no resistance.
In less than three minutes, Ye Xiaoyuan surrendered.
He wrapped Qu Dubian into a ball with two thick blankets and held him in his arms.
Then he held the little prince in one hand and the medicine bowl in the other, and walked steadily. Not only did no wind blow to the little prince under the blanket, but even the medicine did not spill.
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Kitchenette.
It's empty here and is basically unused except for heating up leftovers.
The eunuch curled up in the corner in a semi-comatose state, his lips were chapped and red from the fever, he almost thought he was going to die. He didn't die in the ice and snow, he died in the kitchen.
In a trance, his mouth seemed to be pinched by someone, and then warm and bitter medicine was poured into it.
He tried his best to swallow the medicine and struggled to open his eyes.
Eunuch Ye was holding a child in his arms, with only his eyes showing. When he saw the child open his eyes, he was obviously relieved, and his eyes curved like crescents: "You're awake."
The young eunuch was stunned by the real smell of medicine in his mouth. It turned out that it was not an illusion.
No response, could it be that he was burned out? Qu Duanbian was suspicious and asked, "What's your last name? Do you have a name?"
The young eunuch seemed to have just come to his senses. Seeing that he was about to kneel down, Qu Dubian quickly stopped him, "No need to do that."
Ye Xiaoyuan reminded: "Your Highness, eunuchs in this dynasty must change their names when they enter the palace, and they can no longer use their family names. Only when they have grace or great merit can they be given their family names."
There really was no human rights in ancient times. Once you entered the palace, even your family name was taken away.
The young eunuch stopped moving, lowered his eyes, afraid of offending him, and whispered, "My family name is Qi, and I haven't been given a proper name since entering the palace."
Qu Dubian shrank into Ye Banban's arms, tilted his head and thought for a while: "Winter is really too cold, how about you call me Wen Xiaochun from now on."
He gave himself a thumbs up. Warm Spring, this name is more suitable for a two-year-old child! Ye Xiaoyuan listened with a smile on his face. The little prince and the queen are indeed mother and son. The format of their names is the same.
"Thank you for the name, Your Highness," the young eunuch said, "From now on, I will be called Wen Xiaochun."
After feeding the medicine to the future potential longevity stock, Qu Dubian returned to the bedroom contentedly. Ye Xiaoyuan touched his hand, which was still warm, indicating that he had not caught a cold. He touched his head again, and found that the temperature had dropped a little compared to before.
He felt a little relieved, poured a cup of hot water and asked the little prince to drink it before letting him go to bed.
After guarding the bed for a while and seeing that the little prince seemed to have fallen asleep, he tucked in the quilt and went to the kitchen again.
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Ye Xiaoyuan squatted in front of Wen Xiaochun. His expression was not as gentle as before. He looked at this guy who was given medicine and a name by His Highness with almost indifference.
After a long while, he finally spoke: "You can see that there are only me and the little prince in Ju'an Palace. We are short of food and clothing. The servants with status and prestige live better than this."
"The medicine I gave you today was something I requested for your Highness. To the masters of other palaces, a dose of medicine is nothing, but in Ju'an Palace it is a very precious thing. Your Highness himself still has a fever, but he gave you the medicine."
"Whether you stay or leave after you get better, you must remember the favor you showed me today."
A person with such stubborn eyes, who grabbed his ankle tightly and shouted for help when he was dying, and seized every opportunity to survive, Ye Xiaoyuan didn't think that such a person had no ambition in his heart.
People always move up, and Ju'an Hall has no future. Even if this person leaves, it can be considered a good relationship.
He left a steamed bun and a bowl of hot water, and said, "Get well soon and teach His Highness some martial arts."
After he left, Wen Xiaochun reached out and ate the cold steamed bun bite by bite. Finally, he almost wolfed it down, gulping down the hot water, and only then did he feel some warmth in his body.
Wen Xiaochun did not lie, he did know martial arts, and he learned it secretly outside a martial arts gym.
A year ago, he killed his heartless gambler father with a wooden spike, snatched his mother back from the brothel and fled all the way to the capital. However, his mother was afraid of his bloody appearance, so she sold him to a human trafficker. After getting some money, she ran away with another man.
He failed to develop internal strength, and the boxing skills he learned were nothing compared to the knockout drug. He was passed around by human traffickers, and later by chance he entered the palace and became a eunuch.
Beaten, sold, abandoned, and bullied.
Until just now.
Only then did he feel a little warmth from the little prince's clean and soft eyes.
Wen Xiaochun lifted the tattered quilt, climbed up from the ground with difficulty, and kowtowed three times towards the bedroom with dim lights on.
【Character: Wen Xiaochun
Favorability: 38]
The sleeping child turned over in the bedroom bed.
He should thank the person who intended to harm him with medicine. Not only did he give him an additional disease type to write about, but he also provided him with medicine to improve his favorability.
And so, another day passed.
Only when the life countdown reached 1, Qu Watanabe was allowed to jump on the ground.
Naturally, he couldn't drink the remaining two doses of medicine, so he asked Ye Xiaoyuan to boil the two doses of medicine as well and let Wen Xiaochun drink them.
After taking the three prescriptions, Wen Xiaochun recovered visibly and survived this ordeal. He has a good physique and can now help with the work.
Qu Dubian couldn't wait to call him over to teach him Tai Chi, and the two of them got into position in the bedroom.
"Let's get started."
Wen Xiaochun responded with a "good" and tried it out first. His posture was very standard and his foundation was very solid.
Ye Banban is his lucky star.
Qu Dubian sighed and started practicing seriously.
Although his body was weak now, his dancing talent from his previous life was still there, and he soon began to dance quite well. His first two times were so unstandard that he heard a sound from the simulator only on the third time.
[Successfully check in for daily martial arts practice, life span +1]
[Remaining lifespan: 2 days]
Qu Dubian breathed a sigh of relief, and amid the praises from Ye Banban and Wen Xiaochun, he sat down on the ground, sweating profusely from exhaustion.
He finally succeeded in punching the card. If he hadn't succeeded, he would have turned into a hard little corpse tomorrow.
Ye Xiaoyuan wiped his face with a handkerchief, and seeing that his face finally had some color, he thought that practicing martial arts would be a good idea.
"Your Highness, you must be hungry. The food is still hot."
Qu Duan nodded and waved to the quiet eunuch behind him, "Xiaochun, you come too."
Wen Xiaochun was stunned, and subconsciously smiled at the young prince's sparkling eyes, and responded in a low voice. Ye Xiaoyuan reluctantly recognized the newcomer and gave him his share of food, but they could not go out to eat until they had served the young prince.
While eating, Qu Dubian asked, "Have you run out of medicinal materials?"
"Well, the last painting is also for Xiaochun."
Qu Duanbian thought for a moment and said, "Go to the Imperial Hospital again and get more until they stop giving me money. Then say that I am still sick and my condition has become more serious."
"Pah, pah, pah, His Highness will not be sick. Besides... the possibility given by the Imperial Hospital is very small."
Qu Watanabe: "Ye Banban, go ask. If he doesn't give it to you, come back. It's a good thing to store more medicinal materials."
What he thought in his mind was that if the person who wanted to harm him was not giving up, he would continue to give him drugs, and then these drugs would be evidence.
In his current situation, no one supports him at all. The only thing he can do now is to hold the evidence in his hand and wait for the right opportunity to retaliate.
"Okay," Ye Xiaoyuan agreed.
In the next half month, Ye Xiaoyuan went to get medicine every day, and the Imperial Hospital actually gave him medicine, but only one dose a day, no more. Even so, it was enough to surprise Ye Xiaoyuan, and he wished he could keep getting it like this.
He hid the herbs in the cupboard like a hamster hoarding food.
Qu Watanabe didn't pay much attention to these things. He tried hard to get used to the pronunciation of the official language of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Finally, he completely integrated his memory and body instincts. He no longer had to think about whether the pronunciation was correct before speaking.
He can barely be considered an illiterate person who can speak but cannot read.
In addition, the words "1 day remaining life" that he sees every day when he opens his eyes are like fire on his butt, giving him unparalleled self-discipline.
After punching in persistently for half a month, my body gradually gained strength, and the simulator finally started its first lottery!
[It has been 15 days since I started practicing martial arts. I will reset the number and start a new round. Do I want to participate in the lucky draw? 】
Qu Watanabe washed his hands solemnly. Although he didn't know what was in the lottery pool, he sincerely hoped it was the life span value.
lottery!
[Lottery in progress...]
【Congratulations! You won the one-time prank dream x2!
Function introduction: You are the dreamer who sets the dream, and you can designate a friend to play a harmless prank! 】
[The prize has been placed in the simulator backpack]
Qu Watanabe: “…”
He fell on the bed with his eyes blank.
What a useless thing.
After a while, he turned over and began to think. In this imperial city, the most powerful person was his stepfather. If he could get his stepfather's attention, his life would become better in no time.
Why not let his cheap dad see him in his dream and call upon the cheap father-son relationship?
No, no!
What if the father-son relationship is not aroused, and his stepfather instead thinks he is a monster and kills him?
Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he ran out quickly, shouting to Ye Xiaoyuan who was sweeping snow in the yard: "Ye Banban! I want to ask you something!"
“Here it comes!”
Ye Xiaoyuan let Wen Xiaochun sweep by himself first, blew on his hands, and went into the room: "Your Highness, do you have any instructions?"
Qu Watanabe: "Ye Banban, my mother and my father don't have a good relationship, right? Otherwise, why didn't my father come to see me?"
In the memory of this body, Ye Banban only told him that his mother was a very gentle person, but he didn't mention anything else. He had to figure out why the original owner was not favored and was thrown into this godforsaken place.
Ye Xiaoyuan subconsciously wanted to hide it.
Qu Watanabe tugged at his sleeve: "Ye Banban, don't lie to me. I want to know."
Ye Xiaoyuan was completely defeated by Qu Dubian's coquettish offensive.
He sighed. After the little prince was sick, he became much more lively.
The reason why the little prince was thrown into Ju'an Hall is actually no secret, and many people in the palace know it.
He thought about it and decided to blur the secret and tell it to the children as a story.
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Purple Palace.
Emperor Chongzhao ascended the throne at the age of 22. It has been eight years since then. He has seven princes and one princess.
The good looks of the Qu royal family have been passed down from generation to generation. Although Emperor Chongzhao is already in his thirties, he still maintains a good figure and handsome features.
The emperor, who was in his prime, was cleaning up the mess left by the previous emperor and gradually strengthening his control over the court.
He finished dealing with a pile of memorials, put down his pen, and stretched out his hand to stretch his wrist.
The chief eunuch, Eunuch Yu, immediately handed over a cup of cold tea. The current emperor does not like hot tea, so even though it is the coldest time of the year, he wants it cold.
Two years ago, a new eunuch did not know the rules and served hot tea. He was punished and sent to the slave warehouse for reallocation that day. I'm afraid he would not have a good ending.
"Your Majesty, the Imperial Concubine sent someone to deliver the lotus cake, which is now in the side hall."
Emperor Chongzhao took a sip of tea and said, "I'm not hungry."
He drank half a cup of tea, opened the window and looked out, smiling a little: "Auspicious snow indicates a good harvest, and the people will have a good harvest next year."
Eunuch Yu: "Isn't it? It's all thanks to the emperor's hard work and dedication."
The cold air outside rushed in, sweeping away the stuffiness in the room. Emperor Chongzhao breathed a sigh of relief, and felt his mind was much clearer: "The weather is getting colder, and the charcoal quotas for each palace can be increased."
"Your Majesty, please be merciful. I will do it right away!"
When he lowered his head and prepared to leave, he heard a hesitant voice: "...Wait."
Eunuch Yu waited quietly for his instructions.
Emperor Chong Zhao stood in front of the window, tapping the window sill with his fingertips, and was silent for a few seconds: "Add more children to the palace. Don't say it was my order."
Eunuch Yu was surprised and asked tentatively, "Do you need me to take a look?"
Emperor Chongzhao shook his head.
There was only an almost unnoticeable sigh left, "It's been almost three years..."
Eunuch Yu stepped back, turned around, gently closed the palace door, asked his apprentice to go in and serve, then stood in front of the palace door, looking at the high steps, and suddenly felt a little emotional.
The Seventh Prince who lived in Ju'an Palace was the child of Concubine Yun. At that time, Concubine Yun was the most favored and cared for by an emperor.
After Concubine Yun became pregnant, someone from the Astronomical Bureau came to report to His Majesty, saying that the child in Concubine Yun's belly was the reincarnation of an evil fetus and was deeply sinful. If born, the child would kill Concubine Yun.
Concubine Yun didn't believe it. Although His Majesty was worried, he could only ask people to take good care of the child. Unexpectedly, Concubine Yun really died of dystocia in the end. She only had time to give the child a name before she passed away.
Your Majesty was so grief-stricken that he suspended court for three days.
The head of the Astronomy Department further suggested: Concubine Yun's son must stay away from His Majesty for three years and observe mourning in a secluded place. Only after the evil energy in his body is eliminated can Concubine Yun be reincarnated safely and live a wealthy and healthy life.
His Majesty then ordered the Seventh Prince and the palace maids and servants who served him to move to Ju'an Palace. Whether out of resentment or disgust, His Majesty never asked about the child's situation again after that.
It has been almost three years, and Eunuch Yu thought that Your Majesty had forgotten.
I didn't expect that His Majesty still remembered that child.
There are so many women in the harem who have given birth to children for His Majesty, and they are jealous of each other in all kinds of ways, but none of them is as good as Concubine Yun who has been dead for three years. Even though her children are no longer by his lap and there is not much father-son love between them, they are still missed.
Also, how can the living compare with the dead?
Eunuch Yu straightened his clothes, flicked his whisk, and walked while thinking about adding charcoal to the Ju'an Hall.
His Majesty did not ask about the young prince, but as His Majesty's chief eunuch, he had heard from the bastards under his command several times that he was not living a good life.
Eunuch Yu and everyone in the palace knew very well how unlucky it was for a prince to be accused of killing his mother and being the reincarnation of an evil fetus. It was not certain whether he would be able to leave Ju'an Palace after the age of three.
Even if His Majesty remembers, so what? As long as His Majesty's grudge is not resolved, the little prince will never be loved by his father.
Speaking of adding charcoal to the fire today, I'm afraid that's already the limit.
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