Chapter 3327 Concubine is here
Nan Yan said anxiously: "Your Majesty has a headache, think about what to do!"
He Yi asked, "Headache? Why do you have a headache?"
Seeing Zhu Feng struggling in pain, Nan Yan was so anxious that sweat poured down her face. She hugged him and tried her best to stop him from struggling and hurting himself, while saying, "Just now when we talked about the old uncle, the emperor suddenly had a splitting headache. You must find a solution quickly!"
“…”
He Yi's breathing seemed to stop for a moment.
He looked at Zhu Feng's pale face and sweaty expression, thought for a moment, then turned back and instructed Xiao Shunzi, "Eunuch Shun, please help me get the package of silver needles I used before."
Xiao Shunzi was so anxious that he kept stamping his feet. When he heard this, he quickly turned around and left.
After a while, he brought over a silver needle.
He Yi was also sweating profusely at this time. He had the struggling Zhu Feng carried to the bed, then took out a silver needle to disinfect it. He looked at the needle tip in the flickering candlelight, then took a deep breath and said, "I will first give the emperor acupuncture to calm him down."
After saying that, he pointed the silver needle at a spot on Zhu Feng's head.
At the moment when the needle tip was about to pierce Zhu Feng's flesh, the cold light flashing from the needle tip also pierced Nan Yan's eyes. She suddenly said, "Wait a minute!"
“……!”
He Yi's hand trembled and he looked up at her.
Nan Yan also looked at him. Although she was still sweating profusely and her body was shaking, and even her voice was trembling when she spoke, her tone was incomparably low and firm: "Do you want to use a needle?"
He Yi was stunned for a moment: "My Lady..."
Nan Yan said, "The Emperor has had a fever all day, and now he's been traumatized by the passing of his uncle, and the cold wind has blown him, so naturally he has a headache. But I don't think acupuncture is necessary. You should first have your servants brew a calming medicine so that the Emperor can get some sleep."
He Yi frowned: "But your Majesty, the Emperor is like this now——"
While the two were talking, Zhu Feng's brows were furrowed, and a look of pain appeared on his face.
But, after all, he came from a military background, and patience was in his nature. Even if the pain penetrated deep into his bones, he would not easily say a word. The cold sweat just fell drop by drop on his forehead, and soon the pillow was wet.
Nan Yan also saw it.
But she still insisted, "I'll make the decision. Let the emperor sleep first. If anything happens, I'll take full responsibility!"
He Yi was still a little hesitant when he heard this, but Xiao Shunzi, who was standing beside him, observed his expression for a moment and seemed to understand a little. He stepped forward and gently tugged at He Yi's sleeve, moving the silver needle in his hand further away from the emperor. Then he said softly, "Master He Yi, please obey the Empress's orders."
He Yi looked at them for a long time, sighed deeply, and put the needle away.
Nan Yan also breathed a sigh of relief.
Then, He Yi arranged to boil the medicine according to her instructions, while Nan Yan sat at the head of the bed, holding Zhu Feng, who was sobbing and struggling in pain, tightly in her arms. She said in a deep voice with all her strength, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, please be patient. So many years have passed. At this point, what is there that Your Majesty cannot endure?"
Zhu Feng let out a beast-like growl from his throat in pain.
Nan Yan gritted her teeth and continued to whisper slowly in his ear: "Those things happened in the past because I was not with the emperor; but now that I am here, I will not allow such things to happen again. Your Majesty, be obedient. I am here, I am here..."
Xiao Shunzi was watching from the side and originally wanted to go forward to help the imperial concubine stop the emperor's struggle.
But, perhaps because he was almost losing consciousness from the pain, or because he was tired from struggling, or perhaps because the imperial concubine's comfort really reached the emperor's ears, he actually slowly calmed down. Although his expression still showed that he was in great pain, Zhu Feng turned over and buried his head and face completely in Nan Yan's arms. His big hands held her waist tightly like iron clamps, and his whole body curled up like a fragile baby.
Nan Yan hugged him tighter and murmured, "It's okay, I'm here, I'm here."
Xiao Shunzi didn't understand the relationship between men and women, but at this moment, he felt his eyes burning and his heart boiling for some reason, so he quietly left the tent.
So, only the emperor and the imperial concubine were left, hugging each other quietly.
After a long time, it was heard that Chen Zixiao came to ask for a meeting, but Xiao Shunzi directly blocked him outside the tent. It was not until dawn that Heyi brought a bowl of thick medicine. Nan Yan took it and drank a sip first. It was so bitter that her brows were twisted into a line. After a while, she brought it to Zhu Feng's mouth.
Zhu Feng seemed to be still a little dazed, but he also drank half a bowl.
Then, he curled up in the concubine's arms and fell asleep.
Soon it was dawn. Although Zhu Feng had not woken up yet and she had been up all night, Nan Yan still cheered up and ordered her subordinates to escort the coffin back to Handongwei first. She originally wanted to let Chen Zixiao and Heyi escort the coffin back together, but Heyi insisted on staying, fearing that the emperor's condition would fluctuate. Nan Yan thought about it and it made sense, so she kept him, but he was not allowed to enter the emperor's tent without being summoned to disturb his rest. Then she left Fang Buyuan and his men to guard here.
This stay lasted until evening.
Nan Yan hadn't slept for almost two days and two nights. At this time, her energy was almost at its limit, but she still forced herself to stay awake and guard Zhu Feng on the bed.
She didn't know how long it had passed. She was a little dazed and about to fall asleep when she heard a soft murmur from the quiet tent. She raised her eyelids and saw Zhu Feng lying on the bed, his pale lips slightly opening and closing as he said, "No, no... Please, please don't..."
When Nan Yan saw him like this, she couldn't help but recall the first time she kept watch for him when she was still a palace maid.
But this time, Zhu Feng's condition was obviously much more serious than before.
I saw him mumbling while opening his mouth and gasping for breath, as if something was strangling his neck, making it difficult for him to breathe. After a while, his face turned purple.
At this time, he, who had calmed down a lot, began to struggle again.
Seeing him like this, Nan Yan hurriedly reached out and hugged him, whispering, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, wake up!"
Zhu Feng frowned and shook his head desperately as if trying to shake something off. Finally, after a moment of suffocation, he suddenly opened his eyes and said, "No!"
He nearly fell off the bed.
Nan Yan hurriedly protected him with both hands and said anxiously: "Your Majesty, how are you?"
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