Despite the pain in his leg, Ye Shangzhou hugged Qiao Zhen gently this time. "You are also a treasure, a big treasure and a little treasure."
Qiao Zhen wiped the sweat from Ye Shangzhou's forehead with a handkerchief, her eyes full of worry, "I don't know how long this rain will last. It breaks my heart to see you like this."
According to a normal person's thought process, Ye Shangzhou should be smiling nonchalantly now, then enduring the pain in his leg muscles to comfort Qiao Zhen, "It's okay, it just hurts a little. It won't hurt anymore after this rain, so don't worry about me."
However, the above paragraph is impossible.
When Ye Shangzhou heard Qiao Zhen's concern for him, his eyes welled up with tears. Although his face was contorted with pain, he held back his tears and used his expressive eyes to frantically hint at his grievances and his need for comfort.
A hint of helplessness flashed in Qiao Zhen's eyes. She took off her shoes, knelt down beside Ye Shangzhou, and leaned in to hug him. "Are you feeling any better now?"
Ye Shangzhou buried his head in Qiao Zhen's neck and took a deep breath of her faint fragrance. "Who says good medicine tastes bitter? In my opinion, A-Zhen is the best medicine, both fragrant and delicious."
A virtual black line appeared across her forehead.
Qiao Zhen gently pushed Ye Shangzhou's head away with her fingertips. "In my opinion, you're not in enough pain, otherwise how could you still have the energy to joke with me?"
"Ugh..." Ye Shangzhou's sword-like eyebrows furrowed, and a muffled cry of pain escaped from between his teeth.
Qiao Zhen frowned unconsciously again. She coaxed in a gentle voice, "Let's call the imperial physician. Although you've been in pain before, this time it's really quite serious. Even just getting some medicine to ease the pain in your leg would be helpful."
Ye Shangzhou's already furrowed brows even more tightly. "No need, just bear with it."
Qiao Zhen grabbed his wrist, selectively ignoring him, and said, "Someone, summon the imperial physician."
She took the opportunity to check Ye Shangzhou's pulse and found that he was strong and healthy, and there should be no problem with his body. The only explanation was his leg.
Xiao Ling: [Just a heads up, his leg pain only lasted a few months, but then he was completely fine.]
Qiao Zhen: 【Σ(°△°|||)︴Don't try to fool me just because I haven't read many books.】
Xiao Ling: [Who's lying to you! His leg was already severely poisoned, and then you put a few more elixirs in his tea. Now his leg is automatically digesting the elixirs, and the interaction between the elixirs and the poison is causing him pain. The more pain he experiences, the stronger the interaction between the elixirs and the poison, and the greater the chance his leg will recover. This pain is only in the early stages; if he can't endure it, he'll die. You should think of ways to help him persevere. Oh, and by the way, don't let him drink any more medicine. What if the effects of the medicine interact even more negatively?]
Qiao Zhen: [Oh...] So the effects of the elixir have a delay; she was ignorant of that.
Then she doesn't need to seduce Xun Yin anymore.
Ye Shangzhou shouted, "Get back here! No need to summon the imperial physician, whoever comes will be executed!"
Qiao Zhen lightly patted Ye Shangzhou's forehead. "You seemed to be getting more tolerant, but that all vanishes when something happens." She gave Ye Shangzhou a four-word evaluation without any sarcasm: "Unreliable."
Seeing that Ye Shangzhou's expression hadn't softened, she said gently, "Alright, there's no need to call the imperial physician. I'll just massage your legs, is that alright?"
Nightfall remained silent.
Qiao Zhen climbed to the foot of the bed, crossed her legs and placed Ye Shangzhou's legs on her own, kneading them with just the right amount of pressure. "It will hurt a little, but it will be fine after a while."
Looking at Qiao Zhen's serious expression, Ye Shangzhou felt his heart overflowing with emotion.
As Xiao Ling said, although the autumn rain only lasted for five days, Ye Shangzhou's leg still hurt terribly when the sun broke through the clouds. Ye Huaijin had already taken care of all the memorials.
In the blink of an eye, it was the 15th of October, and Ye Shangzhou's leg pain became even more severe. If before it only made the veins on his forehead bulge, now the pain was so intense that he was somewhat delirious.
In just half a month, Ye Shangzhou had lost a lot of weight due to the pain. His cheekbones were protruding, and his complexion was not as good as before.
Qiao Zhen often saw Ye Shangzhou staring blankly into the distance, only his eyes showing any light when she spoke close to his ear. "Your Majesty?"
Ye Shangzhou's ink beads moved slightly, then he turned to look at Qiao Zhen. He forced a smile, but his expression was extremely stiff. "I'm fine."
Qiao Zhen felt heartbroken but was powerless to help. She placed the food tray on the table, then picked up Ye Shangzhou and made him sit down, habitually placing a soft pillow behind him. "It's noon, let's eat something."
Ye Shangzhou held Qiao Zhen's hand, wanting to say a few words of comfort, but found that his hand was trembling badly. Afraid of accidentally hurting Qiao Zhen, he loosened his grip.
The pain is in my legs, but the torment is in my nerves.
Qiao Zhen grasped his trembling hand, "Just bear with it a little longer, and everything will be alright."
Seeing Qiao Zhen's worried expression, Ye Shangzhou raised his finger and poked her cheek, blaming himself, "You haven't smiled in a long time, it's all my fault."
Just one sentence brought Qiao Zhen to the brink of tears. What did she do to deserve this... that a tyrannical ruler with no ties to anything would care about her little smile?
Qiao Zhen felt a sharp pain on the tip of her nose, and tears welled up in her eyes. Before she could force them back, they fell. She said defiantly, "What's so funny?! I don't like to laugh!"
Ye Shangzhou felt a damp, cool sensation on his hands, and a heavy, oppressive feeling settled in his chest, as if a large stone was pressing down on him, making it hard to breathe. He pressed his hands against his chest a few times, but the feeling didn't ease. He raised his hand to wipe away the tears on Qiao Zhen's face. "Don't cry. When you cry, I feel even worse than when my legs hurt."
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