"Oh?" Shu Chengfeng nodded. "It seems that things here are not complicated."
"Indeed, these are all memorials from Prefect Zhou. Although the two counties cannot be self-sufficient, they are not so starving as to be filled with corpses everywhere," the man said.
"Well, it's hard to say what will happen with today's rain." Shu Chengfeng was also a man of common sense.
The man glanced outside; it was pitch black, the rain was pouring down, and the flowers and trees were swaying wildly in the wind and rain.
It looked like something with bared teeth and claws.
“Your Highness is right, but if it stops soon, there should be no problem,” the man said.
"You've worked hard too, go and rest first. I'll see how things go tomorrow," Shu Chengfeng said.
The man quickly retreated.
Afterwards, Yan Nangui ate a hot meal and felt tired. He went to bed and fell asleep quickly.
I woke up because of the heat before midnight.
I initially thought it was because of the heat in the south, but when I opened my eyes, I realized something was wrong.
It wasn't the weather that was hot; she was just hot on her own.
His breath was burning hot; he knew he had a fever without even touching him.
Yan Nangui doesn't like to get fevers, but the original owner...
Even though the original owner of this body didn't like to get fevers, she had suffered such an injury that her body was already weak.
I'm afraid she couldn't withstand yesterday's storm.
When I tried to call out to someone, I found that my voice was hoarse.
All I could do was tap on the edge of the bed.
But the wind and rain were so strong outside that no one heard it for a while.
After knocking a few more times, Jiangxiang, who was keeping watch on the small couch in the room, was finally awakened.
Jiang Xiang hurriedly stood up: "This servant will light the lamps right away."
It was a little strange that no one was talking.
When Yan Nangui came over, dressed in his robes and carrying an oil lamp, he noticed that Yan Nangui looked very unwell.
"Oh dear, what's going on? Cicada Robe!"
The woman outside responded.
They also came wearing clothes.
One of them held up a lamp, while the other patted Yan Nangui's head.
"He has a fever. This is good. Go and fetch the imperial physician." The crown prince is traveling south, and there must be an imperial physician with him.
"Yes, I'll go right away," Chanyi said hurriedly.
Although Yan Nangui's voice was hoarse, he still pulled her up and said with difficulty, "First... help me get my fever down. The rain is too heavy..."
I'm afraid that after all this trouble, the imperial physician still won't arrive.
Chanyi nodded: "Don't worry, I'll go out and tell Shuanzi to make the arrangements first. We also need to call the imperial physician."
Yan Nangui nodded. At this moment, he felt nothing but heat and stuffiness.
It wasn't the air that was stuffy, it was her head that felt stuffy.
It felt like there was a layer separating me from the world; nothing sounded real, and even the sound of the rain outside seemed to be coming through some kind of skin.
The rain outside is sometimes heavy and sometimes light; it's lightening up right now.
Shuanzi, wearing a straw raincoat, hurried to the front yard.
They finally managed to meet a eunuch in the front courtyard, who said that Consort Yan was ill and urgently needed to see the imperial physician.
Fortunately, he was favored by the emperor, so the eunuchs in the front courtyard did not dare to ignore him.
Then I'll make the arrangements.
The commotion startled Yun Ji, who got up and asked what was wrong.
"Lord Yun, it's Consort Hou Yan. She says she has a high fever and can't speak. She urgently needs to see the imperial physician. What do you think?" the young eunuch asked.
"Then go and call them quickly. Did they catch a cold?" Yunji asked.
"I reckon so. They all got soaked when they got out of the carriage in this wind and rain," the young eunuch said.
Actually, Yan Nan's return wasn't just because of this rain. The weather was already hot this time, and he wasn't feeling well. He also got seasick and vomited when crossing the river.
We've been traveling day and night and haven't had a good rest.
Then a rain shower made him sick.
This is the second time he has fallen ill since entering the manor, which shows that his health has been severely damaged.
Before long, the imperial physician arrived in a great hurry.
The imperial physician also got soaked, but thankfully it wasn't too serious.
After taking the pulse, the diagnosis was similar to what Yan Nangui had figured out.
He was already weak, and the long journey and poor diet, coupled with the stuffy heat in the carriage and the cold wind and rain when he got out, made him fall ill. His throat was also temporarily sore from internal heat, which was aggravated by the cold wind.
"Lady Liang is weak and needs to be treated slowly. I will prescribe medicine first, and she can take it to gradually reduce her fever. As for her throat, it will take several days to recover," the imperial physician said.
The wild geese nodded as they returned south.
Indeed, if your voice is damaged, it will take at least three or four days to recover.
She was too exhausted to continue and soon became drowsy.
Chanyi brought in the medicine and fed it to her. She was too lazy to struggle, so she just frowned and drank the bitter medicine one sip at a time.
Then rinse your mouth with water.
Then he lay back down.
Shu Chengfeng came over early in the morning, right after the rain stopped.
The rain was too heavy at night, so he didn't hear any of these things, and Yun Ji didn't disturb him either.
It was only then that I realized that the rain had just stopped, and that's why I had to come and check it out.
The wild geese, returning south, had just woken up, having been awakened by the burning sensation.
The fever won't break down so quickly.
My voice is even worse. Last night I could barely say a sentence, but now I can't say a single word.
Yan Nangui looked at her and laughed: "Poor thing."
Yan Nangui gave him a weak, dismissive look.
"Your voice is off?" Shu Chengfeng asked as he came over.
Yan Nangui rolled her eyes at him again.
Shu Chengfeng laughed again, looking at the person on the bed who had just washed up, whose face was even paler.
He gently lifted her chin: "Tsk, the little mute girl is so pitiful."
Yan Nangui weakly slapped his hand away.
"Hehe, take your medicine properly, you'll be fine in a few days. What did the imperial physician say?" The last question was naturally directed at the maids.
"Your Highness, the imperial physician's advice is that Consort Liang is weak, so the medicine should be administered slowly. We dare not use too strong a dose. First, we will reduce her fever, and then we will gradually recuperate," Jiang Xiang said.
"Hmm, are you still taking that pill you used to take?" Shu Chengfeng asked again.
Jiang Xiang hurriedly replied, "The imperial physician said that I cannot take ginseng now." She was afraid that her body was too weak to handle the tonic.
"Well then, I'll listen to the imperial physician. Eat light meals. I'm going to visit the counties below today and will be back tonight. I'll come see you again when I get back. You should get some rest," Shu Chengfeng said.
Yan Nangui nodded, took his hand, and wanted to write a few words.
After considering the complexity of traditional Chinese characters, he simply let go of his hand again.
At this moment, Shu Chengfeng's brainwaves were truly in sync with hers.
Of course, he had no concept of traditional Chinese characters. He just suddenly realized that this woman wanted to write but found it too troublesome.
He couldn't help but chuckle: "Never mind, I won't argue with you while I'm sick."
Yan Nangui rolled her eyes at him again.
So Shu Chengfeng smiled and left.
Yan Nangui didn't eat much for breakfast either, and went to lie down again shortly after eating.
The saying "illness strikes like a landslide" is quite apt.
When Consort Murong heard that she was ill, she came to visit, but Yan Nangui naturally refused to see her. Why would she see her if she couldn't even speak?
It was a polite refusal by offering incense.
When Murong Wanqing heard that her voice had gone bad, she didn't say anything and went back.
Meanwhile, His Highness the Crown Prince went to Shang County.
Xie Bi, the magistrate of Shang County, is only thirty years old.
He was a Jinshi in the sixteenth year of Jingxun. Although he did not pass the third class that year, he was still a Jinshi.
However, at the age of twenty, he became the magistrate of Shang County.
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