Chapter 13 Sickness
Zhu Huaizhen fell ill after sitting in the prison van for three days.
His eyes were dull, his face was flushed, and his body was swaying.
This was completely different from the chattering she had just experienced when she got on the prison van.
"Zhenzhen, beg me." Chen Ming'an came to visit Zhu Huaizhen, restraining the surging emotions in his eyes and speaking in a cold tone.
"Chen Ming'an, I am a princess of a fallen country and have never thought of living in humiliation. But my father and mother are still alive, and I cannot be unfilial." Zhu Huaizhen only said discouraging words when he was vulnerable. His voice was so light that it seemed like it could be blown away by a spring breeze.
"Then you have to live well. If you die, Emperor Wu Zhang and Concubine Xue will be worse than death." Chen Ming'an said coldly.
Zhu Huaizhen said "oh" and wanted to pay attention, but unfortunately he didn't have the strength.
So Chen Mingan continued on his journey according to the original plan.
On the way, they met a doctor who looked unreliable. Chen Mingan grabbed him, took Zhu Huaizhen's pulse, examined him, and prescribed medicine. However, after forcing him to drink several doses of medicine, Zhu Huaizhen not only did not get better, but worsened and fell into a coma.
Chen Mingan felt helpless and could only free Zhu Huaizhen from the prison cart, carry Zhu Huaizhen, and enter the border town of Nanchu to look for a clinic.
The rest of the Southern Yan guards stayed where they were and waited for orders.
By the way, the prison carts of Emperor Wu Zhang and Concubine Xue were also untied.
In fact, whether to marry Zhao Lian'er or not has nothing to do with the prison car. Chen Ming'an is just being stubborn.
"My dear, if you had sent her here a step later, even if Hua Tuo were reborn, he would not be able to save your wife." The old doctor in the clinic frowned and sighed.
After hearing this, Chen Mingan turned his face away, pursed his lips, and did not explain.
However, Zhu Huaizhen woke up in time, breathing weakly: "Doctor, you are wrong, we are not husband and wife."
After hearing this, the doctor in the clinic covered his mouth and laughed secretly, and instantly understood the truth.
"Doctor, we are not eloping lovers." Zhu Huaizhen used up his last bit of energy.
After he finished speaking, Chen Mingan's face turned grim, but he still said nothing.
Zhu Huaizhen was telling the truth and he had no way to refute it.
The old doctor in the clinic gave Zhu Huaizhen a strong dose of medicine and he could not leave until the effect of the medicine wore off.
Chen Mingan was bored and stayed by Zhu Huaizhen's bed, closing his eyes to rest.
However, his mind was racing and he was restless.
The first time he met Zhu Huaizhen was not in the Golden Palace, but in Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City.
Hanshan Temple took in a group of students like him who could not afford the accommodation fees, and provided them with quilts and vegetarian meals.
Princess Ronghua Zhu Huaizhen came to Hanshan Temple to burn incense. Upon hearing about this, she donated several carts of Buddhist scriptures to Hanshan Temple, saying that they were for students to read in their spare time to relieve stress.
Chen Mingan sneered at that time.
Princess Ronghua truly doesn't understand the suffering of the common people. These students, how could they possibly have the time to study Buddhist scriptures? Besides studying, they also need strong physiques; otherwise, they wouldn't survive the three days of the Autumn Examination.
Unlike Princess Xincheng Zhao Lian'er, who set up a tent outside Gusu City to distribute porridge, she cooked eight-treasure porridge.
Eight Treasure Porridge is made with pearl barley, white kidney beans, red beans, mung beans, rice, millet, yellow rice, peanuts, red dates, almonds, walnuts, chestnuts, lotus seeds, lilies, longans, etc. It is full of ingredients.
Eating a bowl of eight-treasure porridge warms the heart.
"No, please don't..." Zhu Huaizhen was having a nightmare and shaking his head like a rattle.
She dreamed of her past life, in which she was abused by the guards of Nanyan.
Her worthless tears, which continued to flow, could not alleviate her pain.
Chen Mingan reached out his hand and wanted to wipe her tears, but hesitated.
Then, Zhu Huaizhen suddenly woke up and looked at Chen Mingan calmly, his tone thick with tears: "Chen Mingan, let's go."
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