C95

The carriage directly entered from the backyard of the Regent's Manor, so as to not attract the attention of outsiders.

When Dongfang Wenming heard that Zhao Jing had left the city, he had a stomach full of inexplicable anger. He had been planning to throw a tantrum in his study room. However, he heard Zhou Zhizhong report in a hurry that there was something wrong with the little emperor and couldn't wake him up no matter how he shouted. Dongfang Wenming rushed straight to the backyard without any hesitation. Dongfang Wenming opened the curtain of the carriage and rushed into the carriage like an arrow. The expression on Dongfang Wenming's face became even more unsightly as he looked at Zhao Jing lying in Wei Shuge's arms.

"What's going on?" Dongfang Wenming shouted at Wei Shuge.

"The Emperor has a fever!" Wei Shuge choked up.

Dongfang Wenming immediately stretched out his hand, and Zhao Jing's forehead began to boil! Without another word, he grabbed Zhao Jing from Wei Shuge's bosom and quickly got off the carriage. As he walked, he shouted coldly, "Get the doctor over here!"

The Residence of Regent had its own doctor, so at this moment, what Dongfang Mingyue was talking about was a doctor from the Residence of Regent. After all … If he went to call the imperial physician or to look for a doctor outside the clinic at this moment, it would alarm the people outside and lead to rumors and gossip. In addition, since Zhao Jing was the emperor, he could affect the citizens and even the imperial court if he had a dragon's body. He told himself that there was still something else in Zhao Jing's body that he wanted, so he couldn't let anything happen to her!

When Dongfang Wenming carried Zhao Jing into the main courtyard, Zhou Zhiqian and his housekeeper stood at the doorway in a daze. The two looked at each other in dismay, their faces filled with surprise. In the end, it was Zhou Zhiqian who quickly reacted, urging the butler to get a doctor.

"Your majesty?" Dongfang Wenming placed Zhao Jing on his bed. Then, he placed his palm on Zhao Jing's forehead. Zhao Jing's fever was so high that it was boiling hot. His entire body was in a daze, as if he had fallen into a coma. There was no response at all.

"Your majesty?" Dongfang Wenming called out again. He reached out his hand to grab Zhao Jing's wrist. He felt that her wrist was very chaotic, as if there was something rampaging within her body. However, as the investigation continued, it disappeared again, and there was nothing abnormal about it anymore.

"Grandpa, the doctor is here!" Zhou Zhizhi led the doctor through the door in a hurry.

Dongfang Wenming immediately stood to the side and watched as the doctor probed Zhao Jing's pulse.

The doctor sat to the side, frowning as he probed Zhao Jing's pulse. He stroked his beard and said, "This young master's pulse is a bit chaotic, and the chill within his body seems to be congealing. It seems to be a chronic disease of old age. This old man will first prescribe a set of medicine, and take a medicine to slow down the cold in your body. I will suppress the high fever a bit, and then, you can begin to recuperate and treat it. "

"Do it!" Dongfang Wenming's gaze was still fixed on Zhao Jing, who was lying on the bed. It was unknown what sort of emotions were contained within his eyes. After waiting for the doctor to prescribe the medicine, Dongfang Cunming sat on the edge of the bed and stared coldly at the kneeling Wei Shuge, Zhao YuanNan, and Li Yiheng. "All of you, scram!"

Hearing this voice, Zhao Yuannan's complexion turned deathly pale. He carefully took a glance at Wei Shuge. However, Wei Shuge wasn't afraid of anything. At most, she would just have a fight with Dongfang Wenming. She was only loyal to Zhao Jing, while the others … It had nothing to do with her.

Li Yiheng was also somewhat panicked, but in the end, he was still the commander of the imperial guards, so he shouldn't have lost his composure. Li Jun bowed with an extremely respectful and respectful voice. "My prince!"

"Speak!" Where did he go today? Why did the Emperor become like this when he returned? " The voice from the east was thick with obvious anger. That was a sign before he killed someone. If he didn't get a satisfactory answer today, then everyone here would probably die!

Zhao Yuannan's body was trembling violently. He secretly cast a sidelong glance at Wei Shuge from the corner of his eyes, unsure of what to do next. Zhao YuanNan had an indescribable fear towards Dongfang Mingming. No matter how much Zhao YuanNan hated Dongfang Mingming, Zhao YuanNan didn't dare to say a word in front of Dongfang Mingming. After all, Zhao Jing had risked his life to save him, and this was his last hope for revenge!

"In reply to your highness, we are only going out of the city to admire the plum, and have not gone far! "Your Majesty's body wasn't feeling well, so we hurried back. Who knew …" Li Yiheng bowed his head. Since Dongfang did not know that they had left the city, Li Yiheng knew that they could not hide it from the Regent's Mansion. In order to survive in front of Dongming, he had to be honest.

"The Emperor has the body of a ruler, you bunch of trash?" Dongfang Wenming looked at the unconscious Zhao Jing on the bed. It was probably because his voice was a bit loud and was making a ruckus. Zhao Jing's brow creased even tighter. Holding down his voice, Dongfang Wenming coldly said, "Go down and receive your punishment!"

"Thank you, Prince!" Li Yiheng heaved a sigh of relief and left the room with Zhao Yuannan and Wei Shuge.

Zhao Yuannan nervously glanced at Zhao Jing on the bed. The space between his eyebrows slightly condensed, making him feel uneasy. He discovered that all of Dongfang Xi's thoughts were on Zhao Jing. Strangely, Zhao Jing was only ten years old when he ascended the throne. For what reason did he get Dongfang Wenming to bring a child from outside the palace to help him ascend the throne?

Although the late emperor didn't have a prince, there was no lack of young children in the Zhao Clan's royal family. If he wanted to seize the heavens and hold the dukes accountable, then Dongfang Wenming could choose an even younger child. There really was no need to find Zhao Jing outside the palace, and … Slowly raise. To raise a great emperor, wasn't he afraid that Zhao Jing would grow more and more powerful in the future? That would be detrimental to him?

Zhao Yuannan couldn't figure it out!

When Zhou Zhizhi came to deliver the medicine, he discovered that his master was carefully tucking the emperor in. No matter how he looked at it … No matter how he looked at it, something didn't seem right! However, Zhou Zhiqian was still a servant, so he didn't dare to say much and only respectfully held the soup in his hands, "Master, the doctor said that the medicine must be consumed while it's hot. Only then will the coldness in his body temporarily dissipate out of his watch. The doctor also said that the emperor might have come into contact with something he shouldn't have, so … "

"Something that shouldn't be touched?" Dongfang Wenming coldly went to receive the medicine bowl.

"Master, let this lowly one handle this!" Zhou Zhizhi frowned, this father wants to personally feed medicine to the emperor?!

Dongfang Wenming didn't say anything more. He reached out to receive the medicine from Zhou Zhiqian, "Did the doctor say what it was?"

"The doctor said that this kind of thing could be caused by exposure to pollen, or by eating something that shouldn't be eaten. It's an exclusive body resisting reaction!" Zhou Zhizhi thought for a moment, "This lowly subordinate doesn't know what it means. These are the doctor's exact words."

"Eating something that shouldn't be eaten? Contact... Appreciate the plum blossom? Could it be because of the Plum Blossom? " Dongfang Wenming frowned, but Zhao Jing had stayed in the palace for many years. He had eaten quite a few plum cakes, but he hadn't seen any reaction to it. What was going on?

His gaze was cold as he stared at Zhao Jing. Even though she was unconscious, her brows were tightly knitted together, as if she was in a state of constant tension. Had he pushed her too hard? Perhaps she was too insecure, too lonely in this desolate palace.

Suddenly, Dongfang Wenming froze. What was he thinking? What did it have to do with him whether she was lonely or insecure? Does it matter? Absolutely not! She was just his … It was just a container!

Dongfang Wenming picked up the spoon from the medicine bowl and began to feed the medicine to Zhao Jing with a dour expression.

Zhou Zhizi waited at the side, carefully watching from the corner of his eyes. His master didn't look too good, but when he fed medicine to the emperor, he seemed to be especially careful.

The spoon gently scooped up the soup, trying not to make a sound when the spoon touched the bowl. When the medicine was brought to the emperor's lips, Master shrank his hand and brought the soup close to his lips, blowing gently, afraid of burning the emperor. After he finished blowing, Dongfang Wenming slowly fed the medicine into Zhao Jing's mouth. He stared at Zhao Jing's throat, certain that she had swallowed it.

Zhou Zhizhi felt that he had never seen Master so gentle and meticulous in his life. Even when it came to that person, he had never done such a thing. Even Master didn't know what was going on! Otherwise, according to master's cautious personality, he wouldn't have done such a thing.

Zhao Jing opened his mouth as if he were saying something.

Dongfang Wenming immediately leaned into her ear to listen. He heard Zhao Jing shout indistinctly, "Elder Brother Yue …"

"You heartless thing!" Dongfang Wenming suddenly stood up and put the half-full bowl of soup on the bedside with a "peng" sound. He walked out immediately, not forgetting to let out a "hmph" when he left.

This snort made Zhou Zhiqian widen his eyes. He thought he had misheard! Am I angry? He was angry! Just now, he was gently feeding the little emperor medicine, yet he didn't know what the little emperor had said. Did his master suddenly become angry? He wasn't usually this temperamental. Why would he lose control of his emotions when he met the little emperor?

What about this medicine? There was still half a bowl of medicine in the medicine bowl.

Zhou Zhizi didn't know what to do, nor did he want to stay. He just stood there, not knowing what to do.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps came back from outside. Zhou Zhiqian's head tilted as he looked in disbelief at his master who had returned. Dongfang Wenming's face was still as unsightly as ever, as if someone owed him 258,000 yuan. His entire person was shrouded in gloom, making people not dare to look directly at him.

Zhou Zhiji stared wide-eyed at his master as he picked up the bowl of medicine and slowly fed it into the little emperor's mouth. This was truly a strange story. Since when did their master have such patience? Return? If Zhou Zhizi hadn't personally witnessed it, he wouldn't have believed that his master would have done this even if he were beaten to death. He couldn't help but mutter in his heart, "Is master sick?"

Only after feeding the medicine did Zhou Zhiji regain his senses, and he quickly went to receive the empty bowl. As he got closer, Zhou Zhizhong found that there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. He did not know why, but he had no idea what was happening.

Zhou Zhiqian was even more certain: his master was sick!

The weather was so cold, yet Master was sweating profusely as he sat in his room and did not move his knife or gun. If this wasn't an illness, what else could it be?

Zhou Zhizhi held the empty bowl in his hands, "Master, are you alright?"

Dongfang Wenming frowned, "What is it?"

"Why are you sweating?" Zhou Zhizhi asked in a suppressed voice.

Dongfang Wenming suddenly snorted coldly, "Zhou Zhiqiang. How dare you even meddle in this king's business?"

Zhou Zhizhi kneeled on the ground, "This humble servant has spoken wrongly! This lowly official will take his leave! " Saying that, he quickly took the empty bowl and left the room.

Only when Zhou Zhizhi retreated and the door closed did Dongfang Buming reach out to touch his forehead. Heaven knows, even he himself was shocked. He was actually sweating! How could he sweat?

Furthermore, it was cold sweat!

"Brother Yue?" Dongfang Wenming narrowed his eyes. How many times? Every time Zhao Jing lost consciousness, he would call out to the so-called Elder Brother Yue. Just who was this Elder Brother Yue? He had sent people back to the Yin Lin Manor to investigate, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find an answer! Dongfang Wenming didn't know why he was so persistent about this "Brother Yue".

What was this feeling? It was like a fish bone in the throat, a thorn in the heart. Dongfang Wenming urgently wanted to know, who exactly was the "Big Brother Yue" that Zhao Jing had repeatedly called out?! What had happened to them before?