Xu Shizong coughed for a while, then raised his hand and pointed at the table.

Xiaoman said: "What do you want for the young master?"

Xu Shizong only raised his hand and then fell down weakly. Xiaoman hurriedly said, "What do you want from the young master? Tell me what is it."

“…”

Xu Shizong coughed for a long time before he said weakly: "Paper...pen..."

"Paper and pen?"

When Xiaoman heard this, his brows frowned. Xu Shizong actually wanted to write something at this time, but judging from his appearance, he didn't even have the strength to raise his hand, so how could he have the strength to write something?

So he said, "Young Master, don't be anxious first, take a rest first."

Xu Shizong shook his head: "Paper...pen..."

"Young Master, even if I bring the paper and pen over, you won't have the strength to write."

“…”

Hearing this, he looked down at his body and stood firmly, like a lifeless dead tree. Xu Shizong seemed to have come to his senses, staring at the paper and pen on the table in a daze, and smiled bitterly for a while.

He murmured, "Half a sick and weak, and a lifetime of emptiness."

Hearing his words, Xiaoman's eyes turned red and he hurriedly said, "Young Master, don't say that. Your son's illness is nothing more than that. He has been tired recently and has been burdened. As long as you take good care of yourself and take medicine according to the doctor's prescription, you will get better sooner or later."

As he said that, he turned his head and walked over, picked up the warm ginseng soup on the table, walked over and said, "Young Master, this is the ginseng soup made for you in the Imperial Pharmacy. Please drink some of it first."

“Ginseng soup…”

Xu Shizong looked at the ginseng soup and then looked at the hot weather outside.

After a while, a faint smile.

Although he is not very familiar with pharmacology, he was born in Zhongming Ding Food House and has seen many such things. In such hot weather, who dares to take ginseng soup tonic? At this time, the one who uses ginseng soup is just a life-threatening breath.

It seems that all the words I said to Si Nanyan before have come true.

Xiaoman said softly: "Young master, please drink some at least."

“…”

"It's not too late to write something when you have the strength."

Hearing this, although Xu Shizong was full of bitterness and could no longer eat anything, he still forced himself to open his mouth. Xiaoman took a spoon and scooped a little soup into his mouth and gently put it into his mouth. The bitter soup was swallowed by Xu Shizong, but it seemed that he could no longer feel the bitterness.

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In a blink of an eye, dusk fell.

The setting sun sets, casting a golden sunlight on the quiet Jiaotai Hall. The colorful glazed tiles at the top of the hall are even more unsightly.

Several palace maids almost squinted their eyes and accompanied the dragonflies to enter the Jiaotai Hall.

However, the light in the hall was very dark.

Because several curtains in the hall were put down, layers of bright red gauze blocked the sunlight outside, even if candlelight was lit in the hall, the candlelight shone through the gauze, and the light seemed much ambiguous.

Especially, it shines on the woman's fair and delicate skin.

Dragonfly's hands were once again tied to two pillars on the dragon bed. The bruises on her wrists had not healed yet. Several palace maids who were doing things tried to wrap them around with soft handkerchiefs as lightly. Dragonfly never looked up at them doing things, as if they were embarrassed, but their face was so pale.

After several palace maids finished these things, they stepped back to the bed.

"Miss Dragonfly, please wait for the young master here."

“…”

The dragonfly turned her face to the bed, and she could only see her red ears. When several palace maids were about to turn around and leave, she heard her whisper: "Please ask some sisters... to go to Wuying Palace to urge you."

Several palace maids looked at each other, and a look of disdain appeared on their faces.

But he still said respectfully: "Yes."

After saying that, he withdrew from Jiaotai Hall.

As soon as he quit, the contempt in his heart could no longer be restrained. One of the older ones looked back at the ambiguous red light reflected on the window, spat, and said, "I have seen someone who is not afraid of death, but I have never seen someone who is not afraid of death."

The little palace maid walking beside her also nodded.

"Yes, other people served the young master for one night, but half of their lives were gone. The wealth that was so popular that they had no life to enjoy. What's the point of getting it? Instead, she thought about Fang'er's approach to the young master."

"The women in this world cannot explain clearly."

"Who can tell it clearly? Just like the one in Yikun Palace, it is also very precious to say. Both great men hold her in their palms. Why are they so bold and dare to break into the dragon and tiger den? If they really die, who will the remaining wealth and glory be given to?"

A palace maid walking in front turned around and said, "Okay, don't talk so much. The wealth that is so popular is also owned by others. Just do our duty."

The two palace maids nodded.

So the group walked outside the Wuying Hall and saw that there was a light inside. Zhu Chengjin said to Ge Long standing in front of him with a gloomy face: "Didn't you say that? Let the people below be more at ease. What are they moving around?!"

Ge Long looked embarrassed: "Young Master, our people are still in control, but Li Chen and Fang Zhen and others - they all came out of Xingluo Lake and won two victories on the river. Now they brag about themselves as if they were descending to earth, and they were arrogant when they talked to our people, and they were really hard to control."

“…”

"Now, almost all the Jinling City has been robbed by them, and the people are suffering too."

"The life and death of the people has nothing to do with me."

Zhu Chengjin said coldly: "Before I ascend the throne, let them not cause trouble!"

"What subordinates mean is that if they can fight a battle, it will be better."

"War, do you think I don't want to?"

Zhu Chengjin looked calm and said coldly: "If you can really cross the river directly, you will naturally have the opportunity to move your muscles and bones. However, the military advisor has not explained what to do next. All the plans before were designated by him, and for the time being, you can't do it randomly."

As he said that, he asked, "Is there any news from the military advisor?"

Ge Long shook his head: "In the afternoon, Guo Mi and Lu Guangwei went to Lezhizhai. He said yes, the military advisor has been unconscious."

"Hasn't you sent the ginseng soup?"

"I'm afraid it's not useful."

Zhu Chengjin's brows frowned and said, "If this is the case, it is difficult to say whether he can survive these days."

Speaking of this, he stood up on the edge of the table: "It seems that I have to go over and see him in person, at least dig out something from his mouth, so as not to be like a headless fly below."

Ge Long hurriedly took a step back and gave him a way out.

Just as Zhu Chengjin had just walked to the door, he saw three palace maids coming over and bowing to him. He said, "What's the matter?"
Chapter completed!