Chapter 102 Return to another hospital

It has been almost more than ten days since the Dragon Boat Festival. I don't know why Zhu Gaosui and Jiaxing have never been here. Qiaoyu thought in her heart, didn't something big happen that caught both of them? After dinner, Qiaoyu begged Ruisheng to go down the mountain tomorrow to inquire about the news.

When the second day passed, Ruisheng came back from the bottom of the mountain happily, because he brought the eldest princess.

Xing'er was extremely excited and chatty, "Aunt Yan'er, I haven't come these days because Ning'er's aunt and son-in-law, who loved me the most on the third day of junior high school, and their little son returned to Beijing together!"

"Ning'er, Ning'er is back?" After listening to Xing'er's words, Qiaoyu blurted out happily.

"Aunt Yan'er, do you know my Aunt Ning'er?" Jiaxing asked curiously.

"Ah? Ah! Princess Xianning is a princess. Naturally, everyone knows it. Qiaoyu quickly covered it up. How long will she stay in the capital?

Xing'er thought about it carefully before saying, "Aunt Yan'er, what you said makes sense! Aunt Ning'er and the little son should live for a while. My uncle may go back in the near future.

"Oh!" Qiaoyu thought, I don't know if there is a chance to meet Ning'er. Okay, why did Princess Xianning come back?

"I heard from my father that my uncle inherited Xining and waited to return to Beijing to report his duties. Aunt Ning'er came back because my grandmother was slightly sick.

"Ah? Is the queen sick? Qiao Yu asked in surprise.

"Uh-huh!" Xing'er said worriedly, "In the first month, grandma always feels depressed. I thought it would be better when the spring began. But I didn't expect that the disease was getting worse and worse. I can hardly get out of bed now.

"Alas! It's really..." Qiao Yu couldn't help sighing when she saw the queen a year ago.

Xing'er learned from the adult's tone and said, "I don't know why this year, people in the royal family have been sick one after another. First of all, the royal grandmother was ill. Just after the Dragon Boat Festival, my third uncle also fell ill. My grandfather fell ill again the day before yesterday.

Qiao Yu heard from Jiaxing that Zhu Gaoshuai was sick. She grabbed Jiaxing with her nervous hands and asked urgently, "Is King Zhao sick?" What is the disease? Is it serious?"

Jiaxing was shocked by Qiaoyu's abnormal behavior and said in fear, "Aunt Yan'er, you scratch me! Don't do that, I'm scared!"

Realizing her gaffe, Qiaoyu quickly let go of her hand and asked as calmly as possible, "Don't be afraid. My aunt is only in a hurry for a moment. Tell me slowly what's going on with King Zhao?"

"The third uncle felt cold, and he was cured after taking the medicine prescribed by the imperial doctor. It's just that his old injury has recurred. He has been on leave and will be raised in another hospital.

"The king of Zhao is strange. He doesn't live in a good royal palace. Why did he go to another hospital to recuperate?" Qiao Yu asked curiously. I guessed that he must miss himself before he went back to live in another courtyard.

Jiaxing said with a smile, "The third uncle's house is in a mess now. Every day, there is a drama of concubines competing for favor.

"Humph!" Qiaoyu snorted coldly and said to himself, "It's no wonder that others. It's all his own fault.

Jiaxing asked strangely, "Aunt Yan'er, what do you say is exactly the same as Princess Zheng?"

"Ning'er is still young. How can you understand?" Qiaoyu thought for a moment and hesitated and said her own thoughts, "Ning'er, my aunt has something to ask for. I don't know if Ning'er is willing to help me?"

"Aunt Yan'er, it's okay for you to say it!"

Qiaoyu smiled and approached Jiaxing's ears, and the two of them bit their ears for a long time.

Jiaxing left the hut after lunch. After going down the mountain, he sat in the carriage, and the maid behind him also followed him into the carriage. The guard regiment of the prince's mansion surrounded the carriage, and the group ran to the capital.

Entering the city, the carriage went directly to the other courtyard of King Zhao. The eunuch at the door recognized Jiaxing's carriage and took it respectfully. The carriage stopped firmly in front of the steps. The maid got out of the car first. Without waiting for the little eunuch to ask questions, he quickly walked into the other courtyard.

"Let's go home!" The voice of Princess Jiaxing came from the carriage. The little eunuch loosened his horse and saluted respectfully. Surrounded by guards, the carriage ran out of the alley.

The maid who just entered the door bypassed the front hall and entered the second courtyard from the small door next to her. The yard was very quiet. The people silently took off the bamboo hat and looked at everything familiar around them, with mixed feelings. In the corridor, a small eunuch was holding a tray and coming from the direction of the kitchen. Seeing the people here from afar, he put down the tray excitedly and ran over quickly. When he was close, the little eunuch cried and knelt on his knees, and said in surprise, "Little Lord, you're back!" The prince is sick."

Qiaoyu picked up the man and asked anxiously, "Fuhai! Where is the prince? I'm going to see him now."

Fuhai wiped his tears with his skirt and said happily, "Little master, I'll take you there. When the prince saw you, he recovered from his illness. With that, he walked quickly ahead, and Qiaoyu also accelerated his pace to keep up.

Waiting at Rongjing at the door of the bedroom, he saw Fuhai leading a man to this side without medicine in his hand. He walked down the steps angrily and was about to get angry. Fuhai said first, "Eunuch Rong, the little master is here."

Only then did Rongjing see Qiaoyu clearly. He cried and knelt down and said, "Little master, it's good for you to come. The prince's illness is all because he miss you!"

At this time, Qiaoyu only thought about Zhu Gaosui and did not stay beside Rongjing. Step forward quickly, open the door, and walk in.

Zhu Gaoshuai lay in **, with his eyes slightly closed. Hearing the sound of opening the door, he said angrily, "Rongjing, take the medicine away. I'm cured. I don't drink this bitter medicine.

Seeing that Zhu Gaoshuai was angry, Qiao Yu walked over with a smile and whispered, "King Zhao is afraid of drinking bitter medicine!"

Zhu Gaoshuai heard the voice and opened his eyes. Qiaoyu actually stood in front of his bed, surprised and happy. He sat up with a smile and took Qiaoyu into his arms. "Yuer, why are you here?"

Qiaoyu said gently, "Brother Sui, Xing'er said that you were sick, so she begged her to bring me." He put his arms around Zhu Gaoshuai's neck, leaned his head on his shoulder, and said with determination, "Brother Sui, I won't go back. We can't separate. I want to go with you to beg the queen and ask her to let us go and let us be together. I don't want a name, I just want to be with you. Is it okay?"

"All work! OK! Let's go now." With that, Zhu Gaoshuai struggled to get out of bed.

Qiaoyu stopped and persuaded with a smile, "Brother Sui, don't worry! It's not too late for us to go when we get well. With that, he turned his head and called Fuhai. Fuhai hurried into the room and handed over the tray with respectful hands. Qiaoyu picked up the medicine bowl on the tray and handed it to Zhu Gaosou with a smile, "Your Majesty, please take the medicine."

Zhu Gaoshuai frowned and said, "It's too bitter. Don't drink!"

"The good medicine is bitter. Must drink!" Qiaoyu said seriously.

Zhu Gaoshuai winced at Fuhai, and Fuhai retreated with laughter. Zhu Gaoshua took the medicine bowl and put it on the small table by the bed. He hugged Qiaoyu and was about to kiss her. Qiaoyu struggled to stand up and pretended to be angry and said, "Brother Sui, if you don't drink the medicine, Yuer will go back to the hut now." He said he was about to go out.

Zhu Gaoshua reached out and grabbed Qiaoyu and said helplessly, "Yuer, don't go! I'll just drink it." Reluctantly, he picked up the bowl, frowned and drank a bowl of medicinal soup. Qiaoyu quickly handed over the water, let Zhu Gaosu rinse his mouth, and gently helped him lie down.

Zhu Gaoshua still frowned and muttered, "It's too bitter! It's too hard!"

Qiao Yu sat by the bed with a smile, lowered her head and kissed Zhu Gaosyu's lips. Zhu Gaoshuai was about to kiss back. Qiaoyu raised her head and asked with a smile, "Is it still bitter now?" Zhu Gaoshuai laughed and got up, threw Qiaoyu on the inside of the bed, and gently kissed the cherry lips...