Traveling back to ancient times to become a bandit leader

Chapter 227 Ling Xiaodao is sick (7)

Yan Fei went to the medical clinic to ask Mr. Miao Huichun what happened to Ling Xiaodao's strange disease that he couldn't eat. Mr. Miao Huichun shook his head with a sad face; before Yan Fei left, the old man said with deep meaning The sentence "heart disease needs heart medicine" is no longer speechless.

Yan Fei pondered for a long time, and finally realized that the "heart disease" mentioned by Mr. Miao Huichun refers to Ling Xiaodao's longing for Shangguan Yunyan, while the "heart medicine" alludes to Shangguan Yunyan himself.She was probably suffering from "lovesickness".

lovesickness!Yan Fei has heard of this disease before, but he has been practicing martial arts all his life, and his behavior is rough. He has always felt that the three words "lovesickness" are caused by idiots and resentment of women in the world, and it is not really a disease; Looking at her appearance, thinking about her sudden running out of the mountain gate in the middle of the night a few days ago, squatting on the grass facing the southwest direction, sad and sad, crying endlessly, Yan Fei believed it!This Mrs. Yazhai is probably really suffering from lovesickness.

If it is true that her illness was caused by lovesickness, then... Yan Fei sighed, but there is no way; the war between the two countries is extremely dangerous, and a little carelessness may lead to the annihilation of the entire army; For this reason, Zhu Siyu was sent to intercede with him, and asked him to send someone to the southern country thousands of miles away, to inform Shangguan Yunyan that Ling Xiaodao was ill, and let Shangguan Yunyan come back to visit Ling Xiaodao, Yan Fei scolded him.

Yan Fei said: "Your Majesty is a mighty general of the current dynasty, commanding hundreds of thousands of generals and soldiers of the Celestial Dynasty. Now the two countries are confronting each other. There are fierce battles, corpses are scattered all over the field, blood flows like rivers, and the battlefield is tragic. How can you be a weakling? What women can imagine; sister-in-law's life is life, and the life of thousands of soldiers in the Shenwei Army is even more life. If one compares with a hundred, compares with a thousand, compares with ten thousand, compares with a hundred thousand, how can you compare with a general! I won't do it, and I won't let you do it, Zhu Siyu, you'd better give up your mind!"

After being scolded and reprimanded by him, Zhu Siyu's mind became clearer; in fact, she also knew that if the king did not win, it would be impossible to come back; therefore, the matter of sending someone to interrogate Shangguan Yunyan was shelved .

Two days later, Ling Xiaodao still couldn't eat, and he couldn't swallow the herbal medicine to treat the wind and cold, which made his condition worse. He coughed day and night, covered with blood, couldn't get out of bed, couldn't speak, and fell asleep on the bed in a daze all day long. , can't tell day from night.

On the third day, when Zhu Siyu went to see her, her complexion was ashen, her eyes and cheeks were deeply sunken, and even her long hair, which used to be as bright as brocade, was scorched and dull. Once pulled, it will rustle and fall, just like the heavy snow that has been outside the house for several days.

Zhu Siyu saw her lying on the bed with her eyes closed and her expression peaceful, but she had lost a lot of weight, and finally couldn't help it, and burst into tears.

(End of this chapter)