Chapter 197 Wake up

Prince's Mansion.

　　Wei Zhihuai leaned back on the imperial concubine's couch covered with soft fox fur, his eyes closed and his brows furrowed.

　　In front of him, a maid in a cherry pink butterfly skirt was gently untying the gauze and changing the dressing on the wound on his neck.

　　The wound that looked very hideous yesterday was now scabbed over, but the gash still looked quite scary.

　　"Your Highness, my people came to report early in the morning that the King of Huai'an has already left to return to Beijing."

　　A hoarse, low voice suddenly sounded.

　　"It seems that the Second Emperor's movements are much faster than I expected."

　　Wei Zhihuai's eyelids trembled, he opened his eyes and looked at the person sitting on the chair beside him.

　　The man was tall and thin, his skin looked much paler than that of ordinary people, his hair was yellow and curly, he was wearing a black robe, and he had the appearance of a South Vietnamese.

　　"I'm afraid there isn't much time left for Your Highness."

　　"Wu Zhou," Wei Zhihuai dismissed the maid and stood up from the imperial concubine's couch, "I am well aware of the affairs of the second emperor brother."

　　The man in black robe and yellow hair stood up from the chair and knelt down on one knee in front of Wei Zhihuai.

　　Wei Zhihuai looked impatient, but still stretched out his hand towards him.

　　Wu Zhou checked his pulse, took out a pill and handed it to his hand: "The toxin in the Duangchang Pill has not been eliminated yet, so it needs to be taken for another three days."

　　"Yes." Wei Zhihuai responded, put the pill in his mouth and swallowed it directly.

　　Seeing that he had taken the medicine, Wu Zhou stood up and sat back on the chair: "Your Highness has not yet accomplished his great work. He still needs to pay more attention to his health."

　　"I know." Wei Zhihuai was a little irritated and rubbed his forehead hard.

　　He didn't have the antidote for the Changchang Pill that Ye Annian gave him that day, but it was just a temporary suppression. If it weren't for Wu Zhou, a Gu master from South Vietnam, he might have died in front of Jiang Zhu.

　　"As long as you help me ascend the throne, I will definitely accomplish what I promised you."

　　Wu Zhou nodded and smiled at Wei Zhihuai.

　　…

　　Ye Anyian fell into a coma for a day and a night.

　　When I woke up again, it was already bright and what I could see was a strange room.

　　Goose-yellow bed tent, rough blue quilt, and a faint smell of incense in the room.

　　Suddenly he heard the faint sound of chanting sutras and chanting Buddha outside, and Ye Anyian came back to his senses. He should be in a Zen room in Fayuan Temple now.

　　Recalling what happened before he fainted, Ye Anyian's heart sank. He immediately sat up on the bed and heard a rustling sound outside.

　　Not long after, an old monk wearing cassocks walked in from outside with beads in his hands.

Ye Anyian had met him. He was the abbot of Fayuan Temple, Master Chen Jie.

　　"Are you awake?" Abbot Chenjie asked warmly.

　　"Yes." Ye Anyian responded and asked, "Master, how is he?"

　　Abbot Chenjie had a gentle face and did not answer his question. He just said: "He is in the meditation room next door."

　　After hearing this, Ye Anyian was about to stand up and go to the ground, but was stopped by Abbot Chenjie.

　　"Don't worry yet. I've asked someone to prepare some vegetarian food. You can eat it first and then go see him."

　　"I'm not hungry yet, so I want to go see him first." Ye Anyian frowned.

"Your own body is also very important." Chen Jie said.

　　Ye Anyian paused for a moment, and after a moment, he compromised: "Okay."

　　There were new clothes hanging on the shelf at the corner of the bed. Ziyu must have sent someone to prepare them during his coma.

　　After he got out of bed and put on his clothes, Chen Jie asked the little novice monk to bring in vegetarian food.

　　It is a very simple vegetable noodles, very light, but not difficult to swallow.

　　Ye Anyian ate a little and put down his chopsticks.

　　Chen Gai didn't stop him anymore, sighed and said: "Go ahead."

　　Ye Annian saluted him and walked to the meditation room next door.

　　The room was very quiet, with the same layout as the one he lived in. There was a small Buddhist hall outside, and there were beds, tables, chairs and simple daily utensils for people to rest inside.

　　He walked around the screen and entered the inner room, where he immediately saw the person lying on the bed.

　　Even though he was prepared, Ye Annian's heart still throbbed when he saw Jiang Zhu lying there with a bloodless face.

　　He stood in front of the bed for a long time before leaning over and touching Jiang Zhu's cheek. His touch was cold.

　　From the brow bone to the chin, gentle curves traced across Ye Anian's fingertips one by one, but the person lying on the bed showed no reaction, and his breathing was so weak that he could hardly feel it.

　　Ye Annian retracted his hand, but his fingers hooked into Jiang Zhu's skirt and pulled the collar away a little.

　　He stretched out his hand to sort it out, but suddenly stopped, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

　　On Jiang Zhu's chest, located at the heart, were covered with blue and black spider web-like patterns, which looked ferocious and terrifying.

　　Ye Annian gasped and was at a loss when he heard slight footsteps behind him.

　　"He has less than ten days left." Abbot Chenjie's voice rang out.

　　"Lao Na and his master came from the same school, but their skills are not the same. I can only try my best to delay him for a few more days."

　　"But the poison has already invaded his heart and lungs. In addition, he used his internal strength before to trigger the poison. I'm afraid he will be unable to save himself."

　　There was silence in the room.

　　After a long time, Ye Anyian spoke again: "Then, can he still wake up?"

　　"In addition to the poison on his body, he also has injuries left by Ye Ji's ghost whip. I... will try my best."

　　"Okay." Ye Anyian nodded lightly, "Then it's Master Lao."

　　"It doesn't matter." After Chen Jie said this, he turned around and left.

　　Ye Anian suddenly stopped him: "Master, do you still remember that when we first met, you once said that there is nothing unsolvable in this world."

　　"Yes." Chenjie nodded, "All causes and conditions arise, and all phenomena are predestined. This solution is a predestined method."

　　After speaking, Ye Anyian turned around and left the meditation room before asking any more questions.

　　Ye Annian watched Jiang Zhu and sat by the bed all day. In the evening, Zi Mo came with Ali.

　　He then stood up and left, leading the two of them to the meditation room next door.

　　Zi Mo's eyes were as red as a rabbit's, and he had obviously cried. Ah Li was much quieter than usual, and she timidly asked him when he would go back to Baihe Zhai.

　　Ye Annian touched her head and raised a faint smile on his lips: "Let's give it a few days. Ah Li will follow brother Zimo and be obedient."

The little girl pouted unhappily, tugged at his sleeves, and told Zimo, "But brother Zimo doesn't even accompany Ah Li."

　　"That's probably what he has to do in the studio." Ye Anyian said casually.

　　Unexpectedly, Ah Li shook her head: "That's not true. Brother Zimo doesn't do anything, he just cries all the time."

　　"Every time Ah Li sees him, his eyes turn red from crying, like a rabbit."

　　Ye Anyian's lips moved, but no words came out.

　　Zi Mo on the side bit his lip tightly, suddenly got up and ran out.

　　Ah Li blinked and pointed at his back: "Look, he's crying again."

　　Ye Annian sighed, took Ah Li's hand, and went to the Zen room where Jiang Zhu lived next door.

　　He pulled the little girl to Jiang Zhu's bed and showed her the person lying on the bed.

　　Ah Li watched silently for a long time and then said softly: "Brother Ye, is he dead too?"

　　Perhaps a certain word pierced Ye Annian's heart. He suddenly tightened his sleeves. His long fingers, with their knuckles turning white, looked thin and helpless.

　　"He..." Ye Anyian only uttered one word and stopped. He suddenly didn't know how to explain to Ah Li.

　　"My father looked like this when he died, and so did Brother Dashan." The little girl tilted her head and looked at him, "Brother Ye, are you sad?"

　　Ye Annian felt that he should be sad, but from Jiang Zhu's serious injury to now, he didn't shed a single tear.

　　He looked at Jiang Zhu, who was still unconscious on the bed, and then looked at Ah Li: "Ah Li, do you cry when you are sad?"

　　Ah Li thought for a while and nodded heavily: "When Brother Dashan died, I cried. I cried for a long time, and my throat became dry from crying. I cried until I felt like vomiting, and there was no more tears left."

　　"Later, after many, many years, my father also died, and I stopped crying. Maybe it was because I had finished crying."

　　Ye Anyian said nothing more, just led Ah Li out of the meditation room and handed her over to Zi Mo.

　　"Take her back. I may have to stay in Fayuan Temple for a few days," he said.

　　Zimo's eyes were red, just like what Ah Li said, he looked like a rabbit.

　　He took Ah Li away, and Ye Anyian returned to Jiang Zhu's room.

　　For three days in a row, he guarded him day and night.

　　Until the fourth day, the young novice monk from the temple came to give him fast food.

　　Ye Annian thanked him, stood up on the edge of the bed, and then fell down.

　　When he woke up again, Chen Jie was sitting next to his bed. Seeing that he woke up, he was obviously relieved and said, "He's awake. Do you want to go take a look?"

　　Ye Annian said "hmm" and was about to turn over and get off the ground.

　　Chen Jie handed over a bowl of porridge and a bowl of decoction. He took them and ate them all without saying anything.

In the Zen room next door, Ye Anyian stood outside and did not go in.

　　Through the screen, he could vaguely see the shadow reflected on it.

　　Until there was a faint movement inside, Jiang Zhu's gentle voice sounded in the quiet Zen room.

　　"Why don't you come in?"

　　Ye Anyian's hands were clenched into fists, and his nails were dug into his flesh.

　　He took a deep breath and stepped inside.

　　The bed curtain in the back room had been pulled open and tied up, and he could see the person sitting on the bed at a glance.

　　Jiang Zhu raised her eyes and glanced at him, her bloodless lips slightly raised into a faint smile: "Why are you standing so far away?"

　　Ye Anyian took a few steps forward, said nothing, and just looked at him silently.

　　Compared with when he was unconscious, Jiang Zhu actually looked slightly better now.

　　Although his face was still pale and his whole body was weak, his eyes were alive at least.

　　Ye Anyian stood still and said nothing, but Jiang Zhu stretched out his hand towards him.

　　Ye Anyian had to walk over and hold his hand.

　　It was still a cold touch, but it was actually similar to the feeling when he was sleeping. Ye Anian would come over and hold it for a while every day before.

　　"I've only been sleeping for a few days, and you haven't eaten well." Jiang Zhu pulled him and casually checked his pulse, his brows suddenly furrowed.

　　"I just ate." Ye Anyian pursed his lips and said softly.

　　"Yes." Jiang Zhu nodded, "Not just now, but also eat well every day."

　　"Okay." Ye Anyian agreed.

　　"You also need to have a good rest." Jiang Zhu added, "You don't have to come over to see me every day."

　　"good."

　　"I have already explained everything about the restaurant to Ziyu before. After... she will tell you bit by bit. You don't need to worry about too much. It's just the accounts in the shop below that you need to check. "

　　"If you are bored living in Baihezhai, take Fuzai and Dingqiu over. Or you can go back to Tianshui Town if you want."

　　"And..." His eyes fell on Ye Anyian's flat belly and he smiled slightly, "You still have this little guy here, there is always hope in the future, so you have to live a good life."

　　Ye Anian tightened the corners of his lips and twitched slightly. He looked away calmly and said, "Let's talk about something else."