I Raised A Sick And Weak Prince

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Although he was confused, he also remembered that before he fell into a coma last night, he had already had a cold sweat, and it was very hot and sticky, but because of the fever and coma, his body was heavy and his mind was confused, and he couldn't get up to change.

But now, he is clearly wearing dry clothes!

The buttons were neatly tied and ironed, and the original robe was thrown at the foot of the bed.

...and more than that, Lu Huan's stunned gaze fell on his pillow. Two cold cloth towels were folded into cloth strips, and there were water stains on them, which seemed to be melted snow.

Lu Huan subconsciously touched his forehead, and the fever has subsided!

If Lu Huan didn't realize what was happening at this moment, when his eyes moved to the soup bowl beside the bed, his pupils shrank suddenly, as if he saw something startling, he couldn't react for a while ——

An empty bowl.

There was also the smell of bitter medicine in the air, including between his lips and teeth, there was also the smell of medicine.

This is?

Did he finish the rest of the soup?

Someone broke in last night and forcibly fed him medicine? !

Lu Huan felt the alarm bell in his heart, and subconsciously lifted the quilt and jumped out of the bed. Because he had not fully recovered his spirits, he was a little unsteady, and he barely stood on the head of the bed. But he held his breath vigilantly, checked himself for a week, only to find that——

No trace of poisoning? ! There was also no sign of discomfort at all.

... On the contrary, compared to last night, the fever has completely subsided, and my whole body feels a lot better.

Lu Huan turned around again, and leaned down to check the few unopened medicine packets, which seemed to be left on purpose for him to take until the typhoid fever was completely cured.

He opened the packs one by one, sniffed them, grabbed the medicinal herbs with his fingers and looked at them, but he saw that they were all nourishing and warming or treating typhoid fever, and there were no bad medicines.

"..."

how come……?

Someone broke in, but not to harm him, but to send medicine on purpose - even taking care of him overnight?

Lu Huan was extremely shocked, grabbing the medicine bag, his fingers clenched involuntarily, and his mind was a little blank in the room.

Looking down at some drug residues spilled on the ground beside the bed, his heart trembled slightly, not knowing how to react.

I do not know how long it has been.

The first ray of sunlight in the morning came in from the window of the wood house and fell on his thick black eyelashes and slightly pale complexion. At this moment, his usual indifferent face rarely appeared a bit of daze that did not belong to him.

...

Lu Huan has a lot of things to do in Japan today.

Three taels of silver are not much, and I can buy some things, but there is no way to maintain a long-term livelihood.

He bought some leek roots and early spring zucchini from the market yesterday. These are winter crops. As long as you take care of them carefully, you can get a harvest as soon as possible. In addition, the eggs laid by hens can also sell for a good price.

Since this land already belongs to him, he has to make good use of it to earn some silver taels while maintaining his food and clothing before Mrs. Ning Wang has no further action.

Now that juggling swords is restricted in the capital, it is impossible for Lu Huan to make money in this way, not to mention that he is the concubine of Prince Ning's mansion, and he is not allowed to enter and exit many times. Every time he enters and exits, he is guarded as a thief.

Therefore, after thinking about it, he could only plant more things, and by bribing the guard at the side door, let him help to sell it quietly in exchange for silver taels.

With silver, Lu Huan can change his current predicament——

Lu Yu'an and Lu Wenxiu are the direct sons. They can go to the Imperial College and practice martial arts together with the princes on weekdays. They are born with a golden spoon, but they don't know how to cherish them, especially Lu Wenxiu, who skips classes all day long.

Lu Huan, who was born as a concubine, has been trapped in a corner of the Chai Court since he was a child.

Although he had learned a or two secretly outside the courtyard wall when the head of the Imperial Army was invited to Prince Ning's mansion, and he already knew how to ride archery and the Four Books and Five Classics, he knew that this was far from enough.

His ambition and revenge are more than that!

He knew very well that he had to study and know the truth in order to achieve the world. He needs money to buy books and bows and arrows.

Even if you have more silver taels, you can sneak out to find a private school and stay away from Ning Wangfu.

But now-

The man who suddenly appeared beside him, apparently disrupted his plans a little.

Lu Huan stood under the eaves, watching the roosters and hens fluttering in the yard.

He looked at the vine trellis covered by last night's snow, and the seeds of various crops leaning against the walls.

He walked over and sprinkled the feed on the fence, and the twenty-six chickens immediately surrounded them excitedly, pecking at the ground.

Lu Huan walked over to the hen's nest to take a look. He didn't know if it was because there were too many chickens. Some hens had already started laying eggs last night. He reached out and touched two hot eggs.

For Lu Huan, who had been treated harshly by Mrs. Ning Wang since childhood and had hardly eaten hot meals, an egg was obviously a delicacy that could only be obtained from the kind-hearted Si Yiniang during the festivals.

But at this time, with the help of that person, he actually held two round and smooth hot eggs in his hand.

...

Lu Huan couldn't help but feel an indescribable feeling in his heart.

The mood on his face is also a bit complicated...

Could it be that the person was really not malicious?

If there is really malice, that person can come and go freely in the Chai Yard, and he was in a coma with a fever last night. That person can stab him with a dagger, and he has no room to resist!

In fact, not only last night, but at other times, that person can also start with him, but that person has been holding back, just sending all kinds of things he needs!

However, if there is no conspiracy, what is the purpose of that person sending things over and over again? Is it possible that you really want to help yourself and kindly give yourself help in the snow?

But—but how could—? !

Since he was born, he has never felt this kind of kindness. No one in Prince Ning's mansion will help him. It is good to follow Lu Wenxiu to step on him without flattery. He cast a pitying look to himself. Not in Prince Ning's mansion, and not even outside of Prince Ning's mansion!

How could someone suddenly, not show up again and again, but help him out of trouble? !

...he couldn't think of anyone who would treat him like that.

Lu Huan stared at the egg in his hand, and his palm seemed to have the remaining ice and snow feeling after he had grasped the cloth towel to reduce the fever, and the ripples in his heart were getting bigger and bigger.

If there really is such a person...

If it really did, he felt a little nervous in his heart, and his heart was pounding.

——And, in the throat, there was a bit of secret hope that even he himself could not perceive.

But Lu Huan immediately felt that his thoughts were absurd, even ridiculous.

If not, what if that person didn't mean to harm him or set any traps for him to jump, but he didn't mean to care about him as he thought, but just kept him within a courtyard wall. What kind of fun and pitiful plaything is the son of a child to play with?

After all, his life experience is clear. He was indeed born to King Ning and an outside prostitute, so it is impossible for him to have any secret life experience.

It is impossible for other relatives to help him secretly.

Well, aside from those frivolous tricks, charitable teasers—

Lu Huan really couldn't think of anyone who would be kind to such a concubine for no purpose.

...

Thinking of this, a pot of ironic cold water poured down immediately above his head.

Lu Huan pursed his lips, trying his best to stop his own thoughts, and extinguish all expectations and desires first.

His eyes became calm.

In any case, change with the same thing first.

...... On this day, he fed all the chickens, took the eggs, and started planting the winter crops he bought.

I didn't touch the clothes and things sent by the person before because I suspected that the person had ulterior motives, but after the wind and cold last night, although Lu Huan still didn't know the purpose of the other party, he took off some precautions and temporarily determined that the other party was not malicious.

So he divided the crops that the other party placed at the root of the wall.

Divide ready-made potatoes, carrots, etc. into twenty-three bags, and move them all to the kitchen.

The other seeds were kept in place, and the seeds that could be planted were planted on the day they could be planted, and those that could not be planted temporarily, they packed up a room next to the Chai Yard as a warehouse, and stored them in some ways.

After doing this, Lu Huan went to the kitchen.

Lu Huan can do all the chopping wood and water, and he is also good at cooking and cooking noodles. Otherwise, in this huge Ning Wang mansion, I am afraid that he will not be able to survive these years.

He lit the stove, rolled up his sleeves, revealing his clean and slender forearms, chopped carrots and potatoes, mixed them with flour, and spread them out in the pot. The white steam was steaming, and the fire was dim, and soon a cake was ready.

He moved his index finger, and his eyes could not help but sparkle.

This was the first time in years that he had eaten something warm instead of cold leftovers.

...

Lu Huan swallowed a few mouthfuls of bread, and after wrapping his stomach casually, he cut more carrots and mashed potatoes to make the firewood more vigorous.

He made another bigger, more fragrant, more tempting pancake.

But he didn't eat it, but put it on a plate and placed it on the stove, where it was heated by the remaining heat of the stove.

...

He stopped and looked out of the kitchen uncertainly.

It was already night, and there were some snowflakes floating in the sky, and everything was silent.

Will that person... come tonight?

He left the finished bread here, can that person see it? would you like it?

Lu Huan was a little nervous.

But—he immediately thought, if that person was really just playing alms to himself...

... Seeing him eagerly preparing bread for others, would that person laugh at him, that he is a poor bastard who is desperate to catch him if he has a little kindness?

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