"I don't know how many days it will take them to come back from Licheng. I'm really worried when I see Tang Yazi getting thinner and lethargic day by day!"

The next day, Yang Ruoqing came out of Luo Fengtang's house. When Xiaoyu was cleaning the yard, she said to Yang Ruoqing worriedly.

"How was last night? Did you wake up in the middle of the night? Didn't you have breakfast?"

She glanced at the untouched rice bowl in Yang Ruoqing's hand and asked again.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head.

"I fed him half a bowl of red date simmered rice last night, and he slept until now." She said.

"I went to call him just now. I opened my eyes and saw that he was delivering food. I shook my head and fell asleep again."

Yang Ruoqing said, standing under the eaves, looking at the rising sun, but her heart was filled with darkness.

Xiao Yu also put down her broom and stood aside, sighing along with her.

In the morning, Chang Geng and others came to visit Luo Fengtang. Luo Fengtang's illness was now a matter that affected everyone's hearts.

"Qing'er, do you think we should also set up some earthworks to try?"

As the eldest elder here, Chang Geng pulled Yang Ruoqing aside in private and asked in a low voice.

Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment, "Tu Fangzi? Uncle Chang Geng, what do you mean...?"

Should I look for folk remedies, or should I pray to God and worship Buddha?

Chang Geng said: "Please pray to God and worship Buddha."

Yang Ruoqing hesitated for a moment.

"To be honest, I couldn't believe what happened to my second uncle last time," she said.

"My grandma went to the goddess and tried to find a solution, but the second uncle still died."

"Maybe there is such a master, but I don't know where to look for it? All I find are charlatans!" Yang Ruoqing said.

"Forget it, just find the goddess and the magic stick. Pick an even day in the past two days and I'll go to a nearby temple to burn incense and make a wish," she said.

Chang Geng nodded: "Okay, I want to invite the doctor, and I also want to burn incense in the temple."

After making the decision, Yang Ruoqing went to Tuoba Xian and Xiao Yaxue to talk about the matter.

Hearing that Yang Ruoqing was going to burn incense in a nearby temple, Tuoba Xian said: "I'll go and you stay. Feng Tang needs people around him."

Yang Ruoqing said: "The temple is halfway up a mountain outside the town. It's a bit far away. And this is the south. The farther south you go, the closer you are to the land of Nanmanzi. I'm worried..."

Tuoba Xian shook his head and said: "It doesn't matter. I'll ask Yaxue and the escort to accompany me there. Everything will be fine."

"Besides, Fengtang is my son and I am his mother. I went to the temple to make a wish, hoping that the Bodhisattva would bless Fengtang out of my piety!"

Hearing what Tuoba Xian said, Yang Ruoqing had no choice but to give up.

Tangyazi is indeed surrounded by people now.

In the blink of an eye, two days passed.

Tuoba Xian and Xiao Yaxue have both returned from the temple, but Li Dayer and Narisong have not returned yet.

But Luo Fengtang's situation became worse and worse.

There are twelve hours a day, and I sleep for almost ten of them.

He fell into a drowsy sleep, had a fever from time to time, and talked nonsense.

Yang Ruoqing couldn't understand a word of what was said.

Sometimes I would wake up suddenly in the middle of the night, open my eyes, and stare at the tent ceiling in a daze.

"Tangyaozi, are you awake?"

Yang Ruoqing immediately sat up and looked at him.

"Are you thirsty? Do you want some tea?" she asked again.

Facing her inquiry, Luo Fengtang remained indifferent, still staring blankly at the tent.

"Tangyaozi, what's wrong with you?"

Yang Ruoqing asked again, reaching out her hand and shaking it gently in front of his eyes.

He remained unmoved.

At this time, Yang Ruoqing was really frightened and sat up.

"Tangyazi, Tang..."

Only halfway through the last sentence, Luo Fengtang's eyes suddenly moved.

Then, he turned his head and his eyes fell on her.

This look is extremely clear, deep and sharp.

It was like there was a layer of hostility surging inside.

When her eyes collided with his, Yang Ruoqing suddenly felt a chill in her heart.

Through this look, she seemed to see the bloody storm and hear the fierce fighting.

This is Luo Fengtang's eyes, but it is not Luo Fengtang's eyes.

Because there was no shadow of her in his eyes at all.

Looking at her was like looking at a complete stranger.

This feeling made Yang Ruoqing panic.

"Tangyaozi, I'm Qing'er, what's wrong with you?" she murmured.

He still looked at her, quietly, with an invisible intimidation in his eyes.

"hiss……"

Yang Ruoqing took a breath, mustered up the courage to reach out her hand, and gently touched his forehead.

The tentacles were scalding hot.

"Tangyaozi..." She called out anxiously, not even bothering to analyze his look. She quickly got out of bed and went to get him the antipyretic medicine she had prepared in advance.

When she returned to the bed with the decoction, he closed his eyes again and breathed evenly and deeply.

"You fell asleep now?" Yang Ruoqing was a little confused.

He walked over and called him softly: "Tangyaozi, Tangyaozi, wake up, take medicine..."

What responded to her was his deep snoring.

Yang Ruoqing freed up another hand and touched his forehead.

The strange thing is that it was clearly scalding hot before, but now it's cold again.

"It's really evil. What on earth is going on here?"

Yang Ruoqing was extremely surprised. She had never encountered such a strange thing in her two lifetimes.

There seems to be no similar strange disease in medicine. What is going on? Can anyone shed some light on it?

That night, listening to the deep breathing of the person beside her pillow, Yang Ruoqing could not fall asleep for a long time.

I spent the whole night tossing and turning, sometimes wondering what was going on with him, and sometimes wondering when Risong and Li Dal would come back.

Just like that, half awake and half asleep, not sure whether I was asleep or not.

That's it, until dawn.

When she got up and washed herself, Yang Ruoqing looked at herself in the bronze mirror and couldn't recognize herself.

How many days have it been since you took a good look in the mirror? Is this still you?

The eyes are sunken, the cheekbones are protruding, and the cheeks look like they have been ground to the bone.

Look at this skin color again...

Hey, don’t look at it!

Isn't this the same Yang Ruoqing who was so delicate and delicate before, and could shine wherever she went?

What an aunt!

"Qing'er, Qing'er, are you up yet?"

Outside the house, the sound of light rain suddenly came.

Yang Ruoqing hurried over and opened the door: "You're up, what's wrong?"

Xiaoyu ran out of breath, "Hurry, Risong and Brother Big Er are back that day. They have invited a famous doctor, and the carriage is parked at the door!"

"Really? That's great!"

Yang Ruoqing was about to rush out of the house, but Xiao Yu stopped her.

"Hey, you haven't combed your hair yet, comb your hair quickly!" Xiaoyu said.

Yang Ruoqing said: "I can't care anymore, I have to pick up the doctor first."

Thinking of her hair hanging down, she seems to be a little concerned about her image.

Yang Ruoqing then picked up a piece of blue floral cloth and wrapped her hair. This look was exactly that of a young country woman.
Chapter completed!