No one knows how heavy Xia Hojing's promise is.

Even Yingqian ignored the prompts in his head because he was in a trance.

My body is really too cold.

Even the cracks in the bones were penetrated by the cold wind.

The tingling sensation is approaching numbness.

She almost bit her lower lip and barely managed to maintain the last trace of consciousness.

Oh shit.

This is really hard.

She remembered the mama-boy duo of Concubine Shu and the Eighth Prince.

In the future, she will come back with revenge!

She cursed in her mind.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

Unable to bear it anymore, Ying Qian's body went limp, he fell into the snow and passed out.

She felt that she was seriously ill.

How could a young body withstand such torture?

Fortunately, when this world ends, all illnesses will be gone.

Yingqian was already prepared to get sick.

But I didn't expect that I could be so sick.

For the whole day, she was wrapped in two quilts and lay in bed, feeling drowsy.

It was as if consciousness had been pulled out of the body.

Floating swayingly in the air.

Indistinctly.

Yingqian felt someone coming to the bed.

A breath that is both familiar and unfamiliar invades the body.

She wanted to search through her memory.

But I really don't have the strength.

There was warm porcelain pressed against his lips.

There seemed to be a soft voice coming from my ears.

In the haze, she seemed to hear something and subconsciously wanted to respond.

The warm liquid quietly invaded the dry throat.

She swallowed subconsciously.

A few drops of the liquid left the corners of the lips and were carefully wiped away with a cloth.

Yingqian fell asleep again.

She felt the same feeling in a daze, as if she had experienced it many times.

Three whole days passed.

Only then did Ying Qian open his eyes.

Lianbi, who was standing by the bed, was stunned for a moment, then her face filled with joy and she exclaimed:

"Princess wakes up!"

She quickly ran to the bed and saw that Yingqian seemed to be about to get up. She hurriedly reached out to help him and said hurriedly:

"You are still weak. Don't move less. Do you want a drink of water? I'll get it, slave!"

Yingqian shook his head.

Just getting up consumed all the energy accumulated in her body.

He leaned against the bed and panted for a long time.

Both legs still hurt badly.

Every movement feels like a pain in the heart.

She took a breath, and a trace of unconcealable pain appeared on her pale face. Lianbi saw it and hurriedly yelled.

"Wangqiu, go call the imperial doctor!"

"Go right away!"

Wangqiu entered the door, put down the tray in his hand, and hurriedly ran out.

Lianbi went over and brought the tray over, took out the stew pot from it, poured out a bowl of warm white porridge, and brought it to Yingqian.

"You haven't eaten in three days. Princess, please eat something first, otherwise you will have to drink medicine again when the doctor comes."

"I can't eat it yet."

Ying Qian's throat was extremely dry, and although her stomach was empty, the bitter taste in her mouth never dissipated.

She cleared her throat and looked at the porridge, but she had no appetite at all.

"Then let's drink some tea first?" Lianbi looked at her gloomy expression and quickly took away the porridge bowl, replaced it with a cup and handed it over, "Want to moisten your throat?"

Ying Qian knotted his knot, took a sip, and then asked in hindsight:

"How's Xia Hojing doing?"

This time, Lianbi was a little at a loss.

She hesitated for a moment, worried that Yingqian had not recovered from her serious illness and was stimulated, so she did not tell her what happened to Xia Hojing outside the wall that day.

Lian Bi only said:

"This servant doesn't know either, but he should be here soon."

Yingqian felt relieved after hearing that he was fine.

She breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Lianbi, and said softly:

"You have worked hard to take care of me these past few days."

"Where." Lianbi curled her lips and said, "The seventeenth prince is guarding the princess."

Yingqian was stunned, "Xiahou Jing?"

Lianbi nodded, her tone a little helpless.

"The slaves also tried to persuade her, but he still refused to leave, so he stayed by the princess's side day and night. The princess had a severe fever, so he gave her medicine to wipe away her sweat, and even asked the imperial doctor for medicinal materials to treat her legs.

After it's boiled, soak it in a cloth and apply heat to your legs."

Only then did Ying Qian react.

It turns out that the person she felt when she fell asleep was not an illusion.

But Xia Houjing.

No wonder.

She felt familiar yet strange.

Seeing Yingqian with her head lowered and lost in thought, Lianbi thought she was worried about her legs and hurriedly comforted her:

"Princess, I heard from the imperial doctor that although your legs are cold, you should keep them healthy in the future and don't get cold again. It will be fine."

In the final analysis, this is all the credit of Xia Houjing.

If he hadn't thought the most carefully.

When Gai Yingqian was in a coma, she remembered her legs.

It’s not guaranteed now, it’s going to be very difficult.

It hurts a little, but it's better than not realizing it.

Ying Qian breathed a sigh of relief, squeezed his knees, and a soft light flashed in his eyes.

She didn't hurt this child in vain.

It's really reliable.

She raised the corners of her lips, her mood immediately improved, and she asked Lianbi for some white porridge. As soon as she took a spoonful, Wangqiu rushed back with the imperial doctor.

Soon afterwards, Xia Hojing also entered the door.

In just a few days, he had lost a lot of weight.

Ying Qian looked quite distressed.
To be continued...