"You didn't hit me hard enough, no need for medicine!" Dongfang Heng raised an eyebrow, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, his strength slowly draining away.
"Dongfang Heng!" Shen Lixue felt Dongfang Heng's body growing heavier and heavier, a sign that he was about to vomit blood again. "I'll carry you to the carriage!"
"I am very heavy!" Dongfang Heng looked at Shen Lixue and explained, word by word, his deep eyes revealing an unusual solemnity.
"Stop talking nonsense, I've already carried you once. I could carry you last time, and I can definitely carry you this time too!" Shen Lixue stood in front of Dongfang Heng, grabbed his arms, and carried him on her back.
Dongfang Heng was taller and heavier than Shen Lixue. The moment she carried him on her back, she felt a surge of internal energy, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on her forehead.
"I'm quite heavy, aren't I!" Dongfang Heng pulled on his spotless white sleeve and gently wiped the cold sweat from Shen Lixue's forehead.
"It's alright!" Shen Lixue took a deep breath, carried Dongfang Heng on her back, and walked forward step by step. Although she said she was carrying him, Dongfang Heng's two legs were still on the ground. He was tall and she was relatively short, so she couldn't completely carry him on her back.
"If you're tired, let's stop and take a break!" Dongfang Heng suggested with concern and consideration.
"I know!" Shen Lixue frowned. With a serious illness flaring up, of course he should return to the capital for treatment as soon as possible. How could he rest casually? However, why is Dongfang Heng so ill? He seems to be more ill than when he had his last attack. A patient should become lighter and lighter after being sick for a long time. Why is he different from others?
The carriage was on the other side of the lake. The shortest distance was to fly across the lake, but Shen Lixue's lightness skill was only at the beginner level. She couldn't even float on the water herself, let alone carry someone on her back. As for Dongfang Heng, he was seriously ill and couldn't use his internal energy to perform lightness skills.
Since the two of them didn't have any signal flares with them, they had to walk along the shore and go around most of the lake to get on the carriage.
Behind the two, a man dressed in a light blue robe stepped out from under the tree. He was handsome, his clothes fluttering, and he was as ethereal as a fairy. It was Dongfang Xun.
Shen Lixue was wearing Dongfang Heng's coat, which was loose and oversized. A gentle breeze blew by, and the loose hem of the coat fluttered, creating a unique scene. Dongfang Heng's tall body was on her back, with his hands hanging down in front of her chest, covering most of her. From Dongfang Xun's direction, he could only vaguely see her walking quickly.
Although Dongfang Heng's face was pale, his eyes were sharp and bright, showing no sign of serious injury. A slight smile played on his lips as he gazed intently at Shen Lixue.
Dongfang Xun frowned slightly and turned to look to the side. Three meters away, on the grass, a light purple Ruan Yanluo dress lay quietly. It hadn't been blown into the lake, but rather carried a distance by the tall and short grass, which covered the dress, so Chen Lixue and Dongfang Heng didn't see it.
Dongfang Xun stepped forward, picked up the dress. After being blown by the wind and sun, the Xiang dress was mostly dry. The silky smooth fabric felt very comfortable against the skin, and the embroidered flowers on the waist and hem were exquisite.
A faint, elegant fragrance wafted by, and he was slightly taken aback. It was the unique scent of Shen Lixue.
Looking up again, Dongfang Heng and Shen Lixue had already walked far away. Just as the sun was setting, their figures, embracing each other, were set against the red sunset, reflecting the green trees and the green water, like a beautiful painting.
Dongfang Xun lowered his eyelids, slowly put away Ruan Yanluo, and his slender figure walked into the woods and disappeared.
After a difficult journey, Shen Lixue carried Dongfang Heng on her back and finally arrived at the carriage. She helped Dongfang Heng into the carriage and then sat down herself. Indeed, his condition would not worsen in the short term. She took out a spare soft cushion and placed it in the carriage. She lay on the cushion on her side and rested with her eyes slightly closed.
Dongfang Heng was very heavy, and she carried him all the way. It was more tiring than fighting with someone. As soon as her head hit the pillow, sleepiness quickly overcame her, and she fell asleep without realizing it.
In a hazy state, Shen Lixue felt a tingling sensation on her face, as if something was moving around. She waved her hand, preparing to drive away the annoying thing, while a faint scent of pine lingered in her nostrils.
Shen Lixue was startled and suddenly opened her eyes, only to be met with Dongfang Heng's magnified handsome face. His dark pupils clearly reflected her image, and she felt a sudden panic: "Dongfang Heng, what are you doing!"
Dongfang Heng smiled and said, "I woke you up, we're home!"
"Back to the capital?" Shen Lixue was taken aback. She pushed Dongfang Heng away, sat up, and saw light-colored curtains, light-colored sheets, light-colored quilts, and noble dark wood furniture. This was Dongfang Heng's inner room in the Holy King's Mansion.
"Do you know how to brew medicine?" Dongfang Heng asked in a low voice.
"I know a little bit!" Shen Lixue frowned. She was not proficient in ancient herbs. She only knew that you had to add water and herbs to make medicine, but she didn't know anything else.
The corners of Dongfang Heng's mouth curved upwards slightly: "My injuries have flared up again, go and brew some medicine for me!"
"Why not let the guards stay up?" Shen Lixue raised an eyebrow. Dongfang Heng was the Prince An of the Holy King's Mansion. He didn't have any maids in his courtyard, but he had quite a few guards and servants. They were the ones who served him when his serious injuries recurred. They knew more about his injuries than she did.
"The guard responsible for brewing medicine for me is out on business and won't be back for an hour or two!" Dongfang Heng said softly, walking to the cabinet and taking out a set of clothes for Shen Lixue.
"I'm not particularly skilled at brewing medicine. What if I mess it up?" Shen Lixue took the clothes, frowning as she looked at Dongfang Heng. He was very ill, and the medicine he was taking couldn't be taken lightly. Otherwise, it would be playing with his life.
Dongfang Heng smiled, "It's alright, I'll teach you. Hurry up and change your clothes!"
"You can brew medicine too?" Shen Lixue was taken aback, her gaze towards Dongfang Heng revealing a deeper meaning: "Then why don't you brew it yourself?"
"I am a patient!" As if to prove his words, Dongfang Heng coughed a few times, his thin lips were slightly pale, and his face was tinged with an unnatural red.
Shen Lixue pouted, took the clothes and went behind the screen. Just as she put on her clean white undergarment, Dongfang Heng walked in slowly.
Shen Lixue glared at him: "I was changing clothes, what are you doing following me in?"
Dongfang Heng coughed lightly a few times: "Let me button your shirt!"
Shen Lixue frowned, quickly put on her light blue dress, took the buttons and pressed them into the buttonholes: "I can button them myself!" But whether the buttonholes were too small or the buttons were too big, she couldn't button them in after a long time.
"You're too slow. By the time you finish buttoning these buttons, my medicine will be almost ready!" Dongfang Heng's jade-like fingers took the buttons and quickly pressed them into their corresponding eyelets, carefully examining Shen Lixue. Finding nothing amiss, he took her small hand and led her out of the screen to the medicine furnace.
The medicinal herbs he needed were all prepared, neatly arranged, and all that was left was to brew them.
Chapter 126 Eavesdropping on Secrets
"The guards found the Ghost Doctor of Southern Xinjiang in the Underworld Prison of Southern Xinjiang. It will take at least twenty days to get from there to Qingyan Capital. We'll arrive in a few more days!" Dongfang Heng said calmly, picking up a ginseng root and examining it carefully before putting it into the medicine pot. His eyelids lowered slightly, concealing the expression in his eyes.
Shen Lixue frowned: "When the guards send messages, they can use the fastest express courier service. The Ghost Doctor from Southern Xinjiang should be able to get to Qingyan as quickly as possible. It shouldn't take that long!"
Dongfang Heng's heartbreak had reached its breaking point, and he wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer. The guards knew his condition well and would not dawdle in returning to the capital: "Are you hiding something from me?"
"The guards and the Ghost Doctor encountered a minor incident along the way, which delayed them a bit. He should be able to arrive in the capital in five or six days at most!" Dongfang Heng said casually, taking some unknown herbs and putting them into the medicine pot.
Shen Lixue narrowed her eyes slightly. Dongfang Heng's guards were all specially trained, and anything that could hold them back was definitely not simple: "Is someone secretly hindering your treatment?"
Dongfang Heng's gaze darkened. He didn't answer, but instead shoved the medicine pot full of herbs into Shen Lixue's hands: "Fill the pot with water, light a fire, and boil it."
"Is someone really plotting against you in the dark?" Shen Lixue held the medicine jar, looking at Dongfang Heng, her deep, dark eyes flashing with a sharp light.
Severely injured and tormented by heartache for three years, suffering monthly attacks that made his life a living hell, his experience was tragic. The arrival of the Ghost Doctor from the Southern Frontier offered only a sliver of hope, with no guarantee of healing. And even this last sliver of hope was cruelly crushed by others. Who could be so ruthless as to leave him no chance of survival?
"Don't worry, I can handle these little things. Hurry up and brew the medicine, my illness seems to be getting worse!" Dongfang Heng coughed a few times, his handsome face was a little pale, his sexy lips were slightly dry, his jade-like fingers were tightly covering his chest, and cold sweat was seeping from his forehead.