The prince who was often taught by the concubine is sick

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"Master, for the chrysanthemum tea you want, there is no goji berries on board, please bear with me."

As soon as they boarded the boat, Mo Qi yelled for tea.

Bisheng didn't want to drink the Longjing tea that he brought with him, but insisted on drinking chrysanthemum and wolfberry tea.

Baolai had no choice but to "search" on the boat, and finally found a handful of dried chrysanthemums from the boatman, and then barely completed what his master asked him to do.

The quality of the chrysanthemum is not good, most of the petals in the brewed tea are scattered, and the tea is yellowish.

Mo Qi took a sip and put it down immediately, raised his eyes and asked, "Where did you find it?"

Baolai was taken aback for a moment, looking at the expressionless master, feeling apprehensive in his heart.

To tell the truth, not to tell the truth?

"Ask you, why are you in a daze!"

Mo Qi pushed the chrysanthemum tea to the side, taking a step further away from him, and the musty smell of the tea was lessened.

Baolai's voice was trembling at the moment, and he spoke intermittently, "Master, don't be angry, this chrysanthemum...chrysanthemum...tea..."

"I asked where did the chrysanthemum come from?"

Mo Qi couldn't help but sigh, is she so scary?

"Don't dare, the slave asked for it from the boatman. It's the scented tea he drank himself, probably of poor quality..."

Before Baolai finished speaking, Mo Qi got up straight away, and said as he walked out, "Bring some broken silver over here, and use it as money for tea."

"..."

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Yangzhou goes northward by water, all the way to Jindi without stopping.

Then you only need to take a horse-drawn carriage for a day's journey to Yunjing.

Mo Qi thought that her plan was excellent, but she didn't want to have an unexpected accident halfway through.

By noon the next day, she felt her stomach churning and rolling.

An uncontrollable nausea continued to rise, and before she could stand up in time, she spat out the icteric water in a mouthful.

Afterwards, Mo Qi hung obliquely on the edge of the bed, dying with half his life.

"Yu Huai'an, why are you in such poor health, you'll faint even on a boat!"

Mo Qi was angry and helpless.

She suffered from heatstroke yesterday, she hadn't eaten for a day, and she only drank a bowl of soup this morning.

Right now, everything that should be digested in the stomach has been digested, leaving only jaundice to vomit.

She vomited several times in a row, and finally the jaundice was gone.

"Bola..."

The sound was buzzing like a mosquito, and Mo Qi felt a sore throat and couldn't make a sound.

When Baolai heard the sound coming in, his expression changed drastically.

"My lord, how are you doing!"

"seasick."

Mo Qi uttered two words, and immediately tilted his head and passed out.

When I woke up again, it was already night.

Baolai stood by her side, holding a bowl of dark soup in his hand.

Seeing her eyes open, she excitedly said: "My lord, this is the sour plum juice brought by the boatman. It is specially used to treat seasickness. You can drink it quickly and you will be fine."

While talking, Baolai brought the sour plum juice to her.

Fine dregs floated around the surface of the soup bowl, and the soup was cloudy, and Mo Qi lost his appetite after looking at it.

"Don't drink."

Leaning directly on the pillow, he turned around.

Baolai persuaded him several times, but got no response, and felt a little anxious.

"Grandpa Shi..."

"Drink it, don't get angry with your body. You also know that I am weak and sick. If I don't drink the soup for a day, I will feel weak. If it gets worse due to seasickness, it will not be good for you."

Yu Huai'an suddenly opened his mouth, persuading him: "This body is already yours, if you don't cherish it, no one can help you."

After these few days of deep thinking, he has calmly accepted this ridiculous but true thing.

From then on, Mo Qi was him, living on his behalf; while he only existed as a remnant soul, looking at the world quietly.

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