The poor lover provoked Luo Xiaoniang

Chapter 22
The rain had intensified during the night, pattering against the rear windows.

Luo Jiaojiao, who was already distraught, recalled the scene when she was drinking with Song Langjun, and her heart became even more flustered.

Mr. Bo Lang was sitting in front of them drinking, completely ignoring Mr. Song's perverted look when he was holding him.

Fortunately, Song Langjun was too strong to drink, and their banquet ended soon.

Luo Jiaojiao found that Bo Langjun seemed to be drunk too.He only drank three cups, how could he be drunk?

Luo Jiaojiao and Jiang Yu helped Bo Langjun into the guest room.Jiang Yu looked at the resentful Luo Jiaojiao, but hesitated to speak.

Luo Jiaojiao pushed Bo Langjun down heavily on the bed, and took off his boots.

Mr. Bo Lang didn't seem to respond, he just fell asleep and couldn't wake up.Luo Jiaojiao lay beside Bo Langjun, and managed to stay until dawn in a daze.She got up and put on her clothes, washed and washed, and went to call Bo Langjun.

Bo Langjun lay motionless on the bed, without any reaction.

"Isn't he sick?" Luo Jiaojiao couldn't help but tremble when she saw the rain that was still falling outside the window.

Bo Langjun's head was hot, and Luo Jiaojiao was so frightened that he yelled, "Jiang Yu! Come here!"

There was a sound of footsteps, but Jiang Yu was not the only one who came in.Song Langjun, whom Luo Jiaojiao least wanted to see, also came.However, his face was very pale, as if he had a serious illness.

Song Langjun poked Bo Langjun's forehead with his hands, and then said to Jiang Yu: "Quickly ask the store to invite a doctor!"

"Yes!" Jiang Yu ran out quickly.

Song Langjun turned to look at Luo Jiaojiao, his eyes became gloomy and uncertain.

Luo Jiaojiao nervously clutched Bo Langjun's quilt, ready to strike.

"Did you prescribe the medicine?" Song Langjun looked directly into Luo Jiaojiao's eyes, and his eyes became vicious.

"What? Someone drugged him? He'll be fine!" Luo Jiaojiao looked at Bo Langjun in surprise.

"I thought you and your husband are deeply in love, so you won't hurt him!" Song Langjun saw Luo Jiaojiao's expression, and knew that she didn't know about it.

"The doctor is here!" Jiang Yu walked in with an old doctor.

Song Langjun and Luo Jiaojiao stepped back and asked the old doctor for diagnosis and treatment.The old doctor took Bo Langjun's pulse, checked it, took out a pill and put it in Bo Langjun's mouth, and then went to the outer room to write a prescription.

Jiang Yu and Song Langjun followed out.Luo Jiaojiao stood by the bed and looked at Bo Langjun.Her thoughts turned all over the place, and she already guessed that the person who gave the medicine might be Bo Langjun.

This person is so cruel that he doesn't even feel sorry for himself.Luo Jiaojiao didn't know why she felt so sad.

"Why are you crying? I'm not dead!" Bo Langjun opened his eyes, his voice was very weak.

Only then did Luo Jiaojiao realize that she was crying at some point.

"You and I were both drugged in the wine. I suspected that she did it. But seeing her affection for you, I really can't guess who did it?" Song Langjun walked around Bu Zi walked in.

"This medicine is not fatal, I am also very puzzled!" Bo Langjun frowned.At this moment, he has a splitting headache, and he is desperately enduring it!
"No! If this medicine is not stimulated by alcohol, it will slowly attack after three days, and the gods will not be able to save it! But if the medicine is mixed with wine, it will reduce the medicine's effectiveness by half! Isn't it right? Why is she okay?" Song Langjun asked. His eyes were filled with suspicion again.

"Since wine can cure the nature of the medicine, it is absolutely impossible for the medicine to be poured into the wine." Bo Langjun reluctantly sat up.

"Not in the wine? Could it be in the food?"

"No! The person who gave the medicine didn't know that we have a drinking game, otherwise..." Before Bo Langjun finished speaking, he was interrupted by Song Langjun.

"I know! It's in the tea!" Song Langjun hit the bedpost with his palm, and the whole copper bed shook violently.

Good work!Luo Jiaojiao's heart shuddered, and she couldn't help secretly glad that she didn't use force to fight at the wine table.

"You have a good rest! I'm going to find out who has the courage!" Song Langjun walked out quickly.

Jiang Yu went to grab the medicine.Only Bo Langjun and Luo Jiaojiao were left in the room.

"Help me to lie down! My head is going to explode!" Bo Langjun closed his eyes tightly, looking in unbearable pain.

Luo Jiaojiao quickly helped him to lie down.She dipped the towel into the water basin, then wrung it dry and applied it to Bo Langjun's forehead.

When Luo Jiao was young, whenever her sister had a fever, that's what her mother did.

"Talk with me, maybe the pain won't be so severe!" Bo Langjun grabbed Luo Jiaojiao's hand.

Luo Jiaojiao found that Bo Langjun's hands were also hot, so she couldn't help but squeezed his hands tightly and said, "What did you say?"

"Anything is fine! As long as it can distract me!" Bo Langjun was indeed a little bit overwhelmed.

"Then let me tell you about my master! His name is Shan Chen, and he is a famous swordsman. When I was six years old, he came to my house as a guest. He liked to play with me, so my mother asked him to teach me kung fu."

"He always asks me to practice martial arts in different ways, never beats or scolds me, and never forces me to practice. So I gradually fell in love with martial arts."

"Three years later, he left. My mother also passed away in that year." Luo Jiaojiao felt bad when she mentioned her deceased mother.

"What happened later?" Mr. Bo Lang was quite surprised when he heard Shan Chen's name.He didn't expect that Luo Jiaojiao's master turned out to be Shan Chen, who ranked second in the martial arts ranking list of the Han Dynasty.

"He came again three years ago and stayed for a month. During this month, he watched me practice every day, and he completely lost the indulgence I had when I was a child."

"Whenever I can't persevere, he will say that my mother let me learn martial arts. If I don't study hard, how can I be worthy of my mother's spirit in heaven." Luo Jiaojiao said in a lower voice.

"Lang Jun! The medicine is ready!" Jiang Yu walked in with a medicine bowl.

"Give it to me!" Luo Jiaojiao took the medicine bowl and blew gently.

Jiang Yu helped Bo Langjun up, and then retreated.

Luo Jiaojiao picked up a spoon and fed Bo Langjun the medicine.Bo Langjun looked at Luo Jiaojiao who was close at hand, and found that her eyelashes were very long and her eyes were very bright.

A bowl of medicine is gone.Luo Jiaojiao realized that Bo Langjun was watching her all the time.She hurried out with the medicine bowl.

Mr. Bo Lang took off the handkerchief on his head, got up and began to put on his clothes.Luo Jiaojiao handed the medicine bowl to Jiang Yu, and then helped Mr. Bo get dressed.

"Is your head not hurting?" Luo Jiaojiao asked softly.

"It hurts! But we can't stay here!" After Bo Langjun finished speaking, he turned and walked out of the room.

The rain gradually stopped, only the eaves were still "ticking" the rain.

"Please hand over this letter to Song Langjun yourself!" When Bo Langjun walked to the counter, he raised his hand and handed the letter between his fingers to the innkeeper.

I didn't expect that he had already planned everything!Luo Jiaojiao, who was following Bo Langjun, murmured to herself.

The carriage started.Mr. Bo Lang couldn't help coughing.After all, the air after the rain is cold, and his illness is still not cured, so naturally he can't stand the cold wind.

Luo Jiaojiao took off her robe and put it on Bo Langjun.

"Forget your heart!" Bo Langjun smiled.Only then did Luo Jiaojiao realize that his smile was bright and sunny.

"You didn't hesitate to test yourself for poison for me, how could I not know?" Luo Jiaojiao lowered her head, annoyed that she was still scolding him in her heart while drinking last night.

"Since you owe me, you must pay it back!" Bo Langjun's smile grew stronger.

"Why? Promise with your body?" Luo Jiaojiao didn't mean it when she said it, but she blushed after she finished speaking.

"If you are willing to be a concubine..."

"Don't talk!" Luo Jiaojiao opened the window angrily.

"Cough! Cough!" A gust of cool wind entered the carriage, and Bo Langjun coughed violently again.

With a bang, the window closed.

(End of this chapter)