Yu Jun

Chapter 31
Mo Qianlan stopped breathing for a moment.

However, facing Mo Lingfeng's flushed little face, he put her away as if nothing had happened, tucked the quilt up, and said softly: "Brother is here to guard you, sleep well, and you won't feel uncomfortable when you wake up."

Mo Lingfeng replied vaguely, then shook his head again: "No medicine."

Mo Qianlan lovingly touched her face: "Brother asked Li Yitie to add rock sugar to the prescription. My brother often drinks it like this. It's not bitter at all. After drinking it, I'll give you amber walnuts, okay?" ?”

Mo Lingfeng listened with vigor, stuck out his tongue and licked his dry and pale lips: "Brother's medicine is also a bit bitter."

"Yes, my brother's medicine and rock sugar are not enough," Mo Qianlan replied in a low voice, "Before you said you would give Wu Jin a Xuancheng Zhuge pen, my brother had sent someone to order it a long time ago. When you recover from illness, the pen It's also delivered, you personally deliver it to Wu Jin."

He stroked her hair, feeling bitter, astringent and sour, and secretly called Wu Jin a brat.

Only then did Mo Lingfeng close his eyes sullenly.

Mo Qianlan straightened her waist, and suddenly changed her expression. Like the sudden wind, her face was cold and piercing.

He glanced at the trembling servants in the room, and then lowered his head to look at the two soft satin home-made shoes placed on his feet. After all, he didn't have an attack, and just walked to the cubicle in silence.

The nurse followed behind him and told him the news: "Sneakily went to the kitchen, climbed up to find the ice cream, and ate all the uncooked cheese in it, I'm afraid I got sick from being greedy for cold. "

"Is Li Yitie here?"

"It should be here soon."

The sky outside was still not clear, the sudden wind swept over the eaves and tiles, permeating every hole, and found various opportunities to enter the room, making a sharp whistling sound.

The candlelight in the compartment was covered with a glazed lampshade, and despite the wind and rain, it remained motionless, illuminating Zhao Shiheng who was in a hurry.

When Zhao Shiheng saw Mo Qianlan, he looked him up and down in shock: "Mother, what does this look like, please explain to him quickly."

With disheveled hair and bare feet, Mo Qianlan was very disrespectful by pulling on his shoes, and the nanny hurriedly ordered someone to bring Mo Qianlan's hair comb, shoes and socks.

"Don't bother, just take Ah Yao's comb and her jasper bamboo hairpin," Mo Qianlan hurried out of the heat, trying to take off the crane cloak, "tea."

He lowered his head to untie the belt of the crane cloak, only to find that he had tied a tight knot, and he couldn't untie it even after several attempts, so he had to give up.

As expected, the nanny took Mo Lingfeng's comb and unused jade hairpin, smoothed his hair carefully, and tied his hair with a hairpin.

Mo Qianlan put on his heels and returned to his human form, the sweat on his back subsided, and his hands and feet became cold instead.

Picking up the teacup casually, he drank it all in one gulp. Li Yitie also rushed over with the medicine box on his back, arching his hands to salute Mo Qianlan. Mo Qianlan waved his hands and stood up, striding out of the cubicle: Look at Ah Yao."

Li Yitie followed quickly, seeing that Mo Lingfeng was feeling dizzy with fever, he quickly stretched out his hand to feel his pulse. After a while, he withdrew his hand and muttered: "There is a disharmony between the spleen and stomach, the internal fire is leaking out, and there is food accumulation. What did you eat last night?" gone?"

Mo Qianlan said: "I ate too much ice cream at night."

Li Yitie frowned: "Miss Mo is young and ignorant, and she doesn't know how to control herself. How could the Jiedu envoy be so conniving. If you hurt your spleen and stomach when you were young, you will suffer for the rest of your life."

Mo Qianlan nodded: "You are right."

Li Yitie snorted: "I'm going to prescribe."

He picked up the medicine box and walked out. After walking a few steps, he suddenly turned around. With doubts on his face, he walked back to the bed and looked closely at Mo Lingfeng's face.

After looking at it, he probed the back of Mo Lingfeng's neck, and seeing that there was no sweat, he said to Mo Qianlan, "Please hold up the lamp."

Seeing his solemn expression, Mo Qianlan's heart immediately hung up. He held a candle over and held it next to Li Yi's side. Seeing Mo Lingfeng's brows slightly frowned, perhaps because the candlelight dazzled his eyes, he took a handkerchief cover her eyes.

Li Yitie reached out to pinch Mo Lingfeng's cheeks, squeezed her mouth open, and looked at the part of her mouth near the molars by the bright firelight.

After watching, he straightened up, and the expression between his brows became more relaxed: "It should be food accumulation, reduce the fever first, don't feed food for now, let the stomach qi rise first, I will prescribe the prescription, but you should always pay attention to high fever, after three days I'll be back in an hour."

He went out again with the medicine box: "There is a good old moxa in the house, take it out and fumigate every corner, the weather is changing today, there is moisture on the ground, and the evil wind is the easiest to enter the body."

Mo Qianlan responded one by one, and after Li Yitie Kai Fang left, the humidity had risen to a higher level, the sky was never bright, and the aroma of wormwood and the slightly bitter smell of medicine began to rise from Changsuiju.

Mo Qianlan stayed in Changsuiju, unable to touch the bench, went back and forth to check on Mo Lingfeng's situation, and wet her lips.

He also forgot to be hungry, it was Zhao Shiheng's stomach growling, only then did he realize that it was already time for Chenpai, so he simply asked someone to put the food in the compartment.

He ate lightly and simply. For breakfast, he only had round-grained rice porridge with fresh vegetables. Because Zhao Shiheng was here, he added a basket of soup dumplings and took a couple of sips. Abe is back."

Mo Qianlan put down the bowl: "Go to the study."

Zhao Shiheng stuffed the soup bag in his mouth, stretched out his hand and squeezed another one, and didn't intend to stand up.

Sure enough, before the buns were swallowed, Mo Qianlan sat down again: "Ask Yin Bei to come here."

When Yin Bei came, the dining table had already been removed, and the rain was falling, at first pattering, then densely, beating the tiles like balls, a line of rain curtain under the porch, splashing wet the stone steps, making people shiver uncontrollably.

The grandma led the people to close the doors and windows, lit the fire again, and continued to steam the wormwood. The room was warm immediately, with a strong smell, but no smoke.

Yin Bei stood up and ate three pieces of rice cakes and drank a cup full of tea before he stopped his hunger: "By the time I rushed there, Fubao had already passed the horse farm and rushed to Yongning Castle, and he didn't stay in the city. .”

Zhao Shiheng thought carefully: "Such hiding, it seems that he received His Majesty's secret decree and went out of Beijing quietly. He probably didn't stay in a post along the way, and he didn't meet any officials. Fu Bao is a talent, and he didn't leave any traces. , no wonder he was able to be proud of it for so long."

Mo Qianlan frowned: "The news came too late."

The Mo family also had an eyeliner in the capital, but Fubao traveled without warning. When they found out that Fubao had left Kyoto instead of complaining about illness, and sent the urgent letter to Kuanzhou, Fubao had already left Kuanzhou City.

Zhao Shiheng beat his palms with a folding fan: "The most urgent thing is to know what Fubao is doing in Kuanzhou. Is there really a secret order to go to Yongningbao? It has nothing to do with us?"

Mo Qianlan sneered: "He didn't move our minds, but went to the peaceful fortress? The fortress can't fill his treasury."

Zhao Shiheng couldn't figure out the holy meaning for a while, but he had to think about it - he returned to Kuanzhou half a month ago, and Mo Qianlan wrote the book again a day later, and now he is probably at His Majesty's desk, playing the book again and again They were the most relaxed during the free time, but at this time, Fu Bao came quietly.

(End of this chapter)