Yu Jun

Chapter 32 Serious Illness
Outside the house, the wind and rain are like a chime, and the century-old trees are messed up by the wind, and the sound is like the roar of the waves, and the dense leaves are falling down one after another. The Goryeo paper pasted on the window reflects countless black shadows and keeps falling.

The rain slanted with the wind, and the people in the house were numb and cold, and the smell of medicine was stronger.

While they were silent, there was a sudden movement in Mo Lingfeng's side, as if the maid who had her mouth sewn shut finally squeaked, and the sound was louder than that, and she began to call for the nanny.

Mo Qianlan was sitting and pinching the roots of the mountain to suppress his headache. When he heard the sound, he got up and left. After a while, he came back with a happy face: "Okay, the fever is gone."

Zhao Shiheng also breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, the fever will be gone, and there is no serious problem."

The stagnant atmosphere in the room suddenly relaxed, and Yin Bei walked up to Zhao Shiheng and sat down, moved the rice cake plate in front of him, and began to eat and drink - he is not good at using the brain, but only good at hands.

After pondering for a moment, Zhao Shiheng said: "Let's be careful first, but we can wait and watch his actions."

Mo Qianlan stretched out his hand: "Since we've arrived in Kuanzhou, he's putting his life into my hands. If he acts rashly—"

Zhao Shiheng shook his head: "We can't act rashly either. Fu Bao is a well-known figure in front of His Majesty, and his influence can affect the whole body. His Majesty's actions are cruel and merciless. It is best to maintain the situation for the time being."

Listening to the thunder rolling outside, Mo Qianlan said after a long time: "Those who can sit on the throne are naturally ruthless. If you want to survive under his hands, you can only be more ruthless than him."

Nothing to do with good or evil, just to survive.

"Ah Yao is sick, whoever comes, she is really sick, and I can't take her away," he thought the illness was a coincidence, so he turned his head and told Yin Bei, "Keep watching Fubao."

Yin Bei ate the rice cake in his mouth and got up to answer.

People from outside kept coming in to spread news, and the cubicle became Mo Qianlan's temporary study. Everyone whispered as if they were making connections, but what they spread was trivial matters.

There was even news from Cheng Ting—it was raining, and he would not go to the horse farm for horse races, but he dug a basket of loess in his garden, and was going to make clay babies, and invited Mo Lingfeng to do it together. Mo Lingfeng didn't want to go, so he made two of them for her to appreciate.

Mo Qianlan immediately asked someone to find a set of gold-plated nine serial rings in the warehouse, and sent them to Cheng Ting, ordering him to untie them today.

Li Yitie came over, carefully looked at the back of Mo Lingfeng's neck and mouth, there was still nothing unusual, and then carefully checked her pulse, his expression relaxed a little.

Before leaving, he told Mo Qianlan: "If you sweat, you must close the doors and windows tightly, and don't catch the cold again, so as to avoid repeated high fever."

Mo Qianlan sent Li Yitie away and continued to take root in Changsuiju.

In the evening, the rain stopped slightly.

The grandma helped Mo Lingfeng to sit halfway, and Mo Qianlan fed her a bowl of brown sugar japonica rice porridge. Seeing that she was unhappy and not in the usual spirit, she became more and more worried.

Mo Lingfeng's throat was red and sore, the warm porridge was hot and painful, like swallowing a knife, no matter how soft the rice grains were, it seemed to be embedded in his throat, he shook his head repeatedly, wanting not to drink.

However, she didn't know that she was powerless, and she barely shook her head. She only knew that Mo Qianlan seemed to have practiced the shadowless hand, and he stuffed the porridge into her mouth one spoon after another.

However, the candlelight was still very dazzling.

She was in pain and angry, angry and irritable, and there was a surge of heat in her chest. Seeing that Mo Qianlan stretched out her hand again, she immediately raised her hand with all her strength and hit Mo Qianlan.

A bowl of rice porridge was overturned in an instant, and it was all scattered on Mo Qianlan's robe and bed.

The grandma said "Hey": "Paper, quickly get the veil."

"No handkerchief, first bring Ah Jiu's cloak, quick!" Mo Qianlan moved the porridge bowl, broke the tie of the crane cloak with force, took off the dirty crane cloak, took the cloak handed over by the maid, and opened it The quilt wrapped Mo Lefeng around, and hugged her to his chest.

"Ah Yao doesn't want to drink anymore, does he? My brother is not good, my brother didn't understand Ah Yao's meaning."

For some reason, Mo Lingfeng became angry at Mo Qianlan for no apparent reason, and rolled down two lines of hot tears in regret, stretched out a small hand, and stroked Mo Qianlan's heart feebly twice.

Mo Qianlan saw that she was tearful, her eyes were abnormally red, and she couldn't help dodging the candlelight. She felt that something was wrong, and while coaxing Mo Lingfeng, she asked the nanny to invite Li Yitie.

When Li Yitie rushed over in a hurry, Mo Lingfeng's high fever had returned, and he was sleeping in a daze on the bed.

Li Yitie didn't even feel his pulse, he directly pinched Mo Lingfeng's mouth open, held a candle to look carefully, and saw purple spots on both sides of the molars.

He turned his head and looked at Mo Qianlan expressionlessly: "Sha rash."

As if Mo Qianlan didn't hear clearly, she opened her mouth and asked, "What?"

Li Yitie's tone was firm: "The girl is having a rash, she is afraid of light and shy, have you ever had it?"

The little blood on Mo Qianlan's face faded away.

He felt that he couldn't stand upright, so he took a step back and wanted to sit on the pier, but he fell directly to the ground.

The nanny hurriedly went to help him, he waved his hand to signal himself to get up, and grabbed the bed frame with one hand, he couldn't get up even after two times of support.

It was the third time that he stood up, his face was as pale as a dead body, and he leaned over to look at Mo Lingfengjie's face: "Impossible, there is no rash, you read it wrong."

Li Yitie bent down to open the medicine box to get the pills, and without arguing with him, he handed a bottle of pills to the nanny: "Divide it up, each person will take one pill first, and then go to boil the poison, let everyone drink it, then I'll open it later."

The nanny was already so frightened that half of it went away, and she took it with trembling hands.

Mo Qianlan's eyes became colder: "I'll ask the doctor to look at it."

"You hire another doctor to kill the girl. No one in Kuanzhou City can cure her except me, Li Yitie." Li Yitie took out his brush and ink, and prescribed a prescription on the spot. After writing quickly, he handed it to the nanny, " Close the doors and windows, remove the quilt for your girl, let her skin unclog, and make the measles come out, don't cover it, and don't give her any water, boil a big pot of scallion soup, and give her to drink at any time."

Nanny nodded numbly, and ordered to go on.

Li Yitie was right - Mo Qianlan thought to himself.

His heart became colder and colder, he stood in front of Mo Lingfeng's bed for a while, and suddenly said: "Master Li, I leave this place to you, I will come as soon as I go."

He strode out, called Yin Nan, ordered her to seal the mansion secretly, and asked someone to take Wu Jin and Cheng Ting to live in the mansion on the grounds that Zhao Shiheng solved the ten-day exam questions, if Mo Lingfeng really had a rash, the two of them It may also be infected.

The news about Mo Lingfeng's rash must not be spread, otherwise he will be the Jiedushi and have to move Mo Lingfeng to Anji Hall.

Finally, he and Zhao Shiheng sat in the study together.

Because of this rain, the books as vast as the sea also gave off the rotten smell of old paper, and the aroma from the smoker also sank, spreading sticky on the ground, mixed with the fishy smell rising from the soil, stagnating in the study.

The faces of the two sitting in the chairs are still new, but the cores are also rotten and old, blending in with the gray sky and the endless study room, as damp as it is.

Standing three steps away, Yin Nan told Mo Qianlan again in detail where Mo Lingfeng went and the people he saw yesterday.

Mo Qianlan had already listened to it once yesterday, and when he listened to it again today, he quickly skipped Yuhua Street and stared at the people who asked Mo Lingfeng and Wu Jin for directions.

(End of this chapter)