Mo Qianlan stopped breathing for a moment.
However, facing Mo Lingfeng's red face, he put her down as if nothing had happened, tucked her in, and said softly: "Brother is here to watch over you, have a good sleep, and you won't feel uncomfortable when you wake up."
Mo Lingfeng responded vaguely, then shook his head: "I won't take the medicine."
Mo Qianlan touched her face lovingly: "Brother asked Li Yitie to add some rock sugar to the recipe. Brother often drinks it this way. It's not bitter at all. When you finish drinking it, I'll give you some amber walnuts, okay?" ?”
Mo Lingfeng cheered up and listened. He stuck out his tongue and licked his dry and pale lips: "Brother's medicine is also a little bitter."
"Yes, brother's medicine contains too little rock sugar," Mo Qianlan replied in a low voice, "Before, you said you wanted to send a Xuancheng Zhuge pen to Wu Jin. Brother had already sent someone to order it. When you recover, the pen It has also been delivered, please deliver it to Wu Jin yourself."
He touched her hair, feeling bitter, bitter and sour in his heart, and secretly cursed Wu Jin as a brat.
Mo Lingfeng then closed his eyes in frustration.
Mo Qianlan straightened up, and his expression suddenly changed. His face was as cold and bone-chilling as the sudden wind.
He glanced at the shivering servants in the room, then looked down at the two soft satin house shoes placed on his feet. After all, he didn't have an attack, and just walked to the cubicle in silence.
The nanny followed him and told him the news: "I secretly went to the kitchen, climbed high to find the ice pan, and ate all the uncooked cheese in it. I'm afraid I got sick from being greedy for cold. "
"Is Li Yitie here?"
"Should be arriving soon."
It was still dark outside, and the sudden wind swept through the eaves and tiles, entering every hole. It found various opportunities to enter the room and made a sharp whistling sound.
The candlelight in the compartment was covered with a glazed lampshade. It did not move despite the wind and rain, and illuminated Zhao Shiheng who was rushing over in a hurry.
When Zhao Shiheng saw Mo Qianlan, he looked him up and down in shock: "Mommy, what does this look like? Get him sorted out quickly."
Mo Qianlan had her head splayed, her feet were bare, and she was pulling on her shoes, which was very rude. The nanny quickly ordered someone to bring Mo Qianlan's hair combing tools and shoes and socks.
"Don't bother, just take Grandma's comb and her jade bamboo hairpin," Mo Qianlan quickly stepped out of the heat and wanted to take off the crane cloak, "tea."
He lowered his head to untie the crane cloak, only to find that he had tied it in a tight knot. 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 an unused hairpin, carefully combed his hair and tied it with a hairpin.
Mo Qianlan put on the heels of her shoes and regained her human appearance. The sweat on her back also subsided, and her hands and feet became cold.
He picked up the teacup and drank it all in one gulp. Li Yitie also rushed over with a medicine box on his back. He raised his hands to salute Mo Qianlan. Mo Qianlan had already waved his hand and stood up, striding out of the compartment: "Quickly. Look at Grandma."
Li Yitie followed up quickly. Seeing that Mo Lingfeng was dizzy with fever, he quickly stretched out his hand to feel his pulse. After a while, he retracted his hand and muttered: "I have disharmony between the spleen and stomach, internal fire leaking out, and food accumulation. What did I eat last night?" Already?"
Mo Qianlan said: "I ate too much ice cream at night."
Li Yitie frowned: "Miss Mo is young and ignorant, and doesn't understand restraint. Why is Jiedushi so indulgent? If she hurts her spleen and stomach when she was young, she will be affected throughout her life."
Mo Qianlan nodded: "That's what you said."
Li Yitie snorted: "I'll get the prescription."
He picked up the medicine box and walked out. After walking a few steps, he suddenly turned around and walked back to the bed with doubt on his face, taking a closer look at Mo Lingfeng's face.
After looking at it, he probed the back of Mo Lingfeng's neck. When he saw that there was no sweat, he said to Mo Qianlan, "Please hold up the lamp."
Seeing his solemn expression, Mo Qianlan's heart immediately trembled. She held a candle over and held it next to Li Yi. Seeing Mo Lingfeng's brows slightly furrowed, maybe the candlelight had dazzled her eyes, so she took a handkerchief. Cover her eyes.
Li Yitie reached out and pinched Mo Lingfeng's cheeks, squeezed her mouth open, and looked at the area near her molars in her mouth under the bright firelight.
After observing, he straightened up, and the look between his eyebrows became a little relaxed: "It should be due to food accumulation, reduce the fever first, don't feed food for the time being, let the stomach qi rise first, I will prescribe a prescription, but you must always pay attention to high fever, after three days I'll be back in an hour."
He carried the medicine box and walked out again: "There is some good old mugwort in the house. Take it out and fumigate every corner. The weather has changed today and there is moisture on the ground. It is easy for evil and evil winds to enter the body."
Mo Qianlan responded one by one, and after Li Yitie prescribed the prescription and left, the humidity had already increased, the sky never brightened, and the fragrance of mugwort and the slightly bitter smell of medicine began to rise in Changsui Residence.
Mo Qianlan stayed at the Changsui residence, unable to reach the bench with her buttocks. She walked back and forth to check on Mo Lingfeng and wet her lips.
He also forgot that he was hungry, but Zhao Shiheng's stomach growled loudly, and he was shocked to realize that it was already Chen Pai time, so he simply asked someone to put food in the compartment.
His breakfast was light and simple, with only japonica rice porridge and braised vegetables for breakfast. Because Zhao Shiheng was there, he added a basket of soup dumplings. After two mouthfuls of food, Yin Nan came in with a paralyzed face: "Master, Mr. Zhao, Abei is back."
Mo Qianlan put down the bowl: "Go to the study."
Zhao Shiheng stuffed the soup bag into his mouth, reached out and squeezed another one, without any intention of standing 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 been evacuated, and the rain started to fall, first in patter, and then in dense patches, like rolling balls hitting the tiles. A line of rain curtains under the corridor splashed on the stone steps, making people shiver uncontrollably.
Grandma led the people to close the doors and windows, lit the fire again, and continued to steam mugwort. The room was suddenly warm, with a strong smell, but no smoke.
Yin Bei stood and ate three rice cakes in a row and drank a full cup of tea before he stopped being hungry: "By the time I rushed there, Fu Bao had already passed the Yangma Garden and rushed to Yongning Fort. He did not stay in the city. .”
Zhao Shiheng thought carefully: "It seems that he followed His Majesty's secret order and quietly left the capital. He probably didn't stay at any inn or meet any officials along the way. Fu Bao is such a talented person that he left no trace at all." , no wonder he can be proud of himself for so long among the chamberlains."
Mo Qianlan frowned: "The news came too late."
The Mo family also had spies in Kyoto, but Fu Bao left without warning. When they found out that Fu Bao had left Kyoto instead of reporting illness, and then sent the letter to Kuanzhou urgently, Fu Bao had already left Kuanzhou City.
Zhao Shiheng tapped his palm with a folding fan: "The most urgent task is to know what Fu Bao is doing in Kuanzhou. Is there really a secret purpose to go to Yongning Fort? Doesn't it have anything to do with us?"
Mo Qianlan sneered: "He can't control our thoughts, but he wants to touch the peaceful fort? The fort can't fill his treasury."
Zhao Shiheng couldn't figure out the holy meaning for a while, but he had to think more - the memorial letter returned to Kuanzhou half a month ago, and a day later, Mo Qianlan submitted the memorial letter again. Now I am afraid that he has just arrived at His Majesty's desk, and he has been writing the memorial letter again and again. During this time, they were most relaxed, but at this time, Fubao came quietly.
