When Yang heard what Su Guangfu said, his eyes lit up: "Who are you talking about?"
"Who else but that one?"
Su Qingluan watched her parents solve the riddle in a tacit understanding. She had a vague intuition that she should know the answer to the riddle, but now the fever was rising again, and she felt that all the bones in her body were sore. The pain was so painful that I couldn't describe it, so I fell asleep again.
At the last moment before her consciousness fell into darkness, she couldn't help but wonder, when will this damn disease be cured? If she continues to lie in bed all day long, she can develop a mushroom farming industry!
I don't know how long I slept for, but the "covering the quilt" method was probably effective. Su Qingluan no longer felt shivering from the cold, but felt like she was on the stove, as if she was about to be roasted.
At this moment, in a daze, Su Qingluan felt that her wrist was being rescued from the "oven" and touched a slightly warm object.
To Su Qingluan, who was feeling hot all over, the object looked like a piece of cold jade with its own cooling properties. It even felt delicate and warm to the touch. It was not as harsh as ordinary jade, but rather soft to the touch.
Su Qingluan was so dizzy from the fever that she basically lost her ability to think. She just subconsciously felt that the "object" on her wrist made her feel very comfortable touching it, so she grabbed it without thinking and pressed it under her face.
I never thought that the "object" would move on its own and try to slip away.
Su Qingluan was not happy anymore. It was already very hot, but now that he had such a cooling object, he could not let go of it no matter what!
In my ears, I vaguely heard the nervous voice of my mother-in-law: "Hey, you kid, how can you be so ungrateful!" She seemed to be apologizing to someone, "Hey, don't be offended, this kid has a fever." I was confused, it was not intentional..."
"Don't panic. You also said that she is ill and will naturally let go later..."
Huh? This voice sounds a bit familiar and very nice, but I can't remember who it is... Su Qingluan thought drowsily. Immediately afterwards, she felt that her arm holding "Hanyu" seemed to be a little sore and numb, and she could no longer use her strength.
Immediately, the "Han Jade" slipped away like a swimming fish.
Su Qingluan was anxious, relying on a sudden rush of willpower, she struggled to open her upper and lower eyelids, and vaguely looked at a figure in front of her.
Rubbing her eyes, she said in surprise: "Mu Xingzhi? Why are you here?!"
Mrs. Yang, who was bringing a towel for her daughter, happened to hear this and quickly stepped forward and scolded: "How could this child talk to Mr. Mu?! Mr. Mu is highly respected and is much older than you. You should do it no matter what." Treat each other with courtesy as elders.”
Mu Xingzhi waved his hand: "It doesn't matter. Mrs. Su is still ill, so there is no need to use these false greetings." Even the title has changed.
Su Qingluan complained in her heart that this person was good at acting, but she asked innocently: "But Mu Xing...Mr. Mu doesn't look very old, and 'high moral character and respectable' always seems to refer to age. people……"
Naturally, Ms. Yang didn't know the sinister intention behind her daughter's seemingly innocent words to tease Mu Xingzhi, so she only said: "Mr. Mu looks young, but he is actually nearly thirty years old, right? "
Mu Xingzhi smiled and said: "Although it's not as good as it is, it's not far away. I'll be twenty-six this year."
In fact, Su Qingluan feels that twenty-six years old is really considered a "young person" in her eyes. After all, in the concept of the previous life, people of this age can still celebrate "Youth Day".
But it was different in this ancient world.
No matter how old Su Qingluan is in the spiritual world, he is indeed thirteen years old physically. There is a thirteen-year age difference between the two. In modern terms, they are still barely old enough to be called "brother and sister." However, in this era of early marriage and early childbearing, thirteen years is basically equivalent to a generation difference.
So Su Qingluan looked at Mu Xingzhi with wide eyes in an exaggerated manner: "So Mr. Mu is already so old!"
Mu Xingzhi naturally read the mischievous light in Su Qingluan's eyes, but he didn't seem to hear anything and just smiled slightly.
But Yang was really out of the situation and advised her daughter seriously: "So in the future, you must never call Mr. Mu by his first name like you did just now. It's really rude!"
"But Aniang, you are older than Mr. Mu and you respect him very much, right?"
"That's because Mr. Mu is respectable - okay! Children, lie down and let Mr. Mu diagnose your pulse. Don't be naughty!" Mrs. Yang pushed Su Qingluan back into bed.
Su Qingluan was afraid of exposing her illness to others, so she kept covering her mouth and nose with her inner hand, pretending to cough.
However, being sick did not stop her from playing tricks: "Mr. Mu, I'm very sorry. You are an old man, so don't argue with me, a child~" This does not seem to be a big problem, but "elderly" and "child" The two words are particularly emphasized and seem to have a lot of meaning.
Mu Xingzhi, on the other hand, fully demonstrated his "adult prowess" and just smiled, shook his head, and began to diagnose her pulse.
Su Qingluan was lying on the bed, watching Mu Xingzhi's movements of diagnosing his pulse, and kept staring at it with great curiosity - she felt that being able to judge the condition based on the beating of the pulse was something close to magic. It was a miraculous thing, so during the consultation process, she was very cooperative and did not play any more pranks.
Soon, Mu Xingzhi wrote the prescription: "Ms. Su fell ill because of overwork, external wind and cold, and strong internal fire. In addition to dispelling the wind and cold, we also need to remove the internal fire. This prescription will last a day." Take it three times after meals, and the disease will be cured within five days."
Su Qingluan murmured in her heart: Isn't it because of self-limiting diseases such as colds and fevers, everyone will recover automatically in seven or eight days? She has been sick for three days, and she will be fine after another five days...
But even though she said this, she didn't dare to bet on whether this little lifeblood was thick or not. After all, in this era, it was not uncommon for people to die from colds and fevers.
I don’t know whether it’s because people in this era are not as strong as today, or because humans have adapted to the characteristics of cold viruses over thousands of years of evolution.
Su Qingluan had many thoughts running through her mind, so she didn't notice the faint smile on Mu Xingzhi's lips, or the strange look in Song Bo's eyes when he took the prescription and handed it to Su Guangfu.
Therefore, she knew nothing about the coming critical attack until she poured the Chinese medicine soup into her mouth for the first time while awake.
Then Su Qingluan felt that his mouth was being tortured like eighteen layers of hell.
The fever didn't do anything to her, but this bowl of medicinal soup almost sent her away.
In an instant, Su Qingluan Ancestor Anhun burst out: Mu Xingzhi, it belongs to your uncle!
