Yu Jun

Chapter 36

There is only an aisle between Changsuiju and Jiusixuan, Zhao Shiheng walked fast, his limp became obvious, and it was difficult to walk, Wu Jin followed him closely, and did not reach out to help - Zhao Shiheng was lonely , I don’t even need a cane, let alone someone to support me.

"Leaf has a high fever. It's been three days. The rash hasn't gone through. The situation is dangerous. You haven't had a rash. Be careful."

"Students understand."

"Lingfeng has a nanny, she is reliable, she is only allowed to serve close by, and you can tell her what you want, there is an official room in the compartment."

"Yes."

The two went straight into the Changsui residence, and as soon as they stepped into the gate, the whole courtyard rushed into his eyes like the situation when the city was besieged by an epidemic.

The servants who were busy with trivial matters were all wrapped in headscarves and covered their mouths and noses. Clothes, handkerchiefs and other things were piled up by the gate of the courtyard. In a short while, someone would come to take them away and burn them.

In the middle of the yard is a four-legged square copper brazier, covered with a hollow lid, inside is not a charcoal fire, but burning sulfur tung seeds. Anyone who comes out of Mo Lingfeng's house must first step over the brazier. So that the clothes and belts are not contaminated with disease.

There are three medicine stoves under the corridor, all of which are boiled with medicine for rash.

All kinds of scenes embodied the word "rash" in front of him. When Zhao Shiheng asked him if he had had a rash, it suddenly magnified in his mind and rang a loud bell.

His palms became wet, and his back began to feel sticky. Every step was like stepping on the edge of a knife, extremely thrilling.

Mo Lingfeng's nanny was so busy that her feet didn't touch the ground. Seeing Zhao Shiheng approaching, she hurriedly walked to his side and saluted Wanfu: "Mr. Zhao, Dr. Li is taking a pulse inside."

Zhao Shiheng nodded and pointed to Wu Jin: "This is Wu Jin, he is here, just like the uncle is here."

The nanny was only stunned for a moment, and soon she looked at Wu Jin with respect, and she also bowed down - Zhao Shiheng's words had two meanings, he could order them like Mo Qianlan, and they also wanted to Serve him as well as Mo Qianlan.

"Yes, don't worry Mr. Zhao."

Wu Jin turned sideways to avoid this bow.

The nanny took the face towel from the handmaid who was following her and gave it to the two of them. After they covered their faces, they put their hands on the door leaf and opened the door gently and slowly.

Zhao Shiheng led Wu Jin across the threshold and into the main room. After they entered, the nanny closed the door as quickly as possible.

Wu Jin immediately focused her gaze on three steps around her body, and walked with her head down.

There is no pungent smell in the room like outside, but there is a hot flash, which makes it difficult to breathe.

The hem of his clothes brushed against the "December Order Boy" mud baby on the Duobao Pavilion, his sleeves brushed against the sugar box on the table, his shoes passed a paper kite hanging from the screen, and he entered the inner room.

Sitting on the embroidered pier in front of the bed, Li Yitie focused on his pulse, glanced at Zhao Shiheng and Wu Jin from the corner of his eye, nodded in understanding, and continued to feel his pulse.

Mo Lingfeng stretched out a small hand, following this hand, Wu Jin saw Mo Lingfeng at this moment.

She changed completely, her face was swollen, covered with dense rashes, the rashes went all the way down, they should have been equally dense, but they didn't come out, only a few sparse ones.

Her breathing was hot, her nose fluttered, her chest rose and fell rapidly, and she fell asleep in a coma most of the time.

Zhao Shiheng frowned tightly, clenched his hands into fists, hanging on his sides, opened his mouth several times to speak, but stopped.

It wasn't until Li Yitie let go of his hand that he lowered his voice and asked, "How?"

Li Yitie stood up, also looking agitated: "It's an adversity, where good and evil prevail, and greed is a bad thing."

But at this time, Mo Lefeng ate too much ice cream.

Now she has recurring high fever, and the measles is not smooth, and the rash disappears immediately, which is the most troublesome adversity.

It is more fierce than fierce, and more dangerous than dangerous.

"I'll add two medicines, the rash must clear up tonight." Li Yitie hurried out.

Zhao Shiheng took a hard look at Wu Jin, and followed Li Yitie away.

Only Wu Jin and Mo Lingfeng were left in the room.

Only then did Zhao Shiheng give him time to sit down and think slowly.

But there was nothing left to think about.

Wu Jin stood for a while, then sat on the embroidered pier again, the doors and windows were closed tightly, the sound from the outside was soft and thin, but it was even less audible when it fell inside the room, only the two people's breathing was heavy, intertwined, and it was not I feel lonely.

The two of them have the same fate now, Mo Lingfeng is alive, and he is also alive, he is imprisoned by Mo Qianlan in this small hut, watching the dark winds and clouds, turbulent waves.

Pressing his hand on his thigh, he trembled at first, and then calmed down. He stood in front of Mo Lefeng like a stone, erecting a hard barrier for her.

After a while, the door opened, and the nanny came in with a medicine bowl. Seeing Wu Jin who was not looking sideways, she bowed and whispered: "Master Wu, it's time for the girl to drink the medicine."

Wu Jin stood up, took the medicine bowl in her hand, looked down, and saw that there was a bowl of boiled very thick medicine in the bowl.

He didn't understand medical principles, and didn't know if there was anything wrong with the medicine. He frowned for a moment, then suddenly took off the cloth towel covering his mouth and nose, bowed his head and took a sip.

When the medicine enters the mouth, it is bitter at first, and then sweet, and there is an unmelted rock sugar at the bottom of the bowl.

The nanny was dumbfounded, and stood stiffly in place, while Wu Jin held the bowl firmly and remained motionless until she was sure that she would not die, then she held the medicine bowl and faced Mo Lingfeng.

He wanted to wake up Mo Lingfeng to drink the medicine, but before he could speak, Mo Lingfeng had already opened his eyes, looked at him first, and soon searched the room again.

Afflicted by the illness, she was very anxious, a hot breath was rushing out of her body, making her mouth dry, eyes burning, rolling her eyes in extreme pain, but she couldn't find Mo Qianlan.

She didn't make any noise, and she didn't ask where Mo Qianlan was, but just looked at the nanny.

The nanny hurriedly stepped forward to help her up, and she took Wu Jin's hand, drank the medicine in one go, and took the rock sugar in the bowl in one gulp.

I don't know whether it was the sugar or the medicine, which gave her some energy. Leaning in the arms of the nanny, she fixedly looked at Wu Jin, then twitched the corners of her mouth and smiled: "Don't drink the medicine, it's bitter."

Wu Jin was taken aback, and reached out to touch the corner of her mouth, there was indeed a little medicine stain.

He also smiled, not forcedly, and didn't feel resentment towards Mo Lingfeng because he was coerced here - he can feel pity for the chicks, but how can he feel compassion for the sincere and sincere Mo Lingfeng Out of hatred.

"It's not bitter, I put sugar in it, I love sugar."

Mo Lingfeng gave a soft "hmm" and suddenly burst into tears: "I was wrong, I shouldn't have eaten iced cheese."

The nanny coaxed her in a low voice, saying it was none of her business.

But Wu Jin understood what she meant in an instant.

She was confessing to herself—she could read, she could read books, she sensed the danger, she thought she would be taken away, she thought she could stay because of an illness.

Wu Jin said in a deep voice, "It's not your fault."

Hearing the words, Mo Lingfeng raised his eyes to look at him, and saw that his eyes were gentle and sincere, his brows were calm and peaceful, and the restlessness in his heart gradually subsided.

She closed her eyes and fell asleep again.

(End of this chapter)