The wind and rain outside were like a chime, and the centuries-old trees were tangled in the wind, making a sound like roaring waves, and the dense leaves were falling off one after another. The Korean paper on the windows reflected countless black shadows, which continued to fall.
The rain slants with the wind, making the people in the house feel numb and cold, and the medicinal fragrance is even stronger.
While they were silent, there was sudden movement in Mo Lingfeng's room, as if the maid who had her mouth sewn up finally squeaked, and the sound was louder than the other, and started calling for the nanny.
Mo Qianlan was sitting and pinching the roots of the mountain to suppress his headache. When he heard the noise, 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 is gone. It's nothing serious."
The stagnant atmosphere in the room suddenly relaxed. Yin Bei walked to Zhao Shiheng and sat down. He moved the plate of rice cakes in front of him and started eating. He was not good at using his brain, only his hands.
After pondering for a moment, Zhao Shiheng said: "Let's be careful first, but then we can wait and watch his movements."
Mo Qianlan stretched out his hand: "Now that we have arrived in Kuanzhou, we are putting our lives in my hands. If he acts rashly -"
Zhao Shiheng shook his head: "We can't act rashly. Fu Bao is a well-known figure in front of His Majesty. A single move can affect the whole body. His Majesty is ruthless in his actions. It is best to maintain the situation for the time being."
Mo Qianlan listened to the thunder rolling outside for a long time before saying: "Anyone who can sit on the throne is naturally ruthless. If you want to survive under his hands, you can only be more ruthless than him."
It has nothing to do with good or evil, just to survive.
"Grandpa is sick. Whoever comes here, she is really sick and we can't take her away." He thought it was a coincidence that the illness came, and turned to tell Yin Bei, "Keep watching Fu Bao."
Yin Bei ate the rice cake in his mouth and stood up to answer.
People from outside kept coming in to tell things, and the cubicle became Mo Qianlan's temporary study room. Everyone was whispering as if they were having a conversation, but all they told were trivial matters.
There was even news coming from Cheng Ting - saying that it was raining and he would not go to the horse park to race horses. However, he dug a basket of loess in his garden and prepared to knead a clay baby. He invited Mo Lingfeng to knead it with him. If
Mo Lingfeng refused to go, so he pinched two of them and brought them over for her to appreciate.
Mo Qianlan immediately sent people to search the warehouse to find a set of gilded nine-ring rings and sent them to Cheng Ting, ordering him to untie them today.
Li Yitie came over and took a closer look at the back of Mo Lingfeng's neck and mouth. There was still nothing unusual. He then carefully checked her pulse and her expression softened slightly.
Before leaving, he told Mo Qianlan: "If you sweat, the doors and windows must be closed tightly and don't catch the cold again 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.
Nanny helped Mo Lingfeng sit down for a while, and Mo Qianlan fed her a bowl of brown sugar and japonica rice porridge. Seeing that she was unhappy and not in her usual spirit, she became more and more worried.
Mo Lingfeng's throat was red and sore. When he warmed the porridge, it became hot and painful. It was like swallowing a knife. No matter how soft the rice grains were, it felt like they were embedded in his throat. He shook his head repeatedly, wanting to stop drinking.
However, she didn't know that she was powerless, and her head barely moved. She only knew that Mo Qianlan seemed to have practiced his shadowless skills, stuffing spoonful after spoonful of porridge into her mouth.
But the candlelight was still very dazzling.
She was in pain, angry, angry and irritable, and there was a heat in her chest. When she saw Mo Qianlan reaching out again, she immediately raised her hand with all her strength and hit Mo Qianlan.
The bowl of rice porridge was overturned in an instant and all was scattered on Mo Qianlan's clothes and bed.
The nanny said, "Hey!"
"No need for a handkerchief, get Grandpa's cloak first, hurry up!" Mo Qianlan moved the porridge bowl, broke the ties of the crane cloak with all his strength, took off the dirty crane cloak, took the cloak handed over by the maid, and opened it
The quilt wrapped Mo Lingfeng and hugged her to his chest.
"Ah Gong doesn't want to drink anymore, right? Brother, it's not my fault. I don't understand what A Gong means."
For some reason, Mo Lingfeng got angry at Mo Qianlan, and she shed two tears of regret. She stretched out a small hand and weakly touched Mo Qianlan's heart twice.
Mo Qianlan saw that her eyes were full of tears and her eyes were extremely red, and she kept dodging the candlelight. She felt something was wrong in her heart. While coaxing Mo Lingfeng, she asked her 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 pinched open Mo Lingfeng's mouth without even checking for a pulse. He held a candle and took a closer look, and saw that there were purple spots on both sides of the molars.
He turned his head and looked at Mo Qianlan expressionlessly: "Sha."
As if Mo Qianlan didn't hear clearly, he opened his mouth and asked, "What?"
Li Yitie's tone was conclusive: "The girl is getting a rash and is afraid of light and light. Have you ever had it?"
The little blood on Mo Qianlan's face "swiped" away.
He felt that he couldn't stand, so he took a step back to sit on the embroidered pier, but he fell directly to the ground.
The nanny hurriedly went to help him, but he waved his hand to signal for him to get up. He grabbed the bed frame with one hand and tried to hold it up twice, but he still couldn't get up.
Only after the third time did he stand up, his face as pale as a corpse, and he leaned over to look at Mo Ling's smooth face: "No way, there is no rash. You are wrong."
Li Yitie bent down to open the medicine box and took the pills. Without arguing with him, he handed a bottle of pills to the nanny and said, "divide it and take one pill for each person first. Then you can boil the poison and let everyone drink it."
I'll open it in a moment."
The nanny was so frightened that half of her soul was gone, and she took it with trembling hands.
Mo Qianlan's eyes grew colder: "I'll ask a doctor to see you."
"If you hire another doctor, you are looking for death for the girl. No one in Kuanzhou City can cure it except me, Li Yitie." Li Yitie picked up a pen and licked the ink, and prescribed a prescription on the spot. After writing the illness, he handed it to the nanny, "
Close the doors and windows, remove your girl's clothes and quilts, and make her skin unobstructed to prevent the measles from coming out. Do not cover her, and do not give her any more water. Make a big pot of scallion soup and give it to her at any time."
The nanny nodded numbly and ordered to go on.
Li Yitie is right - Mo Qianlan thought.
His heart became colder and colder. He stood in front of Mo Lingfeng's bed for a moment and suddenly said, "Miracle Doctor Li, I'll leave this to you. I'll come back as soon as I can."
He strode out, called Yin Nan, and ordered her to seal the house secretly. He also asked people to pick up Wu Jin and Cheng Ting to stay at the house for a while on the grounds that Zhao Shiheng was solving the XXX exam questions. If Mo Lingfeng really had a rash, these two people
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The news about Mo Lingfeng's rash must not be spread, otherwise he would be the military governor and would have to move Mo Lingfeng to Anji Hall.
Finally, he and Zhao Shiheng sat in the study together.
Because of this rain, the vast sea of books also exuded the smell of decaying insects from old paper, and the aroma from the incense burner also sank, sticky and spread on the ground, mixed with the fishy smell rising from the soil, and stagnated in the study.
The appearance of the two people sitting in the chairs is still new, but the core is rotten and old, blending in with the gray sky and the endless study room, and it is almost as damp as it is.
Yin Nan stood three steps away and once again described to Mo Qianlan in detail where Mo Lingfeng went and the people he saw yesterday.
Mo Qianlan had already heard it once yesterday. When he listened again today, he quickly passed by Yuhua Street and stared at the people who asked Mo Lingfeng and Wu Jin for directions.