"My lady's previous body is still excellent."

Mei Niang listened to the conversation between the two, and interjected anxiously: "I used to jump up and down, and people were happy, and the inside was good." It's only when I was injured this time that I ......"

"It's not just this time." Li Yun shook his head lightly and said calmly: "Her pulse is vague, her breath is also weak, and her internal organs are afraid that she has been injured a long time ago, and this is not caused overnight." Such a body that was dragged down early can live until now, which is already a great blessing. ”

"This ......" Mei Niang was a little speechless for a while.

"My business is over, what needs to be said has been said, and the rest, you are free." Li Yun covered the medicine box, stood up, handed the prescribed medicine list to Mei Niang, and walked out of the room.

Outside the door, Jingxiang had been standing for a while, and when he saw her come out, he bowed slightly, then turned around and knocked on the half-hidden door.

"Master."

Lu Wenmiao was probing Bai Zisu's forehead with his hand, and when he heard Jing Xiang's voice, he paused on his hand, raised his eyes and motioned for Mei Niang and the medical girl to go down.

"It's when the lady is unstoppable, so the maid should stay here." Mei Niang hesitated for a moment, looking at the person on the bed uneasily. It seems that the lady is in the hands of Lu Wenhao, which is more dangerous than contracting a cold.

Seeing Mei Niang's worries, Lu Wenmiao said lightly: "If I want to harm her, she won't be alive now." ”

"But......" Mei Niang was about to say something more, and the doctor behind her pulled the corner of her sleeve and gave her another look, which made her reluctantly go out of the room.

Seeing that Mei Niang and the others were walking away, Lu Wenmiao pulled up the coat on Bai Zisu's body and said in a low voice: "Come in." ”

Jing Xiang heard the voice and flashed into the door: "Master, there is already movement in the Guogong Mansion." ”

"But in one day, it was faster than I thought." Lu Wenmiao lowered his eyes.

"It's the master's plan." Jing Xiangfu responded.

"Where is there a plan?" Lu Wenmiao's palms turned upwards and twisted the hair of the person in his arms: "It can only be said that Ruolan is a smart person." I just casually mentioned the matter of the pianist to her, and she was able to deliver the news to the government so quickly, it was not easy. ”

Jing Xiang nodded: "Then what are we going to do next?" Do you secretly receive people from the government of the country? ”

"Not necessarily." Lu Wenmiao tightened his fingertips and said indifferently: "Since someone will make a move, why do you need to make another move, just wait and see what happens." ”

Besides, no one in the court knows that the Lu Mansion is only loyal to the Holy One, even if it is the camp of the uncle's family, he is not touched at all. Secretly accepting this kind of thing, not to mention, I don't know I can do it.

Jing Xiang probably knew that he had asked a stupid question, so he didn't say anything more, but glanced at the person on the bed, and reminded in a low voice: "Today, the prince is in charge of the country, and in the afternoon in the East Palace will discuss the matter of the flooding in the south of the Yangtze River, the master must not forget." ”

How can you forget?

Feng Ping's incident of hitting the pillar in the Hongjiao Hall made a fuss in the court, and the call for dethronement was also rising, and some officials even compared the crown prince to Qin II, but the saint was not indifferent.

Ignore the admonitions, forget it, now that even a month has passed, and the saint actually let the prince supervise the country again on the grounds that the dragon body is sick.

This kind of move is tantamount to telling everyone that he will not give up the prince who has been favored for many years, and the position of the prince will not be easily shaken.

It was the same as what he initially expected, Feng Ping's head crashed, and what splashed was just a tiny ripple.

"I'm not going in the afternoon." Lu Wenmao pursed his lips.

"But the people from the East Palace have come several times, and they specially pointed out that the master must be there." Looking up in surprise and seeing his firm attitude, Jing Xiang hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "If the prince asks, what should I do?" ”

"It doesn't matter. You sent someone to the East Palace to report it, and said that the Liang family had a sudden serious illness and was about to die. Lu Wenmiao said lightly, his face was not shocked.

Liang? Jing Xiang instantly understood.

In this way, the prince will definitely not say anything, after all, it is the woman he himself stuffed into the Lu Mansion. Perhaps, not only will there be no complaints, but he will also be happy because Lu Wenmiao attaches importance to "Liang's".

In addition, they just happened to solve this Void Liang Clan, who had already died.

Kill two birds with one stone, effortlessly.

Jing Xiang's heart suddenly rose with admiration, and he was ready to retreat after receiving the order.

"Wait." Lu Wenmiao thought of something and stopped him: "Did the old lady inform me about staying in Linyue Pavilion last night?" ”

"When I came down, I just happened to bump into the old lady who entered the Linyue Pavilion with a smile, and her face was still good, so she should have known." Jing Xiang bowed.

This spread quickly, and it just saved him the energy of being informed.

The afternoon sun shines into the room through the small window next to the bed, and it is bright. The pomegranate flowers outside the small window seemed to have grown crazy, and a few branches stretched into the house, and when the wind blew, a few fiery red flowers fell.

Stretching out his hand and watching a pomegranate flower slowly fall in his palm, Lu Wenmiao couldn't help but sigh.

How long has it been since he has seriously looked at the colors of early summer, and he himself can't remember. Since his father passed away, in the past ten years, in addition to calculating, he has also calculated. In the end, I can't even feel the burden.

Who would have thought that now, thanks to this scourge, he would be forced to spend half a day idle.

The wind in early summer was warm, and the white light swept on Lu Wenmao's body, making him feel a little warm.

He pulled his placket and wanted to cool down, but the person on his body lay on top of him, like a fox blanket, and he couldn't get rid of the heat.

I don't know if she's hot or not, Lu Wenmiao thought, and reached out to uncover a corner of Bai Zisu's shirt, revealing her head. As soon as he uncovered it, he suddenly found that the person in his arms, his little face was flushed, and he was about to catch up with the steamed crab.

My heart sank, and I quickly touched her cheek, and my hands were hot.

"Zisu?" shouted at her a few times, and shook again, but the person in his arms still didn't react.

Isn't that a fever syndrome? She was just a little hot, maybe stuffy in his arms.

Thinking like this, Lu Wenmiao turned her over and wanted to turn her over to the bed to cool down. But as soon as he pushed her shoulder, he was stunned for a moment.

These women were so busy that they only wore a cherub for her. Under the outer shirt, there is nothing but the chebula. After a moment's pause, he silently fished her back into his arms.

Reaching out and grabbing the basin of cold salt water next to the bed, Lu Wenmiao wrung out the handkerchief in the basin with one hand and wiped it on her face.

He had never done the work of serving people, and this one wiped his face clean, but wiped off a few of the messy strands of hair on her forehead.

It's just that I can't care about it so much, so I wiped her face and wiped her wrists again.

So repeatedly, over and over again, tirelessly cooling her, gradually, the water in the basin had some temperature, but Bai Zisu's body was still hot.

Lu Wenmiao could even feel that her hand was holding her tightly, and it was also scorching.

I don't know why, my breathing was chaotic for a moment.

He remembered that her body was always cold, and her small hands were always cold regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter. At that time, he didn't feel anything.

But she was suddenly so hot now, so hot that it overshadowed the temperature of his own palm, and he felt his chest feel terribly cold.

Putting the wet handkerchief on her forehead again, she suddenly snorted uncomfortably, and her short breaths seemed to be sobbing, and she breathed in without a match. His pale lips twitched, and he muttered something in a muttered voice.