Outside the house, the wind and rain are like chimes, the hundred-year-old trees are messy with the wind, the sound is like the roar of the waves, the dense leaves are broken off one after another, and the Korean paper pasted on the window reflects countless black shadows, which continue to fall.

The rain slanted with the wind, and the people in the house were numb and cold, and the fragrance of medicine was even stronger.

When he was silent, Mo Lingfeng's room suddenly moved, like a maid with a sewn mouth finally squeaked, and it was louder than a voice, and began to call for grandma.

Mo Qianlan was sitting and pinching the roots of the mountain to curb his headache, but when he heard the movement, he got up and left, and after a while, he came back with a happy face: "Okay, the fever is gone." ”

Zhao Shiheng also breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, it's good to reduce the fever, it's no big deal." ”

The stagnant atmosphere in the room suddenly relaxed, Yin Bei walked to Zhao Shiheng and sat down, moved the rice cake plate to himself, and began to eat a lot - he is not good at using his brain, he is only good at using his hands.

After pondering for a moment, Zhao Shiheng said: "Let's watch out first, but wait and watch his actions." ”

Mo Qianlan stretched out his hand: "Since he has arrived in Kuanzhou, he will send his life to me, if he acts rashly-"

Zhao Shiheng shook his head: "We can't act rashly, Fubao is a famous person in front of His Majesty, and his whole body is affected by a single hair, and His Majesty is ruthless, and it is best to maintain the situation for the time being." ”

Mo Qianlan listened to the thunder rolling outside, and said for a long time: "People who can sit on the throne are naturally ruthless, and if they want to live under his hands, they can only be more ruthless than him." ”

It's not about good or evil, it's just about living.

"Ah Yan is sick, whoever comes, she is really sick, and she can't take her away," he felt that this illness was a coincidence, and turned his head and instructed Yin Bei, "Continue to stare at Fubao." ”

Yin Bei ate the rice cake in his mouth and got up to respond.

The people outside kept coming in to spread the news, and the cubicle became Mo Qianlan's temporary study, and everyone whispered softly as if they were making a connection, but what they passed on was trivial things.

There was even news from Cheng Ting - saying that it was raining and he wouldn't go to the horse garden to run the horses, but he dug a basket of loess in his garden, prepared to pinch the mud baby, and invited Mo Lingfeng to pinch it together, if Mo Lingfeng didn't go, he would send two of them over to her for appreciation.

Mo Qianlan immediately asked people to find a set of gilded nine links in the warehouse, sent it to Cheng Ting, and ordered him to solve it today.

Zhao Yi posted a trip, carefully looked at the back of Mo Lingfeng's neck and mouth, there was still no abnormality, and carefully probed her pulse, and his expression eased slightly.

Before leaving, he told Mo Qianlan: "If you sweat, the doors and windows must be closed, and don't suffer from the cold anymore, so as not to have repeated high fever." ”

Mo Qianlan sent Li Yitie away and continued to take root in Changsuiju.

In the evening, the rain stopped slightly.

Mama helped Mo Lingfeng to sit half-sitting, Mo Qianlan brought a bowl of brown sugar japonica rice porridge to feed her, seeing that she was unhappy, not like her usual spirit, and she was more and more worried.

Mo Lingfeng's throat was red and painful, and when the warm porridge went down, it was also hot and painful, like swallowing a knife, no matter how soft and rotten the rice grains were, they seemed to be embedded in the throat, and he shook his head again and again, wanting not to drink.

However, she didn't know that she was powerless, and her head barely moved, only that Mo Qianlan seemed to have practiced the shadowless hand, and stuffed the porridge into her mouth one spoonful after another.

But the candlelight was still very dazzling.

She was in pain and anger, angry and irritable, there was a heat in her chest, and seeing Mo Qianlan reaching out again, she immediately used all her strength to raise her hand and hit Mo Qianlan.

A bowl of rice porridge was turned upside down in an instant, and it was all sprinkled on Mo Qianlan's robe and bed.

Grandma "eh", "Vehea, get the quilt quickly." ”

"Don't have a veil, take Ayu's cloak first, quick!" Mo Qianlan moved away from the porridge bowl, broke the strap of the crane with great force, took off the stained crane, took the cloak handed over by the maid, lifted the quilt, wrapped Mo Lingfeng, and hugged her to his chest.

"Ah Yu doesn't want to drink anymore, does he? My brother is not good, my brother didn't understand what Ah Yu meant. ”

Mo Lingfeng somehow made a nameless fire at Mo Qianlan, rolled down two lines of tears in regret, stretched out a small hand, and weakly rubbed Mo Qianlan's heart twice.

Mo Qianlan saw that she was teary and her eyes were abnormally red, and she couldn't help dodging the candlelight, she felt that something was wrong, so she coaxed Mo Lingfeng and asked her grandmother to ask Li Yi to post it.

When Li Yitian came in a hurry, Mo Lingfeng's high fever had already returned, and he was sleeping in a daze on the bed.

Li Yiti didn't even take the pulse, he directly pinched Mo Lingfeng's mouth, and when he looked closely, he saw that there were already some purple-red spots on both sides of the molars.

He turned his head and looked at Mo Qianlan expressionlessly: "Rash." ”

As if he hadn't heard clearly, Mo Qianlan opened his mouth and asked, "What?" ”

Li Yiti's tone was conclusive: "The girl is having a rash, afraid of light and ashamed, have you ever been out?" ”

Mo Qianlan's face was not much bloody, and he "brushed" it back.

He felt that he couldn't stand, took a step back, and wanted to sit on the embroidery pier, but he fell directly to the ground.

Grandma hurriedly went to help him, he waved his hand, motioned for himself to get up, climbed the bed frame with one hand, and even held it twice, but could not get up.

The third time, he stood up, his face was pale and turned into a dead corpse, and he leaned over to look at Mo Ling's beautiful face: "Impossible, there is no rash, you are wrong." ”

Li Yitie bent down to open the medicine box to take the pills, did not argue with him, and handed a bottle of pills to the grandmother: "Divide it, one person will eat one pill first, and then go to boil the poison, let everyone drink it, and I will open the prescription later." ”

The grandmother was already half frightened, and took it with trembling hands.

Mo Qianlan's eyes became cold: "I'll ask another doctor to come and see." ”

"You ask another doctor, that is, to find a way for the girl to die, Kuanzhou City except for me Li Yiti, no one can cure it," Li Yipaste took the pen and licked the ink, opened the prescription on the spot, and after the book, handed it to the grandmother, "Close the doors and windows, give your girl a quilt, let her skin be smooth, so that the measles comes out, don't cover it, you can't give her water again, boil a big pot of green onion and white soup, and give her a drink at any time." ”

Mama Mu Ran nodded and ordered.

Li Yitie is right-Mo Qianlan thought to himself.

His heart became colder and colder, and he stood in front of Mo Lingfeng's bed for a moment, and suddenly said, "Doctor Li, I'll leave it to you here, and I'll come when I go." ”

He strode out, called Yin Nan, ordered her to seal the mansion secretly, and asked someone to take Wu Jin and Cheng Ting to live in the mansion on the grounds that Zhao Shiheng had solved the title of the exam.

The news of Mo Lingfeng's rash must not be spread, otherwise he will be a festival envoy, and he will have to move Mo Lingfeng to Anjitang.

In the end, he and Zhao Shiheng sat in the study together.

Because of the rain, the vast scrolls also emitted the smell of decay of old paper, and the aroma of the smoker also sank, sticky on the ground, mixed with the fishy smell of the earth, and condensed in the study.

The two people sitting in the chairs still looked new, but the core was also rotten and old, and it was integrated with the gray sky and the endless study, and the dampness was comparable.

Yin Nan stood three steps away, and once again detailed to Mo Qianlan where Mo Lingfeng went and the people he saw yesterday.

Mo Qianlan had already heard it once yesterday, and when he heard it again today, he quickly skipped Yuhua Street and stared at the people who asked Mo Lingfeng and Wu Jin for directions.