The Concubine's Daughter Travels Through Time and Space and Takes the Road of Confrontation

Lu Yun was pulled out of the quilt with her eyes closed. Sister Rong, who was disturbed, turned over.

Cai He skillfully dressed her young lady and pinned two small knots on her head. Lu Yun looked out of the house with sleepy eyes. The sky before dawn was particularly dark, without a single star.

A big question mark appeared in Lu Yun's mind until she saw her uncle.

"Your uncle will take you out for a walk today." Zhang Yulin raised his eyebrows and smiled mysteriously at Lu Yun.

Although, uncle, does her mother know that you are doing this? As a concubine's daughter of a marquis who lives on the shoulders of others, Lu Yun feels that her current state is a bit unrecognizable.

The uncle even knew to prepare a carriage for her, with a raised area at the back for people to sit and lie down. Perhaps because he felt that his actions were rash and was afraid that she would cry, the uncle stuffed a bag of sweet-scented osmanthus candy into her mouth before she left. "Be good, uncle will take you out to play."

She touched her stomach and thought, if only she could replace the sweet osmanthus candy with a large bag of hot beef-filled buns. Lu Yun picked up a piece and put it in her mouth. Hiss, it was so sweet and fragrant.

When they arrived at the city gate, Lu Yun heard her uncle say, "My niece has been suffering from abdominal pain for no reason lately. The doctors in the city are helpless, so we have to take her to Qingping Temple for medical treatment." The soldiers guarding the city seemed to recognize her uncle. They just lifted the curtain, took a look, and then politely let him in.

The wheels continued to move forward, bumping along the way. The light leaking through the window gaps became brighter and brighter, and finally the carriage stopped.

Lu Yun bent down and stretched out her hand to push open the window. What she saw was a very desolate wilderness. A gravel-covered road meandered into the distance. There were clusters of withered and yellow weeds on both sides of the road. In the distance stood a lonely old crooked tree.

The rising sun in the sky casts thousands of golden rays.

Lu Yun exhaled a breath of white air, and her uncle leaned half of his body in, stretched out his long arms and held her in his arms. "Are you cold, Sister Yun?" After saying that, he realized that the little girl in his arms was like a little stove, with a pair of warm fat hands.

Lu Yun sat obediently. Her uncle had a pine-like fragrance mixed with the fresh air of the wild on a winter morning, which smelled very pleasant.

After sitting for a while, her uncle began humming an unknown tune. The rhythm sounded like a folk song from the Yunnan, Guizhou, and Sichuan regions. Could it be that her aunt, whom she had never met, was from Sichuan, Guizhou, or Yunnan? Lu Yun imagined a Miao girl wearing Dai clothing and silver jewelry on her head.

Just as Lu Yun was daydreaming, the sound of horse hooves came from a distant path, and a man riding a black horse slowly approached from a distance.

"Here I come." Zhang Yulin put Lu Yun on the carriage, jumped off, trotted forward a few steps, and stood there waiting.

Only when the man rode closer did Lu Yun see clearly that he was wearing a nightgown and holding a boy in his arms. The boy was thin, pale, and his eyes were closed.

The man in black handed the boy to his uncle, turned his horse around and left quickly without saying a word.

The uncle reached out his hand and felt the forehead of the child in his arms. With a serious expression, he carefully opened the seat cover at the back and put the child in. After doing all this, the uncle smiled at her and said, "My dear sister Yun, don't tell anyone about what happened today. I'll buy you some candy."

Lu Yun mustered up her courage and opened her arms. "Uncle, I want some buns." "Ten big, thin-skinned buns with beef filling." Her uncle said it was absolutely fine.

Lu Yun sat in the back seat and shifted her butt uncomfortably.

When the carriage stopped again, Lu Yun found herself in a courtyard, from which she could see the familiar mountain scenery in the distance.

The uncle asked her to follow him, and carried the little boy to the backyard. They passed through a corridor and several small doorways and came to a courtyard with a plaque hanging above it that read "Clear Wind and Bright Moon".

Suddenly, there was a creaking sound, and a partition door not far away was pushed open. It seemed that the uncle had known that there was someone in the room and walked in without hesitation. While Lu Yun was hesitant, the uncle pulled her in.

The room was simply furnished. A thick layer of dust accumulated on the empty table, as if it had been unoccupied for a long time and therefore untouched. The eastern side was the bedroom. A charcoal fire sat on the floor. Sitting beside it was an old monk in a gray robe, with white hair and beard, and a kind face.

The uncle placed the boy on the couch and then took her to respectfully bow to the old monk. "Greetings, Master Fan. The young man has been unconscious for a whole day. Please take the trouble to treat him."

The boy's illness was so serious. Thinking of the infant mortality rate in Guda, Lu Yun's eyes showed sympathy. She quietly sat down on a chair to the side and began to eat osmanthus candy.

After a moment, the old monk withdrew his hand and said, "The young master was born prematurely and is weak. Furthermore, due to the journey, the wind evil entered his body, causing the lungs to be unable to absorb air, causing qi to be reversed and not smooth, and the three burners to be out of harmony, leading to a temporary coma." After saying this, he walked to the table, picked up a pen and wrote down the prescription, instructing, "Take it three times a day, decoct it and take it after meals. Avoid meat and fish for the first seven days."

My uncle agreed to everything and turned to walk out of the yard.

The room returned to calm. Lu Yun, who was taking food out of her purse, noticed a pair of eyes gazing at her. Lu Yun looked at the old monk and asked, "Grandpa, what are you looking at me for?"

Master Liao Fan smiled kindly and said, "Little donor, I have observed your face and feel that you and the Buddha have a connection."

Lu Yun was so frightened that she almost dropped the sweet-scented osmanthus candy in her hand. She put the sweet-scented osmanthus candy on the table beside her and pointed to the two bags above her head. "Grandpa, I'm a girl. I can't be a monk."

Liao Fan patiently persuaded him, "You don't have to be a monk to join my Buddhist sect and become a registered disciple. Then you can come to Qingping Temple to burn incense for free. How about I help you get the first incense?"

Ah, is it really possible? But she was afraid that the austerity of Buddhism would not be enough to fill her stomach. Lu Yun was about to refuse when the door was suddenly pushed open. An old man in a khaki Taoist robe walked in quickly and looked at Master Le Fan angrily.

Lu Yun recognized that the man was the old man who had treated her at her grandmother's house. Thinking of that smelly and bitter experience, she suddenly felt like vomiting. Lu Yun made a "vomit" sound and then her eyes went black and she fainted.

When I woke up again, it was already evening. The house was quiet and the air was filled with a strong smell of medicine.

"You're awake!" a voice rang out. Lu Yun looked over and saw the unconscious little boy sitting at the end of the bed, looking at her. His face was still pale. Lu Yun jumped out of the bed and said, "I'm sorry to disturb your rest, young master. I'll be downstairs right away."

"Cough cough cough" "Cough cough——" A weak cough sounded, the boy clenched his right fist and pressed it against the tip of his nose, his shoulders shook violently, his pale face was flushed, and he looked like he was about to cough out a lung lobe.

It seemed like bronchitis. Lu Yun paused as she got out of bed, turned around and crawled to the child. A bitter and astringent smell of traditional Chinese medicine hit her. Barely suppressing the urge to vomit, Lu Yun reached out her chubby hand and patted him on the back. "Let the air go, let the air go. Don't worry, take a deep breath."

The boy obediently began to breathe, his throat like an old bellows with a hole in it.

I am indeed seriously ill. Looking at my plump and fair body, today is another day to be grateful.