Raised an ugly man [Transmigration Book]

The white-bearded old man collected the consultation fee and left. Yi He saw that his cough was getting better, and said, "Chun'er is straightforward, so you don't need to pay too much attention to it."

Yi Ziqian coughed a little, and said: "She is young, but she likes to provoke right and wrong at such a young age. I am afraid of her future."

Yi He said: "So that's the case, it's hard for you to think about her. By the way, who is Ah Qing?"

Yi Ziqian said: "He is a Yaoguo man I rescued on the side of the road. He was covered in injuries. I looked at him pitifully and coughed, so I put him in the mansion."

Yi He thought for a while, and said: "You are kind, but you don't know the details of other people. It is not appropriate to put him in the mansion without telling him after saving him."

Yi Ziqian said: "Third brother has thought about it, ahem, but I saved someone, so I have to arrange him well, there is no such thing as abandoning him."

Yi He tucked the quilt up for him, and said: "Forget it, don't talk about it when you're sick, get a good rest first, and I'll ask someone to cook this medicine for you."

Although Yi Ziqian did not have the memory of the original owner, nor did he know the deep feelings between the two brothers, but at this moment he really felt that Yi He cared for him very much, and said sincerely: "Thank you for your hard work, third brother."

Yi He picked up the prescription that was pressed on the table, and said seriously: "Agreement with me, if you don't thank me in the future, I will only feel that we are becoming more and more unfamiliar with each other."

Yi Ziqian wanted to struggle to get up and said, "Third brother, I didn't mean that."

There was an inexplicable emotion in Yi He's eyes, but he smiled bitterly, and said, "Lie down well, no matter what happens, I will take good care of you."

Seeing Yi He leave, Yi Ziqian fell into deep thought.

Here Ah Qing finishes her day's work and eats dinner with all the servants.The five servants gathered around a large bowl of cabbage soup with fried mushrooms. The so-called cabbage soup was just a few pieces of wilted yellow cabbage floating on the clear water.One person and one chopstick are basically swept away, and they are eaten with rice soaked in cabbage soup.

Ah Qing was sitting on the bench in the corner, silently picking up the rice in the bowl, Wang Yang also moved the bench, sat next to him and chatted with him, asking, "Where did you go with my lord yesterday?"

Ah Qing took a bite and said, "Winehouse, Shengju Building."

Wang Yang said: "What happened? Today I heard someone said that Mr. Lang fell ill."

Ah Qing wanted to come last night, but Mr. Xiao Lang told him to rest well, but he himself fell ill, so he stopped his movements and said, "How could it be?"

Wang Yang said: "Oh, Mr. Lang has that kind of body. He gets a minor illness once a month and a serious illness once a year. Don't worry too much."

Ah Qing was silent, he thought that Mr. Xiao Lang couldn't help the wind and rain, but he didn't expect to be so weak.

If it weren't for the accident in Shengjulou, Xiao Langjun probably wouldn't have fallen ill. Thinking about it this way, he felt more and more guilty.

He wanted to visit Xiao Langjun and do something for him when he was ill, but his status and class were so high that he was really not qualified to allow him to go.How sick is Xiao Langjun?Is the condition better?These concerns and questions still troubled him, and he was restless. When he was chopping wood, he almost threw the ax out of his hand.

The lights in Yifu have been turned off, people are sleeping on their pillows, the night is getting darker and quieter.Ah Qing walked through the corridor and came to Xiao Langjun's courtyard. Through the window paper, he saw that the candles in his room were extinguished, so he pushed the door lightly and entered, and opened the curtain to see Xiao Lang Jun lying on the bed with his eyes closed. The brows were slightly gathered together, wondering if it was a nightmare.The eyelashes are long, thick and black, like a butterfly on the eyelids.

Xiao Langjun usually has a complexion like snow, but now he has a fever, his cheeks are a little peachy, probably due to the abnormal flush caused by the fever.

Ah Qing probed with the back of his hand, and found that his forehead was terribly hot. It may be that the fever had subsided due to repeated illnesses, and it rose again in the night.

Not to disturb others, so I had to go out to fetch well water, dipped a white towel into the water, and put it on Xiao Langjun's forehead, repeatedly, until the heat on Xiao Langjun's face receded a little.

That night, Yi Ziqian was so troubled by fever that he was always having nightmares, all of which were scenes interspersed between past life and present life. When someone came to his room, he was startled and thought it was a thief, and wanted to open his eyes, but How can not wake up.

After a while, the man went out again. When he came back, he seemed to bring a basin of water and put a cold towel on his forehead. Those wild thoughts gradually disappeared. It turned out that the man had no malice. Ripped it dry in cold water, put it on his forehead again, back and forth, this man just stood by his bedside.And the masculinity emanating from him, he always felt a little familiar.

When Yi Ziqian's fever completely subsided and such a toss was already ugly, Ah Qing guarded Yi Ziqian in the middle of the night.

He wiped off the water stains on Xiao Langjun's face, threw the cold towel into the basin, and saw that Xiao Langjun's brows were no longer gathered, and his face was calm, as if the nightmare had dissipated.

He tucked in Mr. Xiao Lang's quilt, closed the window, and went out with the water basin.

On the second day, Yi Ziqian slept very deeply, and woke up after three poles in the sun. When he opened his eyes and got up, he found that he was much more energetic, and his headache didn't hurt much.

Chun'er fetched water, and after washing, he ate and drank medicine.Chun'er brought up the boiled medicine, put a stack of candied fruit beside it, and said, "Lang Jun, drink it while it's hot."

Yi Ziqian looked at the bowl of ink black medicine soup and knew it must be very bitter.However, he knew that good medicine tasted bitter and good for the disease, so in order to get better faster, he drank it unambiguously, suppressing the feeling of nausea, and stuffed a few candied fruit into his mouth before suppressing it.

After Chun'er cleaned up the medicine bowl, when she came back, she held the clothes and accessories in her hand, and said: "Mr. Lang, someone came here just now, and said that the second lady is getting married the day after tomorrow. Tomorrow evening, the master will hold a banquet for the prefect and the groom. Put on your clothes and let you attend."

Yi Ziqian is still ill and just wants to be quiet, but this is a major event of the Yi family, if he doesn't attend, it will be embarrassing to the prefect and Yi's father.He is a rice bug in the Yi family, and his existence value in the mansion is equivalent to transparency. If Yi's father cut off his expenses in a fit of anger, wouldn't he want to drink the northwest wind.

In expediency, it is better to go to the banquet.

He said, "Put the things on the table."

Chun'er put down her clothes and said, "Lang Jun, I see that your complexion looks much better."

Yi Ziqian couldn't help but think that the person who sneaked into his room last night to take care of him, he had guessed the identity of that person pretty closely.With a slight smile on his face, he said: "Really, probably because of a good mood, the body also gets better."

In the afternoon, he lay idle on the bed, read halfway through the book, and then put it aside.He didn't enjoy reading this "Meng Shi Lu". Unable to stop her lover's greed for wealth and honor, he became a husband-in-law outside the family, which made her cry.

If he were this Qin girl, you would be ruthless and I would be ungrateful, just cut it off, at worst, she would find another lover, but Qin Nu was infatuated, so she hanged herself on a tree.Compared with romance, he still prefers to read fantasy novels. Of course, there was no such kind of novels in ancient times. The authors mostly used love between men and women to reflect their dissatisfaction and anger towards the current society.

Putting down the book, still thinking about peach blossom wine, coughing and calling Chun'er, said: "Ahem, go and soak the peach blossom petals in the wine I bought yesterday."

Chun'er put the abandoned "Meng Shi Lu" back on the bookshelf, and said: "Mr. Lang, you are still sick, so don't worry about these things. Can it be done when you recover?"

Yi Ziqian said: "No, it will take two months to brew the wine. When Gu Lin came last time, didn't he want to drink too much? After brewing, invite him to taste it."

Chun'er muttered, "Mr. Lang only thinks about other people, and he doesn't think much about himself."

Yi Ziqian laughed and said, "How can there be, ahem, I want to drink it myself, okay?"

Chun'er smiled lightly: "Since Mr. Lang wants to drink, Chun'er will naturally do it."

The next day, Yi Ziqian's condition recurred a bit, and his energy was not good. Fortunately, the groom's officer and his family came in the evening, and he lay on the bed for a whole day. Let Chun'er help put on the clean clothes.

Not long after, Yun Ning wore a blue silk sash, a black gold and jade crown, and a red sash and willow belt, just like a person in a painting. What was printed in the bronze mirror was an overly handsome young man.

After Chun'er helped tidy it up, she covered her mouth and said with a smile: "This set of clothes is suitable for Mr. Lang, it's so pretty."

After Yi Ziqian was teased, he lost his energy. He sat on the couch and gasped for a few breaths, and said, "It's your sweet talk, help me up quickly, and go to the gate to meet the guests."

The marriage of the second young lady, who is favored by Mr. Yi, is a major event in the house, and the steward ordered the servants to leave their work behind and go to decorate and decorate the house.Ah Qing originally finished his work, but because the manager didn't like Ah Qing very much, and wore a black bamboo hat every day, pretending to be a ghost, and arranged more things for him, Ah Qing didn't care much, he.So he carried a festive red lantern, leaning on the ladder, and prepared to hang the lantern on the corner of the eaves.

Glancing at the courtyard, I happened to see Mr. Xiao Lang who was being supported by Chun'er. He was wearing a crimson brocade robe with a maple leaf pattern embroidered on the hem, which made his skin stronger than the snow. The breeze blew up, and he was still sick from the wind. Quan, stopped to cough a few times from time to time.

Mr. Xiao Lang didn't notice Ah Qing's gaze, and walked straight ahead, passing him. Ah Qing's eyes were a bit lost, and he could see himself when he raised his eyes. He quickly covered up his emotions, and hung up the lantern rope. eaves.

Today is the bridegroom's wedding and the exchange of tokens, and tomorrow the bride leaves home to take the sedan chair, so today Yi Yun stays in the pavilion and is not allowed to come out to see anyone.

He was getting closer to the door, but Yi He saw him first, and smiled lightly, while Yi's father and the eldest lady still looked indifferent, and nodded slightly.

After Yi Ziqian frowned and bowed, he stood beside Yi He, and Yi He said: "It's hard for you, I have to come out to greet you when I'm sick."

Yi Ziqian coughed a few times, and said, "It's not in the way, after all, he is the prefect, with a high position and authority, if the reception is not good, it will be a lack of etiquette."

Yi He said: "After dinner in a while, there is no need to sit and greet at the banquet. I ask my father to let you leave the banquet earlier, so that you will suffer less."

Yi Ziqian accepted this kindness, thought for a while, and said, "Third brother is considerate of me, I will keep it in my heart."

After hearing this, Yi He smiled.

After a while, I saw two hard-clothed sedan chairs coming towards Yi's house. The wooden sedan chairs were vermilion red, and the four corners of the sedan chairs were in the shape of pagodas, and they were carried by four people.The sedan chair was seated, the curtain was lifted, and the two people stepped down. The white-faced, short-bearded, forty-year-old man in front of him was probably the prefect Lin.

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I have something to do tomorrow, everyone will update the day after tomorrow, hold your fists~