met free Chapter 405 Autumn Hunting
Chapter 405 Autumn Hunting
A stage was built in the Meifang Garden of Fu's house, and actors in phoenix crowns and colorful clothes sang obscure and graceful lyrics and music.
Lin Jiaojiao sat in the audience and watched absentmindedly.
She stayed with Lan Jiu in his room until his fever subsided a little, then she took a shower, changed into clean clothes and went out.
After leaving Fu Qi's courtyard, Lan Yi followed her without anyone noticing. She stopped and turned to look at Lan Yi.
Lan Yi also learned that Lan Jiu had caught a cold when she came back with Lin Jiaojiao at noon, but she knew that this minor cold might cost him his life.
But Lan Qi has already followed his master to Kyoto.
Fortunately, Lan Shi is still in Qingzhou, so she can only place her hopes on him.
Lan Yi took the initiative to say, "Don't worry, young lady. I have sent a message to ask Lan Shi to come as fast as possible. He should be here tomorrow night."
Lin Jiaojiao originally just wanted to ask her what happened to Lan Jiu’s chest injury, but why was Lan Shi involved now?
Could it be that Lan saw that Lan Jiu was sick and no one was taking care of her, so he was planning to replace her?
She quickly refused, "No need to ask anyone to come. I don't need anyone to serve me. It will be the same when Jiu recovers."
Lan Yi realized that she had misunderstood and explained.
"Miss, that's not the case. Lan Jiu was seriously injured before he came back, which made him much weaker. Although Lan Shi's medical skills are not as sophisticated as Lan Qi's, they are much better than ordinary doctors."
She did not say that Lan Qi had examined him the night Lan Jiu came back and prescribed a lot of medicine, but she had never smelled any smell of medicine on Lan Jiu.
When Lin Jiaojiao heard that there was not only a replacement doctor but also a better doctor to treat Lan Jiu, she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Okay, we should take a closer look. Do you know where the injury is?"
"Lan Qi said before that if it was half a centimeter off, he would definitely die. I guess it was the chest that was injured."
Lin Jiaojiao took a breath of cold air. She only listened to what Zhao Xiaotong said and did not see the specific location of the wound. She did not expect it to be such a serious injury. She almost lost her sight of him.
Her throat slid up and down, and she slowly opened her mouth and continued to ask.
"Then do you know when you were injured?"
"I don't know, but Lan Qi said it has already scabbed over. I think it was about half a month before I came back."
The missions were confidential, so she shouldn't have revealed any information.
Sure enough, Lin Jiaojiao associated this time period with the news that reached Nanshan at the end of September.
The Empress of Kyoto Akihiro was assassinated, and the Second Princess blocked a sword for the Empress. One assassin died and the other escaped. This was a great achievement made by the Second Princess.
But there are always conspiracy theorists, and people began to spread the word that this was all directed and acted by the second princess herself. If she succeeded, she would ascend the throne on the spot, and if she failed, she could consolidate her position.
But most people think that this is unnecessary and there is no need for the Second Princess to do this. Opinions vary.
But no matter what the truth is, the seed of doubt was planted in the Queen's heart.
When she heard the news, she thought it was Qi Yao's plan, but she didn't expect that Lan Jiu was among the assassins sent.
When Lan saw that she remained silent for a long time, he realized that she had guessed it. Even she herself had guessed it based on the rumors. After all, she had been away from the organization for too long.
Lin Jiaojiao's thoughts were brought back to reality by the crying of a baby. She sat up and looked towards the sound of the crying, and saw Lin Lexing crying in Fu's father's arms.
"Xiaoqiu, Le Xing must be hungry."
"Got it, Dad. I'll carry Le Xing to the back room first."
Fu Qi took the child to the back room to feed her, and Lin Xiayou and Lin Dongyi in the stroller were woken up and screamed and kicked their limbs in anger. Lin Yiyan and Lin's father hurriedly held the children in their arms and coaxed them.
She also wanted to hug the children, but held back.
Although the whole body has been cleaned, the children are too young and have low resistance, so just in case.
Even when interacting with her husbands, she kept a distance.
Fortunately, the children were only noisy for a while, and everyone was watching the opera on the stage with great interest.
She had gone late to begin with, and now it was almost over. She was waiting to go back after dinner to see if Lan Jiu's fever had subsided. If not, she could continue to give him antipyretic medicine.
"My dear wife, is Lan Jiu feeling better?"
Lin Yizhi quietly moved his chair next to Lin Jiaojiao, leaned close to her and asked in a low voice.
Lin Jiaojiao leaned back slightly, afraid of getting too close to him.
"Better."
"That's good. I heard from the little boy that Lan Jiu didn't eat lunch either, so I asked Uncle Zhao to make him some vegetable and minced meat porridge."
She was a little surprised by Lin Yizhi's concern for Lan Jiu. At this moment, she suddenly thought of the coal in Lan Jiu's room. If they hadn't ordered, there would be no coal for heating in Lan Jiu's room.
"I also know..."
He was startled by her instantly red eyes, and thought she was feeling unwell and was a little worried.
"What happened to my wife?"
Lin Jiaojiao took a deep breath and calmed down her emotion of being moved to tears, but her voice was still a little hoarse.
"I'm fine, thank you Yizhi."
Lin Yizhi was confused by the sudden thanks and wanted to ask what was going on, but he saw Fu's mother with her ears perked up, so he had to give up.
...
Lan Jiu had a beautiful dream.
He dreamed that she finally stopped hiding from him, she was right beside him, accompanying him, and gently calling his name.
"Ajiu wake up..."
"Brother Lan Jiu, wake up...it's time to get up and eat something...Brother Lan Jiu..."
It was indeed a dream.
He tilted his head and looked at Zhao Xiaotong with half-open eyes, his expression was gloomy and his vision gradually blurred. He closed his eyes again and wanted to continue sleeping.
Zhao Xiaotong scooped a bowl of porridge and stirred it with a spoon to make it cool down quickly. When it was almost done, he turned to the bedside, put down the bowl and spoon, and prepared to continue waking the person up, when he saw tears running down the corners of the eyes of the person lying with his eyes closed.
"Brother Lan Jiu, are you awake? Brother Lan Jiu?"
Zhao Xiaotong breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the person open his eyes.
"Brother Lan Jiu, you scared me. I thought you were crying, um, it's okay, Brother Lan Jiu. You feel uncomfortable when you have a fever, and you won't feel uncomfortable when the fever goes away."
His face was pale and his eyes were red. He forced a bitter smile at the corners of his mouth, but it didn't reach his eyes. He took a long time before speaking.
"Thank you for your hard work, little boy."
When Zhao Xiaotong saw that he could speak, he hurriedly supported him while he was half lying down, and picked up the bowl to feed him porridge.
"Brother Lan Jiu, eat more so that you can get better faster. You don't know that the head of the family has been watching over you during your coma. He also asked me to wipe your body to cool you down. The head of the family waited until you cooled down before leaving."
"You said...cough cough...cough cough..."
Lan Jiu choked, and Zhao Xiaotong quickly put down the bowl and ran to the table to pour a glass of water.
"Brother Lan Jiu, drink some water. Take your time. There's no rush."
Lan Jiu had already sat up, lowered his head and covered his chest. Every time he coughed, his chest hurt.
The people watching nearby were extremely worried. They had originally wanted to confess that he had told the master about the injuries on his body, but now it was not easy for them to speak up in this situation.
After a long time, Lan Jiu put down his hand, his voice was weak and hoarse, and the ending tone was trembling.
"You said the young lady was here?"
He still had his head down, so Zhao Xiaotong couldn't see his expression.
"Yes, the master left not long ago. The hot water bottle in your bed was put there by the master himself. He also applied a towel to your forehead, but I wiped your body. Don't worry, Brother Lan Jiu. Eat something first, Brother Lan Jiu, or the porridge will get cold."
"Little boy, I want to drink some more water."
"I'll pour it."
Zhao Xiaotong put down the bowl, picked up the cup and turned to pour water, but he did not notice that the quilt in front of the person with his head down was already stained with spots of varying depths.