"Zhang San, this young master fainted on the street. Can we borrow the room in your backyard to clean him up and change him into dry clothes?" Lian Xing asked in person after Xiaochun and the coachman got Wu Chen off the carriage.

"Brother Zhang San, don't worry, I won't cause you any trouble. When this young master wakes up, let him eat something and leave." Since Lian Xing has already decided to do a good deed, he might as well do it to the end.

"Well... okay then!"

Although Zhang San has become the manager now, the backyard is where the boss lives after all. Although he sometimes stays in the guest room to look after the shop when business is good, he is still hesitant to take in outsiders.

So, Lian Xing and Xiao Chun helped Wu Chen to the backyard. They didn't go to the main house where the host lived, but just opened a wing room at random and helped Wu Chen in. As luck would have it, it happened to be the room where Mu Lige lived.

"Let me do it!"

After removing Wuchen's damp monk's robes, Lianxing cleaned his face and body with warm water. He then asked Xiaochun to get a dry robe from the wardrobe for Wuchen to change into. After all, he had no clothes in the carriage, and even if he did, it wouldn't be appropriate to give a monk those powder-soaked, top-ranked young man's clothes.

"Master, why... isn't he awake yet? Could he be dying?" Xiaochun said in fear as he looked at the monk lying on the bed with a pale face and no signs of waking up.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"I guess you got caught in the rain last night, caught a cold, and have a fever." Lian Xing touched Wu Chen's forehead with her slender fingers and felt a burning sensation.

"Xiaochun, go get a basin of cold water, and ask Zhang San for some ice."

"Yes, sir."

Xiaochun came back soon and entered the room with a basin of cold water filled with ice cubes.

"Sir, the water is coming."

"Do you need a little one?"

Seeing his young master doing all the hard work, Xiaochun felt a little distressed. After all, he had just been favored by the county magistrate for a whole night, and his body must be exhausted.

"No need. Go to the shop up ahead and see if there's anything you can do for me. Be quick and do more work, and talk less."

"Yes, sir."

After Xiaochun left, Lianxing wet the handkerchief with ice water again, wrung it until it was half dry, and then applied it to Wuchen's forehead.

Wu Chen, who was originally in a scorching heat, suddenly felt a cool and comfortable feeling.

"My dear sister, is that you?"

"Did you come to see me?"

"Brother, I really can't bear to leave you..."

Wu Chen, mumbling in his sleep, then tightly grasped the soft hand that left his forehead.

Lianxing:......

Who would have thought that this handsome young master was actually a playboy monk, and an infatuated one at that?

Lian Xing smiled slightly.

He exerted a lot of strength to pull his hand out of Wu Chen's palm.

"I'm Lianxing, not your good sister. You have to get better soon before you can see her again..."

Lian Xing did not have any contempt for this handsome monk. After all... he also had a love in his heart that was unacceptable to the secular world.

However, if a monk falls in love with a mortal woman, he can still return to secular life, but it is probably impossible for Lian Xing and Second Brother Situ to be together forever, so he can only bury this love deep in his heart.