Chapter 153 Jiang Lin is in trouble
Old Hao hesitated for a long time, not daring to utter a single word. Seeing his dilemma, Qin Xiangnuan knew that this must be a serious matter. She put on a serious expression, her tone becoming colder and more stern as she spoke, "If you don't tell me the reason today, you're acting against my orders. I can have the government remove you from your position. Without a salary, it's hard to even survive, let alone drink! I'll only give you a moment to think. Will you tell me, or not?"
"I'll tell you, I'll tell you!" Old Hao couldn't bear the pressure. He touched his nose and scratched the back of his head with a grin on his face. "When I woke up this morning, the young man outside had a fever."
Old Hao secretly glanced at Qin Xiangnuan's expression, ready to beg for mercy at any time, "Those two big brothers have been taking care of me personally and don't allow anyone to get close. They said, let me come in and take a look, and then be smart and take some medicine from you for the patient." Old Hao had never done anything sneaky in his life, so he refused to agree at first.
But Anliu and Anfeng promised to give him a few jars of good wine that could not be bought in Lianhua Town after the task was accomplished.
Old Hao, who was addicted to alcohol, could only agree. Jiang Lin had a fever? Qin Xiangnuan recalled the messy handwriting on the reply letter, and it seemed that something was really wrong. But he had clearly made osmanthus cake! "Something happened this morning?" Old Hao nodded, and as if he thought of something, he added to Qin Xiangnuan, "Yesterday, the young man went out for a while and went to the east of the city. When he came back, he was holding a jar of osmanthus in his arms, and his handkerchief seemed to be torn." But they were not allowed to make a sound, and they had been staying in the house since they came back, without coming out.
Qin Xiangnuan closed her eyes, took a deep breath, clenched her fists, and gnashed with hatred. Jiang Lin! She had never expected that he would be the one to have the problem.
"You go out first." Qin Xiangnuan pointed outside. Lao Hao nodded and left, looking back every few steps.
Qin Xiangnuan ran into the space, lying next to the spiritual spring, took two bottles of water, and drank them together with a decoction for preventing plague. No matter what Jiang Lin did, she couldn't let anything happen again. Otherwise, if Lotus Town started to chaos, I'm afraid it would be impossible to suppress it! The spiritual spring water flowed through her body, converging and condensing in her dantian. Her body became hot, and sweat soon emanated from her pores.
Half an hour later, Qin Xiangnuan came out wearing a brand new handkerchief and said to Lao Hao, "Go outside and tell Anliu and Anfeng to send Jiang Lin in!"
"If they don't send it off, they will come to see me with their heads on their shoulders!" After Qin Xiangnuan said this, Lao Hao ran out without stopping to pass on the message.
An Feng An Liu looked at the vivid imitation of Old Hao, as if he heard Qin Xiangnuan saying these things in front of him. He was so scared that his scalp went numb. He hurried into the house to discuss with Jiang Lin, "Young Master, why don't you go in? If the Third Miss knew that you got into trouble because you were picking osmanthus flowers, she would definitely not blame you..." An Liu said tentatively. Jiang Lin's face flushed, and he opened his eyes with difficulty and stared at him.
"Shut up." Jiang Lin said these two words with some weakness.
Anliu and Anfeng exchanged a glance and retreated outside helplessly. They squatted on the ground, drawing circles in the dirt with branches, and discussed with each other, "How about we take advantage of the prince's sleep and roll it up and send it inside?" Anliu suggested, but Anfeng raised his hand and patted his head, "Can you be more reliable? Do you think we are in the imperial city, delivering a concubine to His Majesty?"
"Do you want to give our prince a bath and change his clothes?"
An Feng rolled his eyes, glanced at the osmanthus tree in the east of the city, and muttered complainingly, "If you ask me, it's all the fault of that young master of the Qin family. If he hadn't mentioned when he came to see her off that the Third Miss loved eating osmanthus cakes, and that it was osmanthus season, so he thought that cakes made from them would be the most refreshing and delicious. He also said that the Third Miss was busy and dizzy in there, and if she could eat something delicious, she would definitely be in a good mood. Why would our prince search all over Lotus Town for such a single osmanthus tree?"
"What a coincidence, how come that person..."
An Feng thought back to the day when he had accompanied Jiang Lin to the osmanthus tree in the east of the city, preparing to pick petals. Originally, An Feng had gone up there, but Jiang Lin, for some reason, insisted on doing it himself. He was a skilled martial artist, so it was easy for him to fly up by stepping on the branches. He quickly gathered enough petals and returned. But when he landed, a refugee dressed as a beggar appeared out of nowhere, speaking in an incomprehensible language and raising his hand to grab the osmanthus flowers. "I think now that guy thought the prince was holding something precious."
"The prince is kind-hearted and wouldn't kill him!" Anliu looked back at the room lit only by a few candles. "If the prince had used more force, that guy wouldn't have been able to get close to him. But the prince saw that he looked ill, so he was so focused on not hurting him that he accidentally pulled off the cloth covering his mouth and nose."
It only took a few seconds, and in the blink of an eye, Jiang Lin pulled the cloth back and put it on again.
They all thought he'd be alright, but who could have imagined that when Jiang Lin woke up this morning, he'd already started to have a fever and was completely unwell. Not only was he aching and tired, but his condition was exactly the same as those outside. They could tell with their eyes closed that he'd definitely contracted the plague.
"Cough cough cough——" Suddenly, a violent coughing sound was heard in the room.
Anliu and Anfeng exchanged a glance, hurriedly stood up, and pushed the door open. They saw Jiang Lin slumped over the edge of the couch, too weak to push them away. "No, Prince, even if you don't want to, you should still go inside according to the Third Miss's rules! Don't worry, the prefect and his men are keeping an eye on things outside, as are the other brothers in our secret guards. There will definitely be no problems." Anfeng found a nearby outer robe, draped it over Jiang Lin, and squatted in front of the couch.
Anliu cooperated with him tacitly to help Jiang Lin up and let Jiang Lin lie on Anfeng's back.
"You... dare!" Jiang Lin said, barely able to open his eyes. Without stopping, he rushed towards the mansion at an extremely fast pace. "Master, you don't even have the energy to punish us now! Once the Third Miss heals you, we can leave any way you want. We will obey you, but now... you must go!"
An Feng ran to the corner gate of the house and knocked hard. Qin Xiangnuan, who was about to write to Jiang Lin to inquire about his condition, heard this and her right eyelid twitched twice. She put on her outer robe and a handkerchief and opened the door as quickly as possible. Seeing Jiang Lin, who was almost unconscious from the fever, she frowned and said sideways, "Send him in, to my room!"
"Yes." Dark Wind and Dark Current did not dare to stop. In the darkness, several figures flashed by quickly.
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