Chapter 160: A Sick Child Can Be Taught
Song Jin had intended to write the letter the next day, but was delayed by an unexpected event.
After enjoying the beautiful scenery during the day and feeling the cold wind blowing against his body, Song Jin started coughing that night. He curled up in Ji Shubai's arms, coughing in peace.
"Cuckoo——"
Ji Shubai lifted the curtain and went to call for help, but Dujuan, who was outside and had not yet gone to bed, ran in hurriedly.
"Where did you go during the day? Why is Madam coughing like this?"
Ji Shubai rarely criticized his servants, especially the ones brought by Song Jin. But today they looked unfriendly, with frowned brows, harsh voices, and unpleasant expressions.
"Today I only went up the mountain to burn incense and didn't go anywhere else. I must have caught a cold from the wind on the mountain. What should I do?"
Song Jin held Ji Shubai back and said, "It's my fault. I got sick because I was too eager to see the scenery."
Song Jin's face was flushed from coughing. He huddled close to Ji Shubai. His body was burning hot, as if he had a fever.
"First, make a bowl of ginger soup and add more sugar."
Dujuan hurried to make arrangements.
Ji Shubai then lay down, held the person in his arms, and helped tuck in the corners of the quilt.
"Your voice has become hoarse, so stop talking, and don't run around in the winter anymore."
"I used to be able to run around and be fine, but now I'm getting weaker and weaker."
"You are so young, but you are getting weaker and weaker."
Ji Shubai didn't want to hear what she said and hugged her tightly.
"We still have many years to go."
Song Jin originally wanted to say that he had a cold and was afraid that it would be contagious, so he asked if it would be better for them to sleep separately.
But after hearing these words, she began to yearn for his embrace again and started to cry against his chest.
I used to work all the time, exercising in disguise, so I felt that I was in good health. But now, after being well behaved in this government office for a long time, I feel that my health is not as good as before.
On second thought, she was a dead person.
Neither Song Jin nor Mancao lived long. Now that two short-lived ghosts are together, I don’t know if it will affect my body in this life, and I don’t know how long I can last.
The more he thought about Song Jin, the sadder he felt, especially when he heard Ji Shubai's gentle and soothing words from above his head. He felt that the present life was more precious and he hugged her even tighter.
The ginger soup was spicy. Even though Du Juan added more sugar as instructed, the spicy taste was still hard to conceal. It was extremely uncomfortable when passing through an inflamed throat. Song Jin leaned in Ji Shubai's arms, frowning as he drank, and refused to drink any more after drinking half of it.
"Be obedient, drink the ginger soup and sweat it out, you'll feel better tomorrow."
Song Jin shook his head, and his throat felt even more uncomfortable.
Ji Shubai refused, pinched her cheek and turned her over and said, "You are already such a grown-up, why do you need someone to coax you to drink a sweet medicine?"
Song Jin became even more unhappy when he heard this. He turned his head away and tears welled up in his eyes.
"Why are you crying?"
"You bully me."
"When did I bully you?"
"just."
Ji Shubai was confused.
"Did you say something wrong just now?"
Song Jin didn't answer, and her tears flowed even harder.
Ji Shubai had no choice but to hand the bowl to Du Juan and helped her into bed: "Okay, if you don't want to drink it, then don't drink it. The ginger milk you made last time was good. How about asking the maids to change it for you tomorrow morning?"
Song Jin was sobbing and sulking, and didn't answer him. When Ji Shubai reached out to hug her, her body was stiff, and she didn't cling to him softly as before.
"Are you angry?"
Song Jin turned his head away and ignored him.
Ji Shubai was inexperienced. Seeing Song Jin crying, she thought for a long time and could only suspect that her tone was bad, but she was not such a petty person before.
What should I do about this?
"lady......"
"My lady..."
"Ajin, please don't be angry, okay?"
It was just as good as no persuasion. Facing this blockhead, Song Jin had no choice but to cry.
Seeing that she didn't stop crying after his persuasion, but cried even harder, Ji Shubai quickly turned over, held her face with both hands, and forced her to look at him: "Stop crying, okay? Isn't it okay that I was wrong?"
"What went wrong?" It's a cliché, but men can never give the right answer.
"I was too fierce just now. I'll change, okay?"
Song Jin bit her lip: "You are so stupid."
"Then tell me and I'll change it from now on, okay?"
Song Jin's sobbing sounds gradually subsided.
"I'm sick, can't you be more patient?"
"oh--"
"Oh, you're still here. I was already feeling unwell, and you're still mean to me."
"Vicious?" Ji Shubai tried hard to recall, but still couldn't find out what was vicious about himself.
"Have I?"
"You still don't admit it?"
"I admit it, I admit it, I admit it all."
When Song Jin fell ill, he felt unwell and his mood became terrible. Ji Shubai didn't know what was going on and made him cry. After asking a lot of questions, he finally found out the reason.
At this time, Song Jin was no different from a child, who needed to be coaxed, spoiled, and had a temper. If he was told a harsh word, he would cry, and his temper would come at any time without reason.
Ji Shubai chuckled at the end and slid his fingertips across Song Jin's cheek: "It turns out that Jin can also be a little bit temperamental sometimes."
"You're still laughing at me!"
Ji Shubai smiled even more, and lowered his head to kiss the corners of her eyes and cheeks again and again.
"I won't laugh at you anymore. I won't laugh at you anymore."
Song Jin felt uncomfortable that night and did not sleep well. When Ji Shubai got up early to report for duty, she was still sleeping soundly. He got up quietly, went outside to wash up, and went in to see her when he was dressed to go out. She was still sleeping soundly, so he did not disturb her. He only asked Chunyun to stay by her side and send someone to tell him when she woke up.
Around noon, Song Jin woke up with a frown on his brow and shouted in a hoarse voice that he was thirsty. Chunyun went out to get some water and sent someone to tell Ji Shubai.
Song Jin drank a large bowl of warm water and was hungry again, so Chunyun said, "There's chicken soup outside, how about we have some noodles?"
Song Jin nodded. His throat was sore right now, and eating noodles was indeed much more convenient than rice.
She used to be unable to drink ginger soup. The more others drank it, the better it was, but she felt worse and worse. In short, her throat would become hoarse as soon as she drank it.
When Chunyun brought in the chicken noodle soup, Ji Shubai just came back, followed by clerks carrying a lot of things in, as if he was going to do some work in the house today.
A low table was moved to the bed, and Ji Shubai asked for a bowl of noodles as he hadn't had breakfast yet.
Song Jin asked hoarsely, "Why haven't you eaten yet?"
Ji Shubai heard her voice, which was even uglier than the quacking of a duck: "What happened? Why did the voice become like this?"
Song Jin glared at him, blaming him for insisting on giving him ginger soup.
Ji Shubai thought, he didn't say no when he was drinking, he clearly refused after drinking half of it.
But when he met Song Jin's eyes, he immediately thought of what he said last night.
"I was wrong. I will never give you ginger soup again. How about we have ginger milk?"
"I want to eat double skin milk."
Song Jin insisted on confronting him, Ji Shubai smiled and said, "Okay, whatever you want, Jin is the most powerful."
Song Jin smiled with satisfaction.
Ji Shubai took off his soap boots, and the two of them sat cross-legged on the bed and ate a bowl of noodles each. Seeing that she had a good appetite, Ji Shubai thought that there was no big problem, and his mood improved a lot.
"I will stay in the house today and ask a doctor to come and take a look later."
Song Jin was unhappy when he heard this: "Then I will have to drink bitter medicine soup?"
Song Jin had a very vivid memory of that smell, and he felt uncomfortable just thinking about it.
Seeing her like this, Ji Shubai thought she was just a child and even complained about the bitterness of the medicine.
He wanted to say that good medicine tastes bitter, but was afraid that Song Jinru would cry like she did last night, so he changed his words: "When the medicine is ready, I'll help you taste it first. If it's too bitter, we won't drink it. What kind of doctor is this? He can't even prescribe sweet medicine."
When Song Jin heard this, he chuckled, but because his throat was hoarse, the sound became strange.
"How can you be so mean as to blame the doctor for the bitter medicine?"
"Who is to blame then?"
Song Jin knew he had fallen into a trap, so he picked up the bowl and drank the chicken soup without saying anything.
Seeing her like that, Ji Shubai pursed his lips and smiled.
Ji Shubai was by her side during the consultation, prescribing medicine, boiling medicine, and taking medicine. When she took her pulse, she only needed to raise her eyes to see Ji Shubai standing by the bed looking at her, which made her feel at ease immediately.
This man is teachable.
Song Jin was in a better mood and even drank the medicine obediently. After Ji Shubai tasted it and said it was a bit bitter but not hot, she grabbed the bowl and drank it in one gulp.
He rinsed his mouth with warm water, put a candied fruit in his mouth, and then curled up in the quilt and went back to sleep.
Ji Shubai continued to help tuck in the quilt, and finally leaned over to whisper in her ear, "I'm in the study outside, call me if you need anything."
Song Jin closed his eyes and nodded.
Near noon, some ladies heard the news that Song Jin was ill and came to visit her. Unfortunately, Song Jin had taken the medicine and fell asleep. Ji Shubai had no choice but to thank them one by one and ask them to come again another day.
Song Jin had been ill for several days. Whenever he opened his eyes while lying in bed, he could ask someone to open the bedroom door and see Ji Shubai not far away opposite. He felt much more at ease. If it weren't for the occasional officials coming in, Song Jin would just want to ask for the door to be kept open.
After a few days, Song Jin gradually got better and wrote a note to invite Miss Pei to come over. Ji Shubai went to the yamen to do his work.
When Miss Pei heard that she was going to be arranged to marry someone and also heard that the man was of good character and appearance, her face turned red and she said that although she was not engaged yet, the matter still needed the decision of her parents.
Song Jin understood that Mrs. Lin could ask a matchmaker to propose marriage, and there was no reason for her parents to object.
Song Jin breathed a sigh of relief as he finally put his mind at ease.
Time flies. Song Jin is counting the days until the Little New Year. He is thinking that he can go back to his old house and spend the New Year peacefully. He can't help but feel happy.
That evening, she was waiting at the door as usual for Ji Shubai to come in. This was a new habit she developed after recovering from her illness.
Like the fox waiting for his little prince.
Who would have thought that Ji Shubai didn't show up that day, but instead Mrs. Lu came hurriedly walking in from the door, holding her set of mahjong tiles in her arms.
"What's going on? Why are you so flustered?"
Madam Lu cried out, "I don't know what happened to my husband. He came back with a tantrum today. He had seen me play before, but today he suddenly scolded me and told me not to play anymore."
"I wanted to return this thing to you first. Also, I'm afraid your master is in a bad mood today. When he comes back..."
As they were talking, Ji Shubai had already come in from outside. Madam Lu lowered her voice and said, "Be careful and serve me. I'm leaving first. We'll talk about it in detail tomorrow."
Song Jin had no choice but to nod, and asked someone to put away the mahjong first. He went out to meet Ji Shubai. Sure enough, he saw that he had an ugly face. When Madam Lu came to greet him, he didn't even look at her, and walked in with his head down.
This is not common.
Song Jin smiled apologetically at Mrs. Lu and followed her into the house.
Ji Shubai didn't like to bring things from the government office back home, so she rarely saw him frown, but today was different.
Is there something wrong? What happened?
Song Jin didn't remember clearly the major events of the ninth year of Wanli, but he knew clearly the great event that was going to happen in the tenth year of Wanli.
Thinking about the lot I drew at Lingyan Temple, I felt even more uneasy.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
