"But master... You... If you go on like this, you won't be able to bear it..." Xia Qinglan's face was pale and bloodless, and An Lan couldn't bear it.
"If you can't stand it, you have to bear it." Xia Qinglan twitched the corners of her mouth, "I am working for Prince Gong's mansion right now, how many people are waiting to see my jokes! As soon as the news of my injury spreads, tomorrow I'm afraid that there will be another bunch of papers presented to His Majesty's case, so I will let the official go home to recuperate!"
Of course, An Lan understood what Xia Qinglan meant. Right now, the matter of Yinzhuang couldn't be left alone. Everyone in the prince wanted to kick Xia Qinglan out of the game so that he could control it with one hand. After all, the old emperor wanted to help his own son. On the surface, Xia Qinglan followed him, but it was because the idea of opening a bank to issue national debt was proposed by King Gong, Zongzheng Fusu, and it would be embarrassing if he didn't add his own hands. Mrs. Xia himself is sick...
"Don't go... don't go to the doctor." Xia Qinglan warned with cold sweat on her forehead.
"Okay, okay! I'll listen to you." An Lan was in a hurry, "I'm going to get some hot water to help you wash your body."
Xia Qinglan didn't make a sound.
An Lan plunged into the night.
When An Lan came back, Xia Qinglan had fallen into a coma, and the wound on her arm was still oozing blood, emitting a pungent bloody smell.
"Master, master??" An Lan called out twice, but got no response, so she reached out to push Xia Qinglan, only to realize that his hands were as cold as ice.
His forehead was as hot as fire, but his hands and feet were as cold as ice.
An Lan frowned, before she had time to think, she dipped a dry towel in cold water and pressed it on his forehead to cool down, so she took another towel, intending to scrub Xia Qinglan's limbs and warm her body.
As soon as his hands touched Xia Qinglan's belt, the man frowned and threw him away.
"..."
Xia Qinglan muttered something in her mouth, confused, and couldn't tell what she was saying. But the movement of his rejection with both hands clearly told An Lan not to approach me, because I am not used to being touched by women.
"Master! Master?" An Lan called again, but the other party didn't respond, but turned his body on his back and curled up into a ball.
An Lan knew that he did this to Leng Cheng!
It can't go on like this!
The cold sweat on my body had to be wiped off, otherwise it was hot and cold, and it was summer, so there was no guarantee something would happen. The day before yesterday, it was sunny during the day and rainy at night. An uncle in his forties near the street suffered from heatstroke during the day and cold at night. He lost his breath after half a day.
Mrs. Xia's body is not much more delicate than that of the uncle who does hard work... If he spends a whole night, he might not be able to see the sun tomorrow!
An Lan paced back and forth, at first unable to do anything, but suddenly there was a light in the dark night outside the window, which was really dazzling.
An Lan raised her eyes, rubbed her eyes, and looked out the door, only to realize that it was the light in Mrs. Luqiao's room.
It's so late, madam hasn't slept yet? !
An Lan's expression was shocked, and then he became a little sober!
Didn't sleep just fine!
She was stunned for a moment, hesitated for a moment, and then walked towards Luqiao's room.
Luqiao was woken up by nightmares. In the middle of the night, she always dreamed of Liufeng. Liufeng didn't want her anymore. She also married another woman and gave birth to two children. When she met her on the street, she greeted her with a smile. Ma'am, long time no see, don't come here.