The fourth master of the Qing Dynasty escaped from his concubine

Muqiao Garden.

Roland lay on the bed with pain all over, his body was as hot as a charcoal stove, burning the quilt, and his mouth was dry and hot.

Does she have a fever?

When I moved sideways, my lumbar spine hurt as if it had been cracked, "Uh-huh -".

A warm, wet handkerchief rolled down from his forehead.

Jin Ling picked up the veil. It was as hot as fire. He didn't know how much he had suffered.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

With his eyes closed, Lanlan could only vaguely judge that it was Jin Ling's voice. He exhaled hot breath and said weakly: "I seem to be seriously ill, and I'm going to burn."

Jin Ling comforted him: "Master, don't worry, I've asked Doctor Ning to take a look at it, and the medicine is already being cooked."

"Hey..." Jin Ling sighed. During the consultation, Dr. Liu said that the master's wind and cold were coming fiercely, and his internal organs felt like they were being roasted on a raging fire.

To put it bluntly, if the fever cannot be brought down, it will probably dry out over time.

While she was worried, Jin Ling thought of her miserable sister. When she left, her lips were as dry as withered petals and her whole body was as hot as a soldering iron.

"You go find a jar of wine to help me cool down."

A fever like this that burns to the point where the whole body aches is rotten and rotten. She was not spared when the new coronavirus was opened to everyone, and she was burned to a temperature of [-] degrees Celsius.

The soreness all over my body was so refreshing, it was no different from now.

It is estimated that she is now forty if not 39. Is she going to have two Yang?
This is ancient times. If you have a high fever, you will burn into a fool. You must cool down as soon as possible!

liqueur?
This was a good idea, so Jin Ling responded: "Yes, I will go right away."

The footsteps hurried away.

On New Year's Eve when she was six years old, she held her sister in her arms and knelt in front of a wealthy family's house in the heavy snow.

People say: Zhumen smells of wine and meat.

At that time, what was on her knees was a bottle of strong wine, which the young master of the host family rewarded for showing pity to her.

The porcelain pieces that hit the ground dug into her knees, causing bone-piercing pain. The wine on the ground was warm.

The blood melted into the hot wine. She endured the pain and wiped the blood wine on her sister's body. The young master in brocade clothes in front of the red door coughed and laughed non-stop.

He said it was a red-faced ghost doll.

She touched her sister's forehead. It was no longer so hot. With tears in her eyes, she kowtowed three times to the young master gratefully.

The drop in temperature does not mean that the fever has gone away, but that the person has lost his breath.

She just held a piece of ice in her warm arms...

Old Liu, who was in charge of the kitchen, ordered a bottle of extremely strong aged sand sculpture, and Jin Ling hurriedly took a short walk.

"What are you holding in your arms?" Fourth Master heard hurried footsteps as he walked on the other side of the corridor.

"Back to Mr. Beile, it's strong wine." Jinling Fushen bowed and replied.

Fourth Master pointed to the room and asked, "Does she want to drink?"

"Go back to Mr. Beile, this is a folk way of cooling down the body temperature. My master said that I should use it to rub the body to reduce the fever." Jin Ling replied.

He had only been gone for less than two days and he fell ill. What do these dog slaves do for food? ?

"She is sick, how do you take care of her, and you are just telling me now!" Fourth Master angrily scolded her.

As soon as the anger came, Jin Ling knelt down like a reflex, "You deserve to die, Lord Baylor, please forgive me!"

Then he added weakly, "It's just... I have sent a message to Baylor's Mansion." Didn't you see it?

Ok?
It seems like this is happening!
Damn Liang Jiugong, he burned when he was told, he was such a good slave who obeyed orders!
Fourth Master guiltily crossed the threshold and hurried towards where the curtain moved. Jin Ling followed closely behind him.

He opened the curtain and touched his sore and hot forehead with his hand, "Well, why is it so hot?"

The scolding voice shot towards Jinling as quickly as an arrow, and she replied: "The doctor has already diagnosed it, it's wind-cold..."

"It's so cool...big ice cubes..." His rotten hand grabbed Yinzhen's palm and sighed comfortably.

Yinzhen was flattered and held her other hand up, feeling the scalding temperature. She wished it could turn into a block of ice and dispel the heat in her body.

"Where's the medicine? Is it ready?"

"Not yet, I will go and take a look." Jin Ling said, "This wine can be used to drive away the heat. Can you please wipe your master's body?"

This Jinling is so brave that he actually dares to force Lord Beile, a rich man, to condescend to rub his body for a woman?Besides, there is no shortage of slaves in this wooden garden!
Fuchaxi on the side glared at Jinling angrily, almost as if he wanted to kill her.

When Fu Chaxi was about to draw his sword, the Fourth Master relented and said, "Fu Chaxi, go out and close the door!"

Are you really just giving in now?Jin Ling had already seen through her father. He was already furious and anxious when he heard that Lan Lan was getting hot. He should have given in by then.

When did Lord Beile become so... at the mercy of others?

Obviously there was so much noise that night that we almost didn't see each other for the rest of our lives, and when people got sick, they would run in eagerly.

Fuchaxi: "???"

Shouldn't Jinling be taken down at this time and kicked out?

Jinling opened the wine jar, and the rich aroma of wine came out. It was indeed good wine! !Great for cooling down!

"Sir." Jin Ling handed it over, then gave Fu Chaxi a hard look: "Get out of here!"
Fu Chaxi reluctantly followed Jin Ling out of the door, closed the door, and accused Jin Ling: "How can your master commit such a crime and ask the fourth master to condescend to wipe her body!!"

"Fourth Master is happy!" Jin Ling replied confidently, turned around and ran to the pharmacy.

Fourth Master is happy?

Fuchaxi thought about it, and it seemed that it was the case. The Fourth Master didn't refuse, and he became furious when he learned that the person inside was sick.

When you scold Jin Ling, you feel sorry for the person on the bed. If you don't punish Jin Ling for his crime, you also feel sorry for the person on the bed.

Whether he succeeds or fails, the fourth master is still capable of that sickly beauty!
Woman, you are a winner wherever you lie down!

Just thinking about it, Fu Chaxi stood guarding the door resignedly.

Inside the house, the curtains fluttered.

The alcohol evaporated, and a cold feeling spread all over her rotten body. The soreness was relieved, and she made a coquettish "Hmm~" sound in comfort, which scared the Fourth Master.

"Jinling, I want to drink water." Lanlan licked his dry lips, his mind still feeling dizzy and not clear.

Jinling?

I was so good, maybe I was confused because of the fever?
It's better to wake up early and see who is working hard and taking the trouble to serve you!

Forget it, the sickly beauty is lovable, so the fourth master once again surrendered to the sickly beauty, stood up, poured a cup of tea, picked her up, and fed her.

Chatting, it seemed she was still dry, and she said again: "Jinling, I want another drink."

Are you addicted to treating him like a slave?

The fourth master complained a little in his heart, but he did not hesitate in his actions. He stood up and poured another cup of tea, supported her and fed her again.

Then he took out the handkerchief and wiped the tea stains from the corner of her mouth gently and carefully, as if wiping a rare treasure.

He picked up the faded clothes and put them on her one by one. Even if he held up a lantern, he couldn't find a prince who condescended for women like him, right?
After buttoning the button, the fourth master unconsciously put his hand on his rotten chest, and the other hand on his own chest. At the agitated position, they both had a wax-sealed scar.

Feeling a little tightness in her chest, she squinted her eyes and said to the blurry person in front of her: "Isn't this good? Jin Ling! Take advantage of my illness to take advantage of me." "Female hooligan!!" She curled her lips and smashed the claws on her chest. Push away.

There was another soreness in her body, and she frowned twistedly.

As if she was infected, Fourth Master frowned for a while, covered her with a quilt, and walked out without looking back.

The door was kicked from the inside. Fuchaxi was startled and hurriedly opened the door!

"Master, what are your orders?" He lowered his head and asked.

Yinzhen asked with a temper: "Where's the medicine? Why did it take so long?"

You should ask Jinling about this!Ask him about a gatekeeper, how do you want him to answer?

Are you asking him to conjure a bowl of medicine out of thin air?

Fuchaxi saw the fourth master looking longingly in the direction of the pharmacy, and quickly headed there, saying, "I'll go take a look, this slave."

Fourth Master glanced at him and said, "Use Qinggong!"

What?
Just walking on foot would be too...overkill, right?
Not allowing Fuchaxi to refute, Yinzhen kicked him on the butt, "Go away, what are you doing if you are so stupid!"

"Hey, I'll go right away."

Even if I have to carry it, I still have to carry that bowl of medicine back to you!
In just a blink of an eye, Fu Chaxi disappeared. The fourth master stood at the door and waited for another blink of an eye when Fu Chaxi rushed back with a medicine jar.

Holding the handle and handing the medicine jar over, he said: "Master, I got it!"

If possible, Jinling, who was sweating profusely after chasing Fuchaxi with a bowl and spoon, really wanted to cut him into pieces with his eyes and smash him with a bowl!

He really figured out how to use Qinggong to deliver medicine! !

"Come on." The Fourth Master didn't have time to pay attention to how funny Fu Chaxi's movements on the head were, as long as he got the medicine.

After all...he can figure out how to use Qinggong to obtain medicine, so what else can't he accept?
Since Fourth Master has given the order, we should settle the accounts later!

Jin Ling was very sensible and handed over the filled medicine. The fourth master frowned and took it.

Was it delivered by mistake?It’s not like Fourth Master is sick! !At this time, Fuchaxi was still confused about the fourth master, and in turn blamed Jinling.

"Go and find some sweet cakes and dates." Fourth Master told Jin Ling, and walked in the door with the black and smelly medicine.

So delicate?

It is true that this is the fourth master who handles important matters carefully, but how is serving a woman such a big deal? ?Fuchaxi was confused about Fourth Master.

It could be seen in Sanzhuang before that the fourth master treated the woman very differently. First he wore the same clothes, wearing royal cloth, and then he walked with her. Even the wife had to stand behind her husband.

This kind of relationship is like treating... a peer, a good friend, but at that time she had a certain identity. She was a man. Can a man be on an equal footing with Fourth Master?

He is a pure man. He has everything a man should have, and he doesn't have any extra things that a man doesn't have. He has no flaws at all. Why can't he go with Lord Belle? ?

Fuchaxi couldn't understand the difference between a man and a woman.

……

inside the house.

Touching his rotten forehead, Fourth Master frowned. It was still very hot and he had to drink the medicine quickly.

"It stinks! Get away." The man in his sleep waved his hands and drummed.

There was nothing she could do, good medicine was bitter, and Fourth Master was helpless and could not satisfy her small request.

Lifting the person up, Fourth Master took a small sip from the spoon, blew it gently, and then without hesitation extended the black spoonful to the rotten little mouth.

"Hmm~press"

What does it taste like?That smell of sewer?
A wave of nausea came over me, and I couldn't control it, and the black medicine rolled out.

Yinzhen saw that the man was frowning and was very displeased. He patiently wiped the spit out potion, took another spoonful, blew lightly, and sent it in.

I saw Qian Lanlan's throat moving...well, and without any mercy, she vomited it out.

Resisting the urge to press Qian Lanlan's mouth, Yinzhen used the handkerchief to clean up the mess again.

The spoon stirred the medicine in the bowl, and Yinzhen took another spoonful, hesitating whether to fight against repeated defeats or to think of another way.

After thinking about it, if I keep vomiting this bowl of medicine, why do I need to feed it?

If you work hard and persist, the result is destined to fail, then try a simple and crude method!
Because of repeated defeats and battles, the more we fight, the more frustrated we become!

After figuring it out, Fourth Master used a spoon to stir the potion to an acceptable temperature. He poured the potion into his mouth in one breath, leaned down and blocked his rotten mouth, and injected the potion into it like an injection of potion.

The man on the bed rolled his sore body and finally gave in. He drank the potion like it was scooped up from a smelly ditch.

Uh-huh, that’s too forced, stinks! !

After letting go of his mouth, Lanlan got his own breath, "Cough cough, cough cough..." curled his lips.

The potion didn't leak even a drop!

Major military and national affairs are not a problem, and small things like feeding medicine are naturally not a problem for Yinzhen!
At this time, Jin Ling came in with sweet cakes and dates, "Sir, we have brought the dates and cakes."

Yinzhen glanced at the person on the bed. It was already difficult to drink medicine. Isn't it even more difficult to eat?

Patients are so difficult to take care of!
"Get out and bring me a bowl of sugar water."

"Yes."

Lord, you are so thoughtful!

A bowl of sugar water was quickly presented. Yinzhen picked up the bowl and took a sip. It was so sweet that he was still asleep. How greasy would it be to drink it?

After thinking about it, he ordered: "Add more water. It's too sweet. She will get tired of it after drinking it."

Maybe the master likes to drink something sweeter?You are too far-sighted and think too far ahead.

Jin Ling still agreed, "Yes."

After a while, Jin Ling came again and presented sugar water, "Master."

Yinzhen tried it again and shook his head, "It's too bland and can't get rid of the bitter taste."

Your uncle has so many demands! !

Jin Ling felt helpless in his heart and decided to get another bowl. Is it sweeter or lighter this time?
"Wait, leave the bowl and find the sugar,"

That relationship is good, if it's too sweet, it's your business, if it's too sweet, it has nothing to do with her, Jinling!
When the sugar was brought up, Fourth Master added some as appropriate, tasted it again, stirred it, and tasted it... It seemed that it was not enough, so he carefully added a little more, stirred it, and tasted it...

……

Jin Ling was stunned, this is... the upper body of a cook?Thank God, Lord Baylor has just been kind enough to take over the great task of adding sugar.

Otherwise, she would still be running around for a small bowl of sugar water!

After a while, Fourth Master was finally satisfied with the taste. He took a gulp of it into his mouth and leaned down.

……

Don't look at anything inappropriate, Jin Ling turned his head silently.

Ha, the weather is getting colder, so today I wrote a warm chapter. I hope everyone has a warm fourth master by their side.
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