Chapter 87: you saved me
When Nan Jun woke up, a bowl of hot medicine was handed over on time.
"Lianqing, I have to thank you."
Nan Jun subconsciously reached out to take the medicine bowl, but the man didn't stop him, which surprised Nan Jun a bit.
Didn't he have to feed her himself in the past?
The man took the empty bowl from Nan Jun and put it aside, boldly approaching Nan Jun's side.
The too clear breathing made Nan Jun couldn't help shrinking back, only felt that Lianqing was a little different today.
"Sister Ba...Jun still remember Lian Qing?"
Nan Jun was startled, and suddenly frowned.
"Lianqing, your voice... why is it a little different?"
There was still a familiar smell of medicine on him, but the child's tone seemed to have changed.
The corners of Lian Qing's mouth curled up, he stroked his throat lightly, and then said: "Sister Jie, why can't you hear Lian Qing's voice?"
"No... no, it's just you..."
Nan Jun wanted to say that apart from the same smell of medicine on her body, she felt that this "Lianqing" was not at all the same as the "Lianqing" a few days ago.
"Sister Jun has a severe poison in her body, and she is still a little confused now. But there is no need for Sister Jun to worry. In a few days, Sister Jun will recover."
The "Lianqing" who has obviously become more delicate and sticky makes Nan Jun very puzzled, this child seems to have suddenly become clingy.
Although he was not used to him being so close to him, Nan Jun felt very familiar with the voice of "Sister Jun", as if a little man should call her like that.
Nan Jun was in a good mood when he called out "Sister Jun", the corners of his mouth curled up, his face was full of joy.
A gleam flashed in Lian Qing's eyes, his arms were raised slightly, his wide sleeves were shaking at the tip of his nose, and the familiar smell of medicine became stronger.
Qiao Yun, Qiao Yun, you really are my lucky star.
When I become the Eighth Prince, I will not "treat" you badly...
Fearing that Nan Jun would suspect her, Lian Qing decided to restrain herself a bit, and let her accept her true self in the future.
It was extremely quiet outside, only the breathing of the person in front of him could be heard.
"Is it night?"
Nan Jun suddenly opened his mouth, breaking the tranquility.
Lian Qing withdrew her gaze from Nan Jun's face, blushed and nodded, thinking that she couldn't see her, she felt relieved and replied, "Yes."
"Lianqing has been busy all day, so take a rest earlier!"
Nan Jun's tone was rare and gentle, and Lian Qing was immersed in it, unable to extricate himself.
Thinking of how Nanjun and Qiao Yun have been getting along like this for the past few months, Lian Qing's heart ached, wishing that Qiao Yun would disappear from this world forever.
Qiao Yun, Qiao Yun, why are you so lucky?
As the son of everyone in Beijing, he thinks that his looks are not inferior to Qiao Yun's.
But Qiao Yun's mother is a close and important minister of the emperor, she is a first-rank general and enjoys the prince's salary.
But my mother is only a fourth-rank deputy envoy of the General Political Department, so that every time she stands with Qiao Yun, everyone will laugh at him for being overconfident, and the son of a fourth-rank official dares to have the same pronunciation as the eldest son of the general's family .
As everyone knows, when his father named him Lian Qing, Qiao Yun didn't have a name yet.
Obviously, it was his Qiao Yun's name that collided with his Lian Qing's name!
Why did everyone think it was Lian Qing's fault?
Lian Qing had "befriended" Qiao Yun since he was a child, and together with him, he studied under a master in the hidden world, but the master was also partial, and he only taught Qiao Yun everything, but only made him keep planting herbs.
Obviously it was His Highness the Eighth Prince who he fell in love with first, but Qiao Yun told him on Jiji's day that he, Qiao Yun, would not marry unless he was a Nanjun in this life.
Qiao Yun, Qiao Yun, why do you insist on arguing with me everywhere?
If Lian Qing hadn't gone out to search for medicinal materials, and happened to meet the guards of the General's Mansion looking for the master, then he probably would never have had such a chance to be with His Highness the Eighth Prince in this life!
Knowing Nanjun's illness from the guard, based on the prescription Qiao Yun left and Lian Qing's experience in growing medicinal materials over the years, Lian Qing thought that he would take good care of her until she recovered.
Lian Qing withdrew her thoughts, raised her hand to pull the quilt on Nan Jun's body.
Imitating Qiao Yun's usual way of speaking, he said: "Today's medicine is a bit heavy. I'm afraid that my sister will have a fever at night, so Lian Qing has to stay here."
Nan Jun frowned slightly, and savored the smell of medicine that was still in his mouth, but found no difference from before.
"I'm fine. If it's really hot at night, I'll call you loudly. Why do you suffer here for nothing? Go and rest!"
Nan Jun refused in disapproval, now that she can move freely except that she can't see, the job of night watch does not need to fall on a man.
Seeing that Nan Jun couldn't be held back, Lian Qing reluctantly stood up, tucked up the quilt for Nan Jun, blew out the candles and walked out slowly.
The air was filled with the smell of burning candle oil, Nan Jun frowned slightly, there was indeed something wrong with Lianqing today.
Because Nan Jun couldn't see, Qiao Yun was afraid that she would have something to do at night, so he would always keep a light on for her, just so that he could see her at a glance when he was outside.
But today the sound of him blowing out the candles reached her ears, even though it was very soft, it was still puzzling.
For some reason, the familiar fragrance of the medicine has been lingering in Nan Jun's nose, but she has been unable to fall asleep for a long time.
Until the night of the third day, Lian Qing gave Nan Jun the last dose of medicine.
"This is the last dose of medicine, sister Jie will be able to open her eyes again tomorrow morning."
Lian Qing's tone was three points excited, four points nervous, and three points expectant.
Nan Jun also hooked his lips into a smile, and said in Lian Qing's direction: "Thank you for your pity..."
That night, Nan Jun slept soundly, and a fairy in white appeared in his dream. He called himself Mengxian.
Mengxian with a bad complexion came and left in a hurry. He didn't have time to explain why he came late. He just told her roughly what happened before "Nanjun" and told her to take good care of the rescuer. Her man, everything will be resolved, there is nothing else.
"Hey...you haven't recovered my memory yet!"
Nanjun's voice has been echoing in Bai Mengmeng's dream, and only boundless silence responds to her.
"Are the current gods so irresponsible? Could it be that this confused little fairy fed her the wrong Mengpo soup!"
Nan Jun curled his lips helplessly, but there was nothing he could do.
Thinking of that little fairy's complexion, Nan Jun couldn't help worrying about him.
This little fairy will not be punished by the leader for not doing her job properly, right?
Work? lead?
Before Nan Jun could figure out these unfamiliar words, he was awakened by a burst of coldness in his brows and eyes.
I closed my eyes hard, and the white light outside hurt my eyes even through the eyelids.
Slowly raising his hands to cover his eyebrows and eyes, Nan Jun slowly adapted to the sudden light.
The pretty face in front of him became more and more clear, and Nan Jun stared blankly.
Unconsciously, his fingers caressed the red flower tinsel adorning the man's forehead, and Nan Jun asked softly, "It was you... who saved me?"