nycdaug Chapter 228 Please
Chapter 228 Please
The next morning.
When Lin Jiaojiao woke up, the person beside the bed had disappeared.
"elder brother?"
She propped up her upper body, looked around the room but didn't see anyone calling for help, so she lay back down.
Lan Ling heard the noise and pushed the door open with a basin of water in her hand and walked into the room. She glanced at the bed and saw someone still lying on it, so she smiled helplessly.
"Miss, you're up. Are you hungry?"
When Lin Jiaojiao heard someone pushing the door open, she turned her head and saw that it was Lan Ling who came in. She then looked around the room carefully.
It’s strange. Last night her brother hugged her and pressed her on his bed. She fell asleep holding him. Didn’t she sleep in her brother’s room?
Why are you back in this room again?
She couldn't figure it out so she just stopped thinking about it. When she heard Lan Ling's question, she happened to be hungry.
"I'm hungry, Auntie, I want to eat a hamburger."
I didn’t get to eat the burger I was craving for yesterday, but I haven’t forgotten it yet. I won’t give up until I have it.
Lan Ling put the basin down, then clapped her hands, signaling the servant waiting outside that it was time to serve the food. She then came to the bedside and began to help the person who had already sat up to get dressed.
After she put on her clothes, Lan Ling led her to the dressing table, first helped her wash her face with a towel, and then brought a teacup filled with turbid liquid.
"Miss, hold it in your mouth after drinking it. Do not swallow it. Hold it in your mouth for a while and then spit it out."
She took the cup and stared at the liquid inside. Is this mouthwash? This color is not pretty at all. The pink one at home is better.
She held the water in the cup in her mouth with disgust, then spat it into the basin handed to her by Lan Ling. Finally, she was handed a glass of clean water and rinsed her mouth.
After completing this process, Lan Ling stood behind her with a comb to help her comb the thick hair on the back of her head. Because of the wound on her head, she couldn't tie her hair up and had to leave it loose.
Lin Jiaojiao, who was sitting in front of the mirror, cupped her hands to cover her mouth and nose and blew out a breath. It was a faint scent of tea leaves, but it was not the smell she liked.
She quickly asked the person behind her, "Auntie, Jiaojiao wants this mouthwash with peach flavor."
Lan Ling was tidying up the tangled hair near her wound. She had seen the wound last night, but the light was dim and she couldn't see it clearly as she did now.
Seeing it again now, she still couldn't help but be shocked. She was just stupid to survive with this wound. She was really lucky.
After she had tidied up the black hair near the wound, she picked up the ointment that her master had brought this morning. She knew that this ointment had the effect of promoting tissue regeneration and healing without leaving scars, and it was priceless. She didn't expect that she would give the entire bottle to the person in front of her.
Looking at the person in the mirror who was playing with things on the dressing table with an innocent look on her face, although she couldn't understand what she was saying, her voice became unconsciously much gentler.
"I don't know if there is one, I will go look for it when the time comes."
"Yeah, ok, thank you, Auntie. By the way, where is my brother?"
"The master is out doing something. Miss Slave is going to clean your wound and apply medicine to it. It may be painful."
"Ok."
When Lin Jiaojiao heard that someone was going out without her, she lowered her head and played with the hairpin in her hand with a bit of disappointment.
Lan Ling picked up a handkerchief, dipped it in alcohol, and then carefully wiped the wound. Maybe because the wound was scabbed, Lin Jiaojiao didn't feel much pain.
However, Lan Ling didn't know when the wound was inflicted. If she knew that it was just a few days ago, she would be shocked. Now the wound seemed to have been there for half a month.
After she applied the medicine, Lin Jiaojiao didn't feel anything except a slight coolness and itchiness on her scalp.
"Miss, come and have breakfast."
Lin Jiaojiao stood up and walked to the dining table, then she widened her eyes. The table was full of food, and she felt like she was at a banquet.
"Auntie, I can't finish this much."
Lan Ling moved the chair away and led her to sit down, then picked up the bowl and scooped a bowl of nourishing black chicken medicinal soup for her and placed it in front of her.
"The master said that you don't have to eat the other food, but you must drink a bowl of this soup."
She picked up the soup spoon, scooped a spoonful and blew on it, then brought it to her lips and took a sip. Suddenly, her pale and handsome face wrinkled.
"so bitter."
Lan Ling comforted and coaxed: "Good medicine tastes bitter, Miss, only if you drink it can your wound heal faster."
Then he took out a fruit leather wrapped in oil paper, peeled off the oil paper and put it in her mouth, and she ate it in one bite.
It tasted sour and sweet, which immediately washed away the bitterness in my mouth and was also very appetizing. I then picked up the chopsticks and picked up a piece of roasted pigeon to eat.
Lan Ling was serving on the side. Seeing that no one was taking a sip of the soup in the bowl, she sighed and hurriedly tried to persuade them.
"Miss, if you don't drink the medicine now, it will become even more bitter when it gets cold."
Lin Jiaojiao's mouth was full of oil. When she heard that she had to drink the bitter medicine, she pouted and said unhappily.
"Auntie, Jiaojiao doesn't want to drink it, it's too bitter, how about you just pretend I drank it? Please..."
Lan Ling looked at the man in front of her with his hands clasped together in front of his chest, and pleaded with aggrieved and pitiful eyes.
If she hadn't helped her undress and wash her body last night, she would have suspected that the man in front of her was a man. Which girl could do such adorable moves so easily?
She had no choice but to continue coaxing him patiently: "My dear lady, the master said that if you don't drink, he won't come back tonight."
"???"
She immediately put down her hands and stomped her feet unhappily. How could her brother do this!
She felt that she was not feeling unwell and did not need to take any medicine.
She begged several more times, and the man standing there, though kind and amiable, was ruthless and indifferent to her coquetry.
She had no choice but to pick up the bowl of medicine soup with a resentful look on her face. It was no longer hot and the temperature was just right.
She first looked up at Lan Ling and made a final plea, but Lan Ling just gave her an encouraging look. She had no choice but to turn her gaze back to the medicine in her hand and swallowed.
Finally, he put it in his mouth and drank it in one gulp. After drinking it, he stuck out his tongue and shouted for candy.
Lan Ling handed her the fruit leather that she had prepared long ago. She stuffed it directly into her mouth and chewed it quickly, which made her feel better.
...
In a house on the outskirts of Qingzhou.
Qi Yao wore a mask, crossed his legs, and sat leaning back in a chair. He turned the ring on his right thumb with his left hand, and looked expressionlessly at the people kneeling on the ground in the yard who were being tortured, and who were crying and begging for mercy.
Lan Qi stood nearby and didn't dare to breathe. He didn't expect that he would not be punished. But he didn't dare to relax, lest he attract the attention of the King of Hell.
Lan Jiu walked in from the main gate, came to the superior without looking around, leaned over and whispered in his ear.
"Master, the young lady insisted on going out. Now she is crying and making a fuss in the house. Aunt Ling can't do anything. Master, what do you think?"
Qi Yao couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth when he listened. It was such a pity that he couldn't see Lin Jiaojiao's crying now.
But he could imagine that the scene would definitely be interesting.
"Well, send someone to follow closely."