Chapter 2381

"Call Jinlan over here." Feng Shaojin put the porcelain bottle back on the low cabinet by the bed, took off his shoes and soaked his feet in warm water.

Seeing this, Gu Wei had no choice but to call Mo Jinlan.

Mo Jinlan didn't understand, so: "It's so late, do you need me urgently?"

Gu Wei shook his head, "You will know when you go."

Mo Jinlan put on a cloak and followed Gu Wei to Feng Shaojin's bedroom.

The room is warm, but a bit deserted. There is a white porcelain bottle on the desk, and the plum blossoms in the bottle have already bloomed.

Mo Jinlan thought that tomorrow, he would fold a few flower branches again to replace these withered plum blossoms.

Mo Jinlan stood in front of Feng Shaojin, looked at his bandaged arm, and asked with concern, "Is the wound better?"

Feng Shaojin didn't answer her, grabbed the porcelain bottle on the low table, and asked, "You gave it to me?"

Mo Jinlan: "..."

Mo Jinlan shook his head: "No."

As she said that, she took out her purse and took out two identical small porcelain bottles from it, "Mine are here, they are chilblain ointment and horse oil, they were given to me by Ling Wei before she left."

The indifference between Feng Shaojin's brows and eyes was instantly replaced by warmth, and the corners of his pretty lips were slowly raised: "So, Ling Wei left these two bottles of plaster for me?"

It was rare for Gu Wei to see the young marshal smiling happily, he was in a good mood, and he nodded: "It should be."

The smile between Feng Shaojin's eyebrows became more cheerful.

He opened the bottle cap, dug out a small piece of horse oil, and applied it on the cracked and bleeding fingertips, "It's rare that she has a heart."

It seems that she still cares about him more or less, Feng Shaojin thought happily.

Mo Jinlan said: "Before leaving, Ling Wei also packed two large jars of chilblain ointment and horse oil, and handed them over to the patients who came to see her."

Feng Shaojin: "..."

It turned out that it was not specially made for him.

But something is better than nothing, Feng Shaojin waved to Mo Jinlan: "I see, you go back and rest."

Mo Jinlan glanced at Gu Wei, wanted to say something, pursed his lips, and left without saying anything.

Feng Shaojin stuffed two small porcelain bottles into the pillow, sniffed the unique faint medicinal scent of Mo Lingwei that was still left in the bedding, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

On the second day, the servant went upstairs again with food, "Young Madam, this old servant made bird's nest porridge."

A low cough came from the bedroom, "Don't eat, take it away."

maid:"......"

Xiu'er lay on the edge of the bed, touched her forehead: "Auntie, are you sick?"

"Auntie is just too tired and wants to rest more." Mo Lingwei's face was as pale as paper, and she stroked Xiu'er's cheek: "Xiu'er, can you read and write by yourself these days, aunt can't accompany you is you."

Xiu'er nodded, and said intermittently, "Auntie, hurry up, get better."

He still wanted to say something, but when the words came to his mouth, his tongue seemed to be knotted, his little face was flushed red, but he couldn't express it.

Mo Lingwei clenched his little hand: "Don't worry, aunt knows what you want to say to aunt, you have always been a good boy, and you didn't let aunt bother you.

After breakfast, go to the study to read. After reading a book, we Xiu'er can say whatever we want. "

Xiu'er tucked the corners of the quilt like Mo Lingwei covered him with the quilt, and left the bedroom.

Mo Lingwei didn't get up all day, Xiu'er brought warm water and milk for her to drink, and poured warm water for her to wash her face and hands.

At such a young age, she can actually take care of others, Mo Lingwei is very touched...

Seeing that Mo Lingwei was lying on the bed all day, not even going downstairs, the servant was in a hurry, so he had to tell the guards about it...