The county horse is a medicine jar

It is not so easy to deceive Shen Qingwan, the fourth prince frowned calmly, and said seriously: "Wan'er, you and I both know that the General's Mansion is Shen'er's weakness, and this matter involves the General's Mansion I am afraid that even if it is you, Shen'er will not show any sympathy."

Shen Qingwan nodded thoughtfully when she heard this: "What does fourth brother mean by that?"

The fourth prince paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, and said with a worried expression: "I just think that this matter should be decided by Shen'er himself, we have no position to interfere, otherwise, if something goes wrong, Shen'er may feel resentful towards you and me .”

Speaking of this, the fourth prince's voice paused, and he said with a helpless smile: "I'm fine, Shen'er has always refused to trust me, and always suspected that I would be detrimental to General Lin and the General's Mansion, but Wan'er, you are different. What is your status in Shen'er's heart, just like the so-called deep love and deep hatred..."

Even if the Fourth Prince didn't continue, Shen Qingwan already understood what he meant.

Not to mention anything else, let's say that the fourth prince's worried appearance really looks like that. If Shen Qingwan hadn't known about his ulterior motives, she might have been deceived by him.

Shen Qingwan didn't show any abnormality on her face, she sighed softly: "I never thought, it turns out that the fourth brother's worries are all for me and Shen'er."

The two were talking, when suddenly there was a rush of footsteps outside the hall, and a man dressed as a servant fell to the outside of the hall, yelling anxiously: "Your Highness is not good, something big happened..."

Before the servant could finish speaking, the fourth prince raised his brows and interrupted with displeasure: "You dog slave, why are you so flustered? Didn't you see that there are distinguished guests in the house?"

The servant's face turned pale, and he leaned on the ground trembling. He raised his eyes and glanced at Shen Qingwan, who was aside, and quickly lowered his head, wanting to stop: "This slave deserves death, but... it's just an emergency, please Your Highness moved to the back house."

The fourth prince snorted coldly, and said with a flick of his sleeves, "There's no need to hide it, Wan'er is not an outsider, you're just telling the truth, what happened in the back house?"

The servant wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said tremblingly: "Your Majesty, the son has been studying in the study in the back house after lunch today, but for some reason, he suddenly vomited blood and fell to the ground and passed out."

The fourth prince's expression immediately changed: "What did you say? Ling'er vomited blood and passed out?"

The servant lowered his head and his eyes flickered: "I don't know what's wrong with the prince, so I hurried to invite the doctor, and I didn't dare to delay for a moment to report to His Highness."

The fourth prince turned his head to look at Shen Qingwan anxiously, hesitatingly said: "Wan'er, you happen to be at the mansion, so... I'm afraid I will trouble you to run with me."

"Fourth brother, don't panic."

Shen Qingwan nodded calmly, and said softly: "It's urgent, let's go to the back house to see what happened to Ling'er."

The fourth prince breathed a sigh of relief, and glared angrily at the servant kneeling on the ground: "What are you doing kneeling, why don't you hurry up and lead the way."

The servant got up hurriedly when he heard this, and led the way ahead with a terrified expression and sweating profusely, leading the fourth prince and Shen Qingwan to the back house of the palace in a hurry.

A group of three people walked to the courtyard where Shen Lingyu lived, and saw several servants and maids who had been kicked out, gathered in front of the courtyard door and whispered, their expressions were extremely frightened.

It wasn't until the fourth prince and Shen Qingwan appeared that they fell silent and hurriedly knelt down to salute. The fourth prince stepped into the courtyard with Shen Qingwan without even looking at them.

As soon as he entered the door, a middle-aged man dressed as a doctor and carrying a medicine box quickly greeted him. He covered his mouth and nose with a cloth scarf, and his expression was quite dignified.

As soon as the doctor approached, the fourth prince hurriedly raised his eyes to look at the closed door, and asked repeatedly: "Doctor Li, what's going on? What's wrong with Linger?"

Dr. Li sighed heavily, cupped his hands and said in a deep voice: "Your Highness, Caomin has just taken the pulse of the prince. His face is flushed and his body is hot. There are rashes on his shoulders and back. According to Caomin's diagnosis... the prince is afraid. It's smallpox."

The fourth prince trembled suddenly when he heard it, staggered a few steps and almost fell, but fortunately Shen Qingwan reached out to support him in time.

Shen Qingwan glanced at Dr. Li, then at the pale and anxious fourth prince, and whispered softly: "Fourth brother, why don't you let me go in and have a look."

The fourth prince took a deep breath and stood firm. He raised his hand to stop Shen Qingwan, with a few drops of cold sweat dripping from his forehead. He shook his head solemnly, looked directly into Shen Qingwan's eyes and said, "No , I remember that you have never been infected with smallpox, once you get close to Ling'er, I'm afraid it will hurt you."

After finishing speaking, the Fourth Prince looked at Doctor Li again, and asked in a deep voice: "Doctor Li, are you really sure that Ling'er has smallpox?"

Doctor Li nodded thoughtfully and said, "All the symptoms of the prince now are the same as the symptoms of the initial onset of smallpox. Caomin has been practicing medicine for more than [-] years, and he will never make a mistake."

Shen Qingwan frowned slightly, turned her head to the fourth prince and said, "Fourth brother, let me go in and have a look at Linger, I am Linger's aunt, if you don't let me take a look at him, I'm afraid I can't Rest assured."

The fourth prince was a little hesitant when he heard that, Doctor Li at the side persuaded him: "Although smallpox is contagious, if you just take a look from a distance, it will be fine."

The fourth prince had no choice but to agree, and he told Shen Qingwan in a deep voice: "Wan'er, I know you and Ling'er have always been close, and I can't bear to stop you anymore. You only need to take a look at me for a while, and I'll catch you." Send you back to the palace. Don't worry after you go back to the mansion, if there is anything unusual about Ling'er, I will notify you."

Dr. Li took the cloth towels soaked in wormwood water, handed them to Shen Qingwan and the fourth prince respectively, and brought them into the door together.

The doors and windows in the house were closed, and Shen Lingyu was lying on the bed dying. Just as Dr. Li said, his face was flushed and his breathing was short of breath, rashes had appeared on his face and neck, and he looked extremely weak.

Shen Qingwan stared quietly at Shen Lingyu's face from several distances away, just looking at it like this, Ling'er did seem to be infected with smallpox.

After staying in the house for a while, the fourth prince urged her to leave. Under such circumstances, Shen Qingwan couldn't stay for long, so she could only leave with the fourth prince.

It is not a trivial matter to be infected with smallpox. Smallpox is no different from the plague, especially in the capital.To avoid the spread of the disease, the fourth prince must seal off the mansion, not allowing anyone to enter or leave at will, and no gathering of more than three people, and every corner of the mansion must be burned with wormwood to infect it.

After the fourth prince ordered everything in an orderly manner, the entire palace was instantly covered with a chilly atmosphere, and no one dared to say another word.

Shen Qingwan had never been infected with smallpox, so the fourth prince used this as an excuse to send Shen Qingwan away in a hurry, and then sealed off the mansion.

As a result, Lin Sishen, who originally planned to bid farewell to the fourth prince after Mo Zhu had a good rest, had to stay here and couldn't find any excuse to get out.

Shen Lingyu lived on the north side of the mansion, far away from the West Wing where Lin Sishen lived, and the incident happened so suddenly that Lin Sishen didn't hear any news at first.

Lin Sishen, who had fallen asleep lying on the table at some point, was awakened by a loud noise all the time. The moment he woke up, the scroll in his hand suddenly fell to the ground, making a loud noise.

Mo Zhu, who was resting on the cloud couch, was also woken up. When she opened her eyes, she saw Lin Sishen curled up in pain.

"Son."

Mo Zhu's complexion changed, and he hurriedly got up to check Lin Sishen's situation. Lin Sishen's pulse was extremely disordered, his breathing became more and more rapid, his pretty face was so pale that there was no trace of blood, as if he was enduring some great pain.

Mo Zhu touched her wrist and asked anxiously: "My lord, what's wrong with you?"

Lin Sishen's headache was about to split, she closed her eyes tightly and panted heavily, and managed to force a sentence out of her mouth: "I...for some reason, my whole body feels tight."

"It's okay, young master, this servant will take you back to the manor."

Mo Zhu put his arms around Lin Sishen halfway, helped her up and walked towards the door, but just as he reached the door, there was a knock on the door, and a hunched figure was reflected on the door.

Mo Zhu stared at the figure on the door, and asked vigilantly, "Who is here?"

There was silence outside the door for a long while, and then there was a low-pitched laughter, which was a bit harsh: "The old man is ordered by His Highness to come and deliver medicine to Lord Lin."

Mo Zhu tilted his head and glanced at Lin Sishen, gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand to open the door. Standing outside the door was the old witch doctor who was dressed in a strange way. He was holding an oil lamp in one hand and a porcelain bottle in the other. When he saw Mo Zhu , then grinned: "Miss, where are you taking Mrs. Lin?"

Mo Zhu opened his lips with a cold face and spat out two words: "Go home."

The witch doctor glanced at Mo Zhu, and his eyes quickly fell on Lin Sishen: "As far as I know, Lord Lin and this girl may not be able to go anywhere these days."

The witch doctor glanced at Mo Zhu's icy face, and then his eyes fell on Lin Sishen: "Where are you taking Master Lin?"

Mo Zhu's tone was cold and emotionless: "Go back home."

The witch doctor didn't care about it, and tremblingly took out the fire pocket, and lit the oil lamp in his hand: "As far as I know, the girl and Mr. Lin may not be able to go anywhere these days?"

Mo Zhu raised his eyebrows, watching the witch doctor light the oil lamp, he suddenly felt something was wrong: "What do you mean by that? Could it be that the fourth prince still wants to force my young master to stay?"

After the words were finished, Mo Zhu raised his hand and flicked his sleeves, the oil lamp that had just been lit was extinguished immediately, and a puff of faint smoke rushed towards Lin Sishen.

The witch doctor shook his head, his posture was rather humble: "I don't mean that, and His Highness naturally wouldn't do it like that, but now something happened in the house, just in case, the girl still leads Mrs. Lin to stay in the house For good."

Of course Mo Zhu didn't believe it, she sneered and asked back: "Then I would like to ask, what happened in this mansion to stop us from leaving?"

The chief witch doctor sighed, and said quietly: "My son unfortunately contracted smallpox. From now on, no one is allowed to enter or leave the house without the order of the fourth prince, including the young lady and Master Lin."

Mo Zhu was caught off guard by the news: "You..."

"Black bamboo."

Lin Sishen's slightly hoarse and trembling voice suddenly rang in his ears. Mo Zhu followed the sound, but saw that Lin Sishen, who had been closing her eyes tightly and suffering from pain, had quietly opened them. She was staring straight at the oil lamp in the witch doctor's hand. There was a strange sense of urgency.

"Let the old gentleman light the lamp."