After Dressing Up As a Little Fulang

An Yun’s fever came on violently this time, but with the administration of bowls of rare medicinal materials, he recovered quickly.

Within three days, An Yun was almost healed.

However, this incident had depleted An Yun’s vitality, causing him to lose a bit more weight and making him feel light, as if a strong wind could blow him away.

“Fulang, you need to do things according to your ability in the future. If you have nothing to do, don’t engage in activities that are tiring and harmful to your body.” On this day, the old doctor took An Yun’s pulse and administered acupuncture to dredge his blood. Then he looked at him and said seriously.

An Yun felt a little embarrassed by the old doctor’s remarks and felt even more embarrassed thinking that he was in this state because of his rush to work that day.

Seeing how well-behaved An Yun was, the old doctor felt a bit of sympathy for him. He whispered a word of caution. “Fulang, please don’t think that I’m being talkative. It’s just that after entering this mansion, I naturally know that in this place, you can only last long if you stay healthy. Otherwise, if the fulang has been sick for a long time, it is not always possible to ask the masters in the mansion to open the warehouse and get medicine to save the patient. In that case, the fulang will be the one who suffers in the end.”

An Yun was stunned for a moment when he heard what the doctor said, not quite understanding its meaning. But after the doctor finished speaking, he didn’t plan to talk more. Instead, he took his medicine box and left with his apprentice.

An Yun watched the doctor leave. It wasn’t until Qing Yue came to check on him that he finally had someone to ask, “Miss Qing Yue, I have something to ask.”

Qing Yue looked at An Yun with a strange expression, but after hearing his question, she still spoke to him gently. “If you have any questions, fulang, you can ask directly.”

An Yun pursed his lips and then said, “In order to treat me this time, did this mansion waste a lot of good medicinal materials?”

Qing Yue was stunned when she heard this, but she quickly responded gently, “If it is for the fulang, it can’t be said to be a waste. It is legitimate for the fulang to use these medicines. But the fulang must take care of his own health in the future. Don’t get sick.”

An Yun listened and understood in his heart that what the doctor had said was true, and the only person who used those things to treat his illness was Zang Ya.

An Yun touched his face, as if he could still feel the pain from when Zang Ya had pinched him. He felt that although Young Master Zang had some quirks, he was a good person!

After complaining inwardly, An Yun quickly looked up at Qing Yue, smiled at her, and said, “Please, when you go back, thank Young Master Zang for me. Once I recover from my illness, I will come and thank him in person.”

An Yun didn’t notice that Qing Yue’s expression became uncomfortable for a moment when he mentioned Zang Ya.

After hearing his words, Qing Yue’s expression changed further, and she finally nodded, “Yes, I will bring the fulang’s greetings to the young master. I also hope that you will take good care of your health. I will go first, fulang, you can rest and recover.”

An Yun nodded toward her and then watched her leave.

Qing Yue left quickly and returned to where Zang Ya lived. She dismissed the little maid who was following her and went in alone to see him.

“Young master.”

Qing Yue called out, and then the person sitting on the couch put down the plaything in his hand and looked in her direction.

After receiving the signal from Zang Ya’s eyes, Qing Yue took a deep breath and said, “An Fulang’s illness has recovered, and we no longer need those precious medicinal materials.”

Hearing this, Zang Ya nodded slightly and said without any fluctuation in his tone, “I understand.”

Qing Yue could sense a bit of pity in his eyes.

An Yun’s health had not been good these days, and he often fell asleep after drinking medicine.

Then, their young master would go over to An Yun while he was sleeping, play with his face, and pinch him as if toying with him.

At this time, Zang Ya was usually accompanied only by Qing Yue, which made her feel very entangled. She always found it a bit strange to watch her young master’s behavior.

Especially when An Yun was about to wake up, the young master would leave, as if nothing had happened, and wouldn’t go near him even when An Yun was awake.

Qing Yue felt that her young master might be a little strange, but as a personal maid and the head of the maids in her young master’s yard, she knew her responsibilities and understood that no matter what happened to her young master, she could only watch silently.

As a result, Qing Yue could only watch helplessly, struggling internally but unable to say anything.

Zang Ya’s tone seemed to carry some disappointment, but his face did not show it, so Qing Yue couldn’t tell.

Not long after hearing Qing Yue’s report, Zang Ya sat in silence. After a while, he looked at Qing Yue and said, “Go get the horse out. I want to go to the hunting ground in the suburbs this afternoon. I haven’t seen Xiao Huang for a long time. It’s time to go see him.”

Hearing Zang Ya mention this name, Qing Yue’s body shook for a moment. She then lowered her head slightly and said gently, “Yes, I’ll go get it ready.”

Watching Qing Yue leave, Zang Ya glanced down again, gently twirling his fingers, and a look of disappointment appeared on his face.

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When An Yun fell ill, Qing Yue arranged for many people to come and take care of him.

After An Yun recovered, all these people were removed, leaving only a maid who served as a personal servant to ensure that An Yun would have someone to pass on messages to when he needed something.

An Yun felt that the maid who stayed behind was probably there to keep an eye on him and ensure that someone would know if he fell ill again before he became feverish to the point of losing consciousness.

After Qing Yue left, An Yun looked at the not-so-hot sun outside. After some thought, he asked the little maid who stayed behind to move the bamboo chair out with him. He wanted to go outside to enjoy the breeze and breathe in the fresh air.

An Yun had spent most of his time in the room these days, mostly in bed, which made him feel somewhat uncomfortable.

Although he couldn’t bask in the sun to avoid heatstroke, he could still feel the sunshine on the porch, which made him feel more at ease.

While An Yun and the little maid, Lu He, were moving things, they suddenly heard an exclamation from not far away, followed by a shocked voice, “Fulang, what are you doing?”

Soon, a small figure ran over and helped the two of them move the bamboo chair.

When the bamboo chair was moved to its location, An Yun saw clearly that the person coming was Xiao Cui. He told her the reason for moving the bamboo chair.

After hearing this, Xiao Cui had a strange look on her face. Finally, she hesitated for a moment, looked at An Yun, and said, “Fulang, I have something to tell you.” She then glanced at Lu He, who was standing nearby.

An Yun noticed Xiao Cui’s demeanor and realized she must have something important to discuss, so he directly asked Lu He to fetch some water.

After Lu He left, Xiao Cui looked at An Yun and said with some hesitation, “Fulang, the lip balm you made is very popular, and many people want it.”