"Let's go." Fu Ciyi ordered.
The master and servant set off with a group of five people.
In order to prevent the heavy rain from coming, the top of the carriage was covered with a rainproof cloth and several umbrellas were prepared.
Thinking that it would not be easy to enter the Duke's Mansion, Fu Ciyi ordered Fu Jiang to get two sets of dry clothes.
Fu Jiang was quick with his hands and feet. He put the two sets of clothes into the car cabinet and put a layer of soft cushions on the soft couch to make his master sit more comfortably.
The wind was strong and there were very few people on the road.
The car traveled smoothly and arrived outside the Duke's Mansion as quickly as possible.
A carriage suddenly stopped on the empty road outside the house. Due to the strong wind, the concierge had to squint and saw a handsome man being helped out of the carriage.
I was sighing that there were even more handsome men in the world than my second young master and Prince Chi.
Suddenly he saw the nameplate with the word "Fu" hanging on the car, which made him feel shocked.
The second young master once told the Fu family not to enter the mansion.
He quickly brought his servants forward to stop him: "Everyone, please come back!"
Fu Jiang cupped his fists and saluted: "Please be accommodating. My young master is injured and should not stand for a long time."
The concierge said: "If you are injured, you should go back. It's not that I won't let you in, but the second young master has an order."
Fu Hu pulled Fu Jiang away and said in a rough voice: " Regardless of the fact that my lord and my lord Yan are colleagues in the Hanlin Academy, it doesn’t make sense that your second lady was ordered by the emperor to treat my lord instead of going to the Fu Mansion.
"This..."
The concierge was in a dilemma.
"Everyone, wait a moment, Rong Xiao goes to report to the housekeeper first."
After that, he turned around and hurried into the house.
Fu Ciyi stood calmly. It seemed that it was indeed not easy to enter the Duke's Mansion.
After the housekeeper heard the news, he said to the concierge: "Keep stopping."
Concierge: "Still stopping?"
"Yes."
As a housekeeper, in fact he also Unable to make up his mind, he had to go to Yan Xuan to report.
"Master, the second young lady has nothing to do with Mr. Fu. The old slave did not let anyone into the house immediately. What do you think about this?"
Yan Xuan said quietly: "You did the right thing."
The wind blows the sand and stone, which is charming to the eyes.
Fu Ciyi stood tall and straight at the door of the Duke's Mansion.
The four people in the river, lake and sea separated him on both sides.
Suddenly, heavy rain fell.
Jiang He Hu Hai quickly took out an umbrella, opened it, and held it high above his master's head.
The wind is blowing and the rain is blowing with the wind.
In just a moment, water accumulated on the road, and the corners of his clothes flew around and were immediately wet by the rain.
Fu Hai shouted at the top of his lungs: "Sir, there's no way we can wait like this. The rain is so messy that even an umbrella can't cover it. The wounds on your body are soaked by the rain, which makes it even worse for recovery."
"It doesn't matter, just get wet." Fu Ciyi said calmly.
The concierge wiped the rainwater that fell on his face.
At this moment, even the eaves of the main entrance were soaked by the rain, let alone the place where the Fu family was standing.
But the master had an order, and he did not dare to let people into the house rashly, so he had to turn around and report again.
Yan Xuan glanced at the sky, held an umbrella and went to the flower hall.
When the housekeeper arrived in the front yard, the concierge came again and reported: "Master Fu is standing in the rain."
"Just stand there, stand for a while, and then he should go back."
After the butler said this, he went to take a look in person.
I didn’t expect that after a quarter of an hour, the person was still standing, and seemed to be on the verge of collapse.
The housekeeper frowned and had no choice but to go to Nanyuan again.
At this moment, in the Nanyuan Flower Hall, Yan Huan was talking to the eldest princess: "My little daughter needs to be raised for a few more years, and the marriage is not urgent."
"I can understand the mood of the Duke." The eldest princess said with a smile, turning her eyes and asking Yan Funing, "What is your impression of my family, Chi An?"
Yan Funing said euphemistically: "Prince Chi and I are already My friend, his views on economics coincide with mine.”
It should be clear. Unexpectedly, the eldest princess smiled even more: "Okay, okay."
Long Chi'an was also happy to hear this.
At this time, the housekeeper entered the flower hall: "Master, we are standing in the rain."
Yan Xuan patted the armrest of the chair and scolded: "Let him go with this thorn."
Hong Qingyi was confused. : "Who is standing in the rain?"
The eldest princess was also puzzled: "Who is the thorn head?"
Their doubts were also Yan Funing's doubts.
However, Yan Xuan didn't want to answer, so he just said: "Everyone, please drink tea and have snacks."
Bu Chengxiang, the concierge, hurried over and shouted: "It's not good, it's not good, Mr. Fu fainted at the door of the house." Come on over!”
Only then did Yan Funing know that Fu Ciyi was here.
Yan Xuan was angry and said in a deep voice: "Bring the person in."
If it weren't for the emperor's order that Funing should undergo a follow-up examination with the stabbing head, she would be responsible for his injuries from now on. He doesn't care whether his head lives or lives.
Yan Funing's hands hidden under her sleeves clenched slightly.
Thunder rumbled outside, lightning flashed, and the rain showed no sign of weakening.
Under such circumstances, his wounds must have become inflamed after being caught in the rain.
A madman is a madman.
It’s raining and I can’t enter the Duke’s Mansion. I’d better go back. What can I do if I just stand there?
Then he stood up and said, "Dad, let's go take a look."
"Sit down and get people into the room next to the flower hall." Yan Xuan softened his tone, "You will get wet if you go out now. "
Hong Qingyi explained to the eldest princess softly: "The emperor was assassinated when he left the palace, and Master Fu and the escort Xinghe were injured."
Long Chi'an also said: "Master Fu was seriously injured. There was nothing we could do, but it was Funing who saved the man."
When the eldest princess heard this, she became even more happy.
Chi An is frail and has been coughing for many years. It would be the best thing to have a woman with extremely high medical skills by his side.
Not long after, Fu Ciyi was carried to an empty room next to the flower hall.
On the eve of the rainstorm, Yan Funing had planned to take Caiyu to Fu's house, so the medical box was carried in Caiyu's hand.
The master and servant went to Fu Ciyi.
In the room, Fu Ciyi was lying on the couch soaked to the skin.
Rivers, lakes and seas, a lot of clothes on the body are also wet.
Yan Funing ordered Caiyu: "Go and borrow some clothes from my brother, so that you can put them on for Master Fu."
Fu Haidao: "I brought clothes in the car, and I will give them to you here. Go and get it."
"That's fine." Yan Funing said calmly, taking the medical kit from Caiyu and ordering again, "Go and get some cotton towels."
"Yes. Miss." Caiyu went out.
Yan Funing took off Fu Ciyi's wet clothes. The gauze on his chest was already soaked, and the skin at the wound was wrinkled.
At this time, Fu Jiang came back with dry clothes and Caiyu also came back with cotton towels.
Yan Funing asked Jiang He Hu Hai each to take a cotton towel to wipe the rain off her body, and she herself took one and gently wiped Fu Ciyi's body.
Wipe the wound carefully with clean gauze.
"Caiyu, go and tell the kitchen to make ginger soup." Yan Funing spoke again, "The four of you will help him change his clothes."
Several people said so, each busy.
Yan Funing left the room and waited for Jiang Hehuhai to help someone change into a robe.
Not long after, four people came out: "Miss Yan, I will leave the master's injury to you."
Yan Funing then entered the room again.
Jianghehuhai looked at each other and closed the door tacitly, standing at the door like a door god.
In the room, Fu Ciyi sat on the edge of the couch with his clothes open and his eyes closed, with one leg exposed.
Yan Funing sighed, took the ointment with her fingertips, and applied it on his wound. Unexpectedly, as soon as she lowered her head...
He kissed her ear. (End of this chapter)