"I've been thinking about you a lot these days." Fan Xian ignored her and continued, "Ever since I saw you at the Temple of Qing, I've been wanting to see you."
Lin Wan'er was embarrassed. "What nonsense are you talking about? I'm … "She gritted her teeth." I'm already engaged. Besides, how could you sneak into a girl's room in the middle of the night? That's impudent and rude. "
"You're engaged to the Fan family. I know." Fan Xian looked at her with a smile.
Lin Wan'er thought of the first time she met this young man. She thought of the complicated feelings they had when they looked at each other in silence. She felt a pang of pain in her heart. "Since you know, why haven't you left? Do you really want someone to kill you? "
Fan Xian stopped teasing her. He looked at her and said seriously, "I … am Fan Xian."
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The deathly silence went on for who knew how long. Fan Xian felt a little awkward. He saw a tear fall from the corner of Lin Wan'er's eye. She quickly wiped it away and said in a low voice, "Mister, please behave yourself."
Fan Xian smiled bitterly. "I'm telling the truth. What do I have to do to make you believe me?"
Lin Wan'er looked at his face. After a long moment of silence, she said in a low voice, "You are … Mister Fan?"
Fan Xian smiled and nodded, but Miss Lin still had a look of disbelief on her face. The moon in the sky had long since broken free from the shackles of the clouds, revealing its bright and beautiful face. Its faint light shone on the earth, and some light shone through the window, illuminating the man and woman on and under the bed.
"It really is me," Fan Xian said softly.
Wan Er couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her emotions were in turmoil, and she couldn't help but start coughing. She didn't even know where the sword in her hand had gone. As she coughed, she asked, "You're the Fan family's underground fighter?"
Fan Xian couldn't help but laugh. Seeing how weak she looked, he felt sorry for her and reached out to hold her wrist. He passed some zhenqi into her body and carefully adjusted her pulse. Hearing the words "underground boxing," he laughed bitterly. "I only did it twice."
Lin Wan'er gradually began to believe him. Happiness appeared on her face. She asked again, "You are the Ten Thousand Sorrowful Autumn Guest?"
Fan Xian continued to smile bitterly. "I wrote it in a hurry … It doesn't count, it doesn't count."
Wan Er's eyes gradually brightened, "You, you … it's really you?"
Fan Xian wanted to go crazy. He wanted to cry but had no tears. "Today, I came with my sister. If I wasn't Fan Xian, how could my sister help a strange man visit her future sister-in-law?"
Lin Wan'er thought he was right. She covered her mouth and laughed, but then she thought of another problem. "So you went to the temple last time to see me?" she asked angrily. When she thought about how this young man had kept everything in the dark, Lin Wan'er was incomparably angry. It was this hateful fellow who had caused her to worry about her gains and losses these past few days. She had even thought about all those impolite things. She wanted nothing more than to beat this young man up.
Fan Xian looked at her expression and knew what she was thinking. He quickly explained, "I swear to God, when I first met you in the Temple of Qing, it was a coincidence. I didn't know who you were until I saw you this morning." He looked at Lin Wan'er's beautiful face with a smile and said softly, "This is all fate."
Lin Wan'er shyly lowered her head and pulled her wrist from Fan Xian's grasp. "Then why did you come with Sister Fan to see me today?" she asked in a low voice.
Fan Xian was startled. Was he supposed to tell her that after he cured Miss Lin, he was going to elegantly run away from the marriage? He wouldn't dare say that even if he was beaten to death. He could only softly reply, "I heard that Miss Lin's health wasn't good, and I couldn't see her, so I came to see her in secret. How could I have known that it was the chicken leg girl I met in the Temple of Qing?"
Lin Wan'er lightly spat. Why did he have to call her by her name so badly?
Fan Xian smiled and pointed at the chicken leg next to him. "Do you want to eat it now?" he asked.
Lin Wan'er couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh. "Go ahead. I'm not that greedy."
Fan Xian's ears suddenly twitched. He heard someone get up from downstairs. It seemed they were about to come upstairs. He frowned. "Someone's coming."
Lin Wan'er panicked. Even if he was her future husband, if someone saw him, how could she face others? She pushed him. "Then get out of here." Fan Xian had worked hard for half the night. How could he just leave like that? With a smirk on his face, he flipped over and crawled under the covers. The bed was huge, and the covers were huge. The room was dark, so if someone were to look from outside, they wouldn't be able to see anything out of the ordinary.
Realizing that Fan Xian had crawled under the covers, Lin Wan'er turned pale with fright. But before she could do anything, she heard someone coming up. It was the old nanny who had had diarrhea during the day. Lin Wan'er was embarrassed and anxious. She slid under the covers and turned her body to the outside, pretending to be asleep.
The old nanny looked around and didn't see anything out of the ordinary. She mumbled a few words and felt a little dizzy. It seemed she was sleepy again, so she turned around and went downstairs.
Lin Wan'er elbowed behind her. She lowered her voice and said shyly, "She's gone. Hurry up and get out."
It wasn't easy to get a kiss. Fan Xian, who was thanking the old nanny for the first time, had no reason to leave right away. He said, "I'm sleepy. Lie down a little longer."
Lin Wan'er now knew that her future husband was a scoundrel. She said angrily, "How... how can I do that?"
Fan Xian laughed and moved closer to her body. His nose took in the faint scent of her body. He felt relaxed and happy. "Why not?"
"This... this... if word gets out, how can I face others?" Lin Wan'er shyly buried her head in the covers. Feeling the heat behind her, she moved forward a little.
Fan Xian sighed. He was afraid that the girl would be so scared that she would move out of the bed. That would be a cold. He could only get up. Full of desire, he sat down on the edge of the bed and held the girl's slightly cold hand. Lin Wan'er struggled, but couldn't break free. She let him be, thinking that as long as he wasn't lying on the bed, it was already a great blessing.
Fan Xian looked at her slightly closed eyes and said quietly, "I've realized that my luck in this life has been too good."
"Hm?" Lin Wan'er opened her eyes curiously and looked at him with her clear and bright eyes.
"I fell in love with a girl. But before I fell in love with her, she was already my fiancée. For something like this to happen, doesn't that mean I'm very lucky?" Fan Xian explained with a smile. His elegant face was full of joy.
Lin Wan'er asked curiously, "If... if..."
"If what?"
"Forget it. It's nothing."
Lin Wan'er bit her lower lip and suppressed the doubts in her heart.
"There's something else I need to talk to you about." Fan Xian looked at the faint traces of sweat on her forehead and said with heartache, "What I said during the day was true. Right now, you have to take good care of your body. Clear porridge and small dishes are good for your stomach, but for tuberculosis, they are of no help."
The girl had been pleasantly surprised today, and her crystal heart had long been trembling. When she heard the word tuberculosis, she immediately thought of her own illness, and instead became depressed. Her emotions were agitated, and her face darkened. She said sorrowfully, "The royal doctors have taken a look and said that this illness is not easy to treat. Although it's just tuberculosis, it won't kill people, but... if I really am with you in the future, I'm afraid it will tire you out."
Fan Xian suddenly looked at her seriously. "Sheep's milk, chicken drumsticks, the medicine I prescribed, and the pills I left for you in a bit. Take them slowly according to the method I told you, and your body will definitely recover."
Lin Wan'er sighed. "The royal doctors can't cure it. They can only drag it out year by year."
Fan Xian smiled. "Of course my medical skills are not as good as the royal doctors. Even if my teacher were in the capital, I'm afraid he would only use some unorthodox methods. Your status is noble, and I'm afraid the nobles in the palace wouldn't dare use them. But the diet I mentioned is something the royal doctors can't think of. Plus, as long as you recover, when my teacher returns to the capital, he will certainly be able to get his hands on a lot of precious herbs. When that time comes, there will be hope for your illness. Diagnosis and treatment are one part of it, and medicine is another. Don't be fooled by the countless rare herbs in the palace, but the truly good ones are probably not as good as my teacher's collection. "
Hearing his earnest words, Lin Wan'er was moved. "Thank you for your trouble, Master Fan," she said quietly.
Fan Xian was surprised. Why did she have to be so formal? After all, he didn't understand a woman's mind. Once she confirmed that the man in front of her was her future husband, Lin Wan'er's words naturally became more reserved. This was a woman's characteristic. He was a little surprised. "You still call me Master Fan?" he asked with a smile.
Lin Wan'er was curious. "What should I call you?" Suddenly understanding what he meant, she blushed and turned away from him. In a voice as small as a mosquito, she said, "That will have to wait until after we are married, then I'll change it."
"What I mean is, you can call me Brother Fan," Fan Xian said, stifling a laugh.
Lin Wan'er realized that she had been tricked. Embarrassed and angry, she wanted to reach out and hit him, but then she remembered that she had only met this man twice, and that he was still a stranger. She hesitantly stopped. Fan Xian looked at her thin shoulders. "After we are married, let's go to the Cang Mountains. It's higher up there, and there are hot springs. It's the best place for you to recuperate."
Hearing the word "married," Lin Wan'er blushed slightly, but she still nodded. She didn't understand what he meant by "higher up". Thinking of something else, she quietly asked, "Is Master Fei really your teacher?"
"Yes." Fan Xian smiled. "I always thought that since Master Fei worked for the Overwatch Council, he would be a very low-key person. Who knew that he was so famous in the capital?"
Lin Wan'er laughed. "He was a meritorious minister during the Northern and Western Expeditions. Of course he was famous. But people were afraid of his poisons, so they always avoided him." She looked at Fan Xian's beautiful face and asked curiously, "How could Master Fei be your teacher?"
Fan Xian shrugged. "Miss Lin, there will probably be a lot of trouble in the future. Right now, I don't even understand it myself. If you marry me in the future, I'm afraid there will be a lot of trouble. You have to think about it carefully."
Lin Wan'er smiled and shook her head. She knew that after this marriage, there would be a lot of exchanges and redistribution of benefits. At first, she had been very resistant to it, and her illness had worsened. But now that she realized that the heavens had eyes, that the young master of the Fan family was... the one in front of her, she was already full of gratitude to the heavens. What other extravagant expectations could there be? Thinking of the recent uproar in the capital, she said, "Master Fan, sometimes I really don't understand. You are the son of Count Sinan and a student of Master Fei of the Overwatch Council. How can you be so proficient in poetry? That's right, was that line really written by you?"
Fan Xian didn't see any doubt on her face. He just asked a simple question. "What's the matter?" he asked curiously.
A hint of anger appeared on Lin Wan'er's face. "The Empress Dowager liked that line very much, but there have been rumors in the palace that you copied the last four lines from a poet of the previous dynasty." She trusted the man in front of her, so she was a little angry.
Only then did Fan Xian realize that the aftermath of the poetry conference had not yet settled. The lawsuit with the Guo family had not yet been resolved, and now there was this kind of accusation. But he had copied Du Fu, so he wasn't really angry. Instead, he saw that his fiancee looked tired, and he felt sorry for her. So he gently patted her hand and told her to stop talking.
"I'll come to see you often."
"But... what if someone finds out?"
"Yes, I'm really worried that if someone finds out, my strange uncle might kill them all... That's a problem. I'll have to talk to him tomorrow." Fan Xian's hair stood on end, thinking that such a terrible thing could really happen.
Lin Wan'er looked at his face, refusing to close her eyes. But in the end, she couldn't stop herself from falling asleep.
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The next morning, Lin Wan'er woke up in a daze under the warm blankets. She opened her eyes, rubbed them, and found that they were particularly energetic. The maid smiled sweetly and bowed, then prepared to help her up to wash up and dress. Lin Wan'er suddenly remembered what had happened last night, and cried out in surprise. "Ah! Where is he? "
The maid asked curiously. "Who?"
Lin Wan'er said anxiously, "Did you hear anything last night?"
"No, Miss," the maid replied seriously.
Lin Wan'er walked to the window. Her long black hair hung straight down to her hips, and she was dressed in white. She looked very beautiful. She looked out the window, but there was no trace of that person. She couldn't help but wonder if she had just had a dream last night, a dream that she really wanted to make real.
As her imagination ran wild, the maid walked up to her with a half-torn package of oiled paper. She laughed and said, "Miss, you're eating again. Be careful that the nanny sees it and reports it to His Majesty... Hurry up and close the window. Don't let the wind blow."
Lin Wan'er took the package and found that there were a few pills in her belt. Her heart warmed. She looked out the window and saw that the garden had grown greener. Even after the window was closed, it seemed to be unable to hide the boundless spring that was prying open the window and escaping.
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