TBTAMN Chapter 87

The Boss Transmigrated Into A Matriarchy Novel (Quick Transmigration ARC 3) Chapter 87(2)

When Nan Jun woke up, a bowl of hot medicine was delivered to him on time.

 

“Lianqing, thank you for your help.”

 

Nan Jun unconsciously extended his hand to take the medicine container, but the man did not stop him, which surprised Nan Jun a little.

 

Didn’t he always insist on feeding her in the past?

 

The man took the empty bowl handed to him by Nan Jun and put it aside, then bravely moved closer to Nan Jun.

 

The overly clear breathing made Nan Jun shrink back involuntarily, and he felt that Lian Qing was a little different today.

 

“Ha… Sister Jun still remembers Lian Qing?”

 

Nan Jun was startled and suddenly frowned.

 

“Lian Qing, your voice…why is it a little different?”

 

There was still a familiar smell of medicine on him, but the child’s tone seemed to have changed.

 

Lian Qing raised the corners of his mouth, gently stroked his throat, and then said: “Sister Jun, why can’t you recognize Lian Qing’s voice?”

 

“No…no, it’s just you…”

 

Nan Jun wanted to say that, apart from the same smell of medicine on her body, she felt that this “Lianqing” was completely different from the “Lianqing” of the previous few days.

 

“Sister Jun has been poisoned and is still a little confused. But Sister Jun, don’t worry. In a few days, Sister Jun will be fully recovered.”

 

Nan Jun was puzzled by the fact that “Lianqing” had obviously become more delicate and sweet. It seemed that the child had suddenly become clingy.

 

Although she was not used to him being so close to her, the voice calling “Sister Jun” made Nan Jun feel extremely familiar, as if a little boy was supposed to call her like that.

 

The call of “Sister Jun” put Nan Jun in a good mood, with the corners of her mouth curled up and her face full of joy.

 

A gleam of light flashed in Lian Qing’s eyes. He raised his arm slightly, and his wide sleeves fluttered in front of her nose. The familiar smell of medicine became stronger.

 

Qiao Yun, Qiao Yun, you are truly my lucky star.

 

When I become the Eighth Prince, I will not mistreat you…

 

Afraid that Nan Jun might become suspicious, Lianqing decided to restrain himself for now and let her slowly accept his true self in the future.

 

It was extremely quiet outside and she  could only smell the breathing of the person in front of her.

 

“It’s night, isn’t it?”

 

Nan Jun suddenly spoke, breaking the silence.

 

Lian Qing withdrew his gaze from Nan Jun’s face, and nodded with a red face. Thinking that she couldn’t see him, he felt relieved and responded, “Yeah.”

 

“Lianqing has been busy all day, so please take a rest early!”

 

Nan Jun’s tone was unusually gentle, and Lian Qing was immersed in it, unable to extricate himself.

 

Thinking about how Nan Jun and Qiao Yun have been getting along like this for the past few months, Lian Qing felt a pang in his heart, and he wished that Qiao Yun would disappear from this world forever.

 

Qiao Yun, Qiao Yun, why are you so lucky?

 

As a young master from a prominent family in Beijing, he believed that his looks were just as good as Qiao Yun’s.

 

But Qiao Yun’s mother was an important minister close to the empress, a first-rank general, and enjoyed the salary of a royal title.

 

However, his mother was only a fourth-rank deputy envoy of the Ministry of Public Administration, so whenever he stood with Qiao Yun, everyone would laugh at him for overestimating his own abilities. How could the son of a fourth-rank official dare to have a name that sounded the same as the eldest son of a general?

 

Little did people know that when his father named him Lian Qing, Qiao Yun didn’t even have a courtesy name.

 

It’s obviously his courtesy name, Qiao Yun, that coincides with his name, Lian Qing!

 

Why do people think it is Lian Qing’s fault?

 

Lian Qing has been “good friends” with Qiao Yun since childhood, and they both became disciples of a hermit master. However, the master was also biased, and only taught Qiao Yun everything, and only asked him to grow medicinal herbs non-stop.

 

It was obviously he who fell in love with the Eighth Prince first, but Qiao Yun told him on his coming-of-age day that he, Qiao Yun, would not marry anyone but Nan Jun in this life.

 

Qiao Yun, Qiao Yun, why do you have to compete with me in everything?

 

If Lian Qing had not gone out to look for medicinal herbs and happened to meet the guards from the general’s mansion who were looking for his master, he would probably never have had the opportunity to be with the Eighth Prince in this life!

 

Lian Qing learned about Nan Jun’s illness from the guards. Based on the prescription left by Qiao Yun and Lian Qing’s experience in growing medicinal herbs over the years, Lian Qing thought that he would take good care of her until she recovered.

 

Lian Qing regained his composure and raised his hand to pull the quilt around Nanzhi.

 

Imitating the way Qiao Yun usually spoke, he said, “The medicine given today is a bit strong. I’m afraid Sister Jun will have a fever at night. Lian Qing has to stay here to watch over you.”

 

Nan Jun frowned slightly and savored the remaining medicinal taste in his mouth, but found no difference from before.

 

“I’m fine now. If I have a fever at night, I will call you. Why do you have to suffer here for nothing? Go and rest quickly!”

 

Nan Jun refused disapprovingly, saying that now she could move freely except for the fact that she could not see, so the job of keeping watch did not need to fall on a man.

 

Lian Qing saw that he couldn’t persuade Nan Jun, so he stood up reluctantly, tucked in the quilt for Nan Jun, blew out the candle, and then slowly walked out.

 

The air was filled with the smell of burning candle oil. Nan Jun frowned slightly. There was indeed something wrong with Lianqing today.

 

Because Nan Jun was blind, Qiao Yun was afraid that something might happen to her at night, so he always kept the light on for her so that he could see her condition at a glance from outside.

 

But today, the sound of him blowing out the candle reached her ears, and although it was very light, it was puzzling.

 

For some reason, the familiar scent of medicine kept lingering in Nan Jun’s nose, but she couldn’t fall asleep.

 

It was not until the third night that Lian Qing brought the last dose of medicine to Nan Jun.

 

“This is the last dose of medicine. Sister Jun will be able to open her eyes again tomorrow morning.”

 

Lian Qing’s tone contained three parts excitement, four parts nervousness, and three parts anticipation.

 

Nan Jun also smiled and said to Lian Qing: “Thank you for your kindness…”

 

That night, Nan Jun slept soundly and in his dream a fairy dressed in white appeared who called herself Mengxian.

 

Meng Xian, with a bad look on her face, came and left in a hurry. She didn’t have time to explain why she was late. She just told her roughly what happened to “Nan Jun” before, and told her to protect the man who saved her well. Everything will be clear, and there is nothing else.

 

“Hey…you haven’t restored my memory yet!”

 

Nan Jun’s voice kept echoing in her misty dreams, and the only response she got was endless silence.

 

“Are all the fairies nowadays so irresponsible? Could it be that this foolish little fairy fed her the wrong Meng Po soup?”

 

Nan Jun curled her lips helplessly, but there was nothing she could do.

 

Thinking of that little fairy’s complexion, Nan Jun couldn’t help but worry about her.

 

Could it be that this little fairy was punished by her leader for not doing her job properly?

 

Work? Leadership?

 

Before Nan Jun could figure out these unfamiliar words, she was awakened by a chill in her eyes and eyebrows.

 

She closed her eyes tightly; the white light from outside hurt her eyes through her eyelids.

 

Slowly raising her hands to cover her eyebrows and eyes, Nan Jun slowly adapted to the sudden light.

 

The pretty face in front of her became clearer and clearer, and Nan Jun was stunned.

 

Her fingers unconsciously touched the red flower ornament on the man’s forehead, and Nan jun asked softly, “It was you… who saved me?”