This scholar is a bit cruel

Chapter 268 The Girl's Strange Illness
"drive!"

The carriage left Baifu Alley and headed west of the city.

The atmosphere inside the carriage seemed a little off.

Luo Zijun remained silent, his mind constantly wandering to the task the Moon Palace Fairy had given him, and he couldn't help but unconsciously glance at certain parts of his sister-in-law's body.

As a martial artist, Bai Qingtong had keen senses and naturally noticed his gaze.

However, I was too embarrassed to say it aloud, and just kept the question in my mind.

My brother-in-law wasn't like this before, so why did he suddenly become interested in her body?

Or perhaps there are other reasons?
Another moment passed.

She finally couldn't hold back any longer and asked, her face flushed, "Brother-in-law, what are you looking at?"

Luo Zijun said, "No, I didn't see anything."

Bai Qingtong glared at him shyly and said, "You said you weren't looking at anything, but you've been secretly looking at me... looking at me there, and there..."

As she said this, her two feet, which were hidden under her skirt, involuntarily shrank further under the seat, and her chest also shrank back.

Luo Zijun's face showed a hint of embarrassment.

After hesitating for a long time, he felt that he should be honest with his sister-in-law.

If I don't confess, then I'll have no choice but to steal.

With his current spiritual abilities, stealing those things would actually be very easy for him.

But he can't do that.

As a brother-in-law, stealing his sister-in-law's personal stockings and undergarment is not only shameful to others, but he himself would also feel ashamed of himself.

The key point is that he simply couldn't do that kind of thing.

He would dare to marry anyone, whether it was Miss Bai, his senior sister, someone he had just met, or even Lin Daiyu from the Jia family. But his sister-in-law's...

Hmm? Why am I suddenly thinking of Lin Daiyu? Ugh!

"Third Miss, there's something I want to tell you, but I hope that after you hear it... you won't scold me..."

Luo Zijun decided to confess.

Bai Qingtong seemed to have misunderstood something. Her already flushed face turned even redder after hearing those words, and she looked at him with sparkling eyes, saying, "Go on."

Luo Zijun lowered her head and said, "I..."

Sigh, it's still a bit difficult to talk about.

Bai Qingtong didn't urge her, but her face was flushed and her pearly white teeth were gently biting her lip, her heart was pounding.

"Third Miss, I... um, I..."

Luo Zijun hesitated, then suddenly took a deep breath, looked up at her, met her shimmering eyes, and mustered her courage to say, "I want a pair of your stockings..."

Bai Qingtong: "..."

Luo Zijun said awkwardly, "Don't misunderstand, I..."

"Brother-in-law, do you want it now?"

Bai Qingtong blushed, gently lifted her skirt to reveal a pair of slender feet, and looked at him with watery eyes. Suddenly, she chuckled and said, "I've heard that you have this fetish, brother-in-law, but I never thought you'd have the guts to want your own sister-in-law..."

Luo Zijun: "..."

"Third Miss, actually, besides the stockings, I also want... one of your undergarments..."

Since we've already spoken, we might as well go all out.

Bai Qingtong opened her mouth, her face full of astonishment, then looked down at her chest, her face turning red.

The air inside the carriage suddenly became quiet.

"Third Miss, actually, the reason I want these two things is not..."

"Brother-in-law, no explanation needed."

Before Luo Zijun could finish speaking, Bai Qingtong interrupted him, as if to say: Brother-in-law, there's no need to make excuses.

Luo Zijun couldn't really explain it.

Does that mean someone else needs it? Someone else gave him the task and asked him to come and get it?
Who would believe it?

Moreover, he has a criminal record.

“Brother-in-law, we’re family. It’s really… there’s nothing to be ashamed of if you want your sister-in-law’s things…”

Seeing that both of them were embarrassed and uncomfortable, Bai Qingtong could only blush and explain for him.

Then, without further hesitation, she bit her pink lips, lowered her head, and gently took off her embroidered shoes, revealing a pair of beautiful little feet encased in snow-white silk stockings.

"Brother-in-law, turn your head away."

She suddenly looked up and said shyly.

"Oh……"

Luo Zijun immediately turned her head.

Bai Qingtong blushed and glanced at him again before quickly taking off her two stockings. Then she took out another pair from her storage bag and put them on.

"Brother-in-law, it's done."

She put on her embroidered shoes, straightened her skirt, and then handed the silk stockings she had just taken off to him.

Luo Zijun felt an extreme sense of shame, as if she had committed some heinous crime deserving of being torn to pieces and sent to heaven immediately.

"Many...thank you very much."

Luo Zijun didn't dare look at her, but reached out and took it, holding it in her hand.

Soft, fragrant, and still carrying the lingering warmth of a young girl.

His heart started pounding uncontrollably, and then he said, "Actually... Miss could have given me a different pair... There was no need to take them off right there..."

Bai Qingtong gave him a few meaningful glances and said, "But when I was taking my clothes off, my brother-in-law didn't say a word. Only after I finished did he say... Humph, my brother-in-law clearly wanted this..."

"I, I didn't..."

"Brother-in-law."

Bai Qingtong snorted again and said, "I've heard that men like you just like women who have just worn clothes..."

Luo Zijun said, "I...I'm not!"

"That's my brother-in-law!"

Bai Qingtong snorted.

Luo Zijun awkwardly put away the stockings without offering any further explanation.

Or rather, they stopped making excuses.

The carriage was quiet for a while, then Bai Qingtong blushed and said, "Brother-in-law, about the undergarment... I can't do it now, I'll wait until I get back tonight..."

Luo Zijun quickly said, "Third Miss, this matter cannot be told to Eldest Miss or anyone else. I... I really have my reasons..."

Bai Qingtong nodded and said, "Yes, I know my brother-in-law has his reasons. He has headaches from studying and needs a folk remedy..."

Luo Zijun: "..."

"Pfft..."

Bai Qingtong suddenly laughed.

Luo Zijun coughed, lifted the curtain, looked outside, and said, "Why haven't we arrived yet?"

Bai Qingtong glanced outside and changed the subject at the opportune moment: "It'll be soon."

The carriage traveled along the streets of the western part of the city, and soon turned into a small alley, stopping at a mansion at the far right of the alley. The mansion occupied a considerable area, but the entrance was overgrown with weeds, the vermilion paint on the door was peeling off, it looked quite old, and it seemed that no one had taken care of it.

Above the door plaque above, the words "Yang Mansion" are written.

Bai Qingtong alighted from the carriage, stepped forward, knocked on the door, and whispered, "The Yang family was originally an official family, but they were eventually dismissed from their posts, and their fortunes declined, leading to their current situation. Wenfang and I used to have a good relationship, but later, perhaps fearing that she would implicate me, she gradually distanced herself from me. Every time I came to see her, she would refuse to see me. This time, I learned from another friend that she was ill, and quite seriously, so I came here."

As the two were talking, the door creaked open.

A woman dressed in coarse cloth appeared in the doorway, glanced at the two men warily, and said, "Who are you two...?"

Bai Qingtong said, "Aunt Lan, don't you recognize me? I'm Qingtong. I heard Wenfang is sick, so I came to see her."

Luo Zijun took some gifts from the carriage.

Upon hearing this, the woman first showed a hint of doubt on her face, but soon exclaimed with delight, "Qingtong, it's you! I haven't seen you for so many years. I didn't expect you to have grown so tall, and you're much prettier than when you were a child."

It turns out that this is Yang Wenfang's mother, Madam Yuan.

Bai Qingtong then introduced, "Aunt Lan, this is my brother-in-law, Luo Zijun. He is also a doctor. I brought him here today specifically to have Wenfang take a look."

"Oh?"

Madam Yuan's gaze fell on the young man behind her, but she secretly muttered to herself.

The young man was dressed in a scholar's robe, with a refined and elegant demeanor and handsome appearance. He looked like a scholar, and how could someone so young be a doctor?

She thought to herself: Maybe Qing Tong was afraid I wouldn't let her in, so he deliberately said this person was a doctor.

"Qingtong, Young Master Luo, please come in! Please come in!"

Madam Yuan quickly welcomed the two inside.

Luo Zijun, carrying the gifts, followed Bai Qingtong into the mansion.

The front yard of the mansion was overgrown with weeds and piled with clutter. The artificial hill was covered with spider webs, clearly indicating that it had not been cleaned for a long time.

The huge mansion was quiet and peaceful; not a single maid or servant could be seen.

Bai Qingtong didn't dare to ask too many questions about these things, but instead inquired about Yang Wenfang's illness: "Aunt Lan, what exactly is wrong with Wenfang?"

Madam Yuan led the two through the long corridor toward the backyard. Hearing this, she sighed and said, "Who knows? Several doctors have come. Some say it's a cold, some say it's something bad, and some say it's some rare disease. They prescribed a lot of medicine, but it hasn't helped..."

As she spoke, her eyes reddened, and she wiped away her tears, saying, "That girl lies in bed all day, can't eat anything, and..."

"And what?"

Seeing that she seemed hesitant to speak, Bai Qingtong took the initiative to ask.

Madam Yuan seemed afraid of something and didn't dare to say much. She said, "Qingtong, when you see Wenfang later, you can ask her yourself. If we ask her, she won't say anything, she'll just cry."

Before long, Madam Yuan led the two to the backyard.

A maid came out carrying two broken bowls. Upon seeing her, she whispered, "Madam, Miss still won't eat. She's smashed all the bowls..."

Madam Yuan sighed and said, "If you don't want to eat, then forget it. Go and clean up."

The maid agreed, glanced at Bai Qingtong and Luo Zijun, and went down the corridor to throw away the broken pieces.

Madam Yuan led the two into the room.

Inside the room, the windows were closed, the curtains were drawn, and an oil lamp was lit on the table, making the room dimly lit and filled with a damp, musty smell.

A woman with disheveled hair was lying on the bed, crying under the covers.

Madam Yuan walked over and said softly, "Wenfang, don't cry. Get up and see who's here. It's Qingtong. Qingtong has come to see you."

Bai Qingtong stepped forward and said, "Wenfang, I've come to see you."

Yang Wenfang stopped crying, slowly pulled the blanket off her face, and looked at Bai Qingtong standing in front of the bed. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she looked blank, but didn't say anything.

Bai Qingtong sat down on the edge of the bed, looked at her and said, "Wenfang, don't you recognize me?"

Yang Wenfang remained silent, her gaze suddenly sweeping over her and landing on a handsome young man standing not far behind her, dressed in a scholar's robe.

Bai Qingtong introduced, "Wenfang, this is my brother-in-law, Luo Zijun. He is also a doctor. May I have him take your pulse?"

Yang Wenfang stared blankly at the handsome young man, her originally pale face flushed with two blushes, her eyelashes fluttered a few times, and she nodded shyly.

She stretched her hand out from under the covers, revealing a section of her fair arm.

Bai Qingtong stood up and stepped aside.

Luo Zijun walked to the bedside, sat down on the edge of the bed, said "excuse me," and then extended two fingers, placing them on the girl's fair wrist, and began to feel her beating pulse.

The moment their fingers touched, Yang Wenfang's body trembled slightly. She gently bit her lip, her blush deepened, and her eyes suddenly became watery as she stared straight at him.

The room fell silent.

After a moment, Luo Zijun raised her finger, somewhat puzzled, and said, "Judging from the pulse, there seems to be nothing abnormal..."

Then he looked at the girl's flushed face and watery eyes, and said, "Judging from Miss Yang's complexion, there seems to be nothing unusual..."

With a sob in her voice, Madam Yuan said, "Young Master Luo, but she hasn't eaten for many days. She's very weak and can't get out of bed at all. She's also afraid of seeing the light outside..."

"Is that so?"

Luo Zijun looked at the girl in front of her and said, "Miss Yang, you haven't eaten for many days. Aren't you hungry?"

Yang Wenfang looked at him shyly and shook her head slightly: "No... I'm not hungry..."

Luo Zijun thought to himself that this was strange.

He hesitated for a moment, then said, "Miss Yang, may I put my hand under the covers and feel your stomach? Or, could you lift the covers and press your fingers on your stomach a few times so I can take a look?"

Yang Wenfang blushed deeply and remained silent.

Madam Yuan looked troubled, because she simply couldn't believe that such a young man was a doctor.

"Young Master Luo, we have already invited several doctors, all of whom are quite famous in the inner city. They were able to diagnose the illness just by looking at the complexion and taking the pulse..."

The meaning is obvious: how could you put your hand inside to touch the stomach of an unmarried woman while treating her? Especially since it was a young man.

"Okay, then..."

Luo Zijun did not insist and prepared to inquire about the symptoms.

At this moment, the girl on the bed suddenly blushed and said shyly, "Mother, it's alright. Since Young Master Luo is a doctor, there's nothing to be ashamed of..."

Bai Qingtong, who was standing to the side, also said, "Aunt Lan, my brother-in-law is not only a doctor, but also a scholar, and a well-known talent in Lin'an City. He came here today to help Wenfang with her illness, and he has no other intentions. I guarantee this with the reputation of the Bai family."

Seeing this, Madam Yuan didn't say anything more and said somewhat awkwardly, "Qingtong, what are you saying? I was just saying it casually. I didn't mean to doubt Young Master Luo. The person you brought is your brother-in-law, so of course I trust him."

Then he smiled and said, "Young Master Luo, please take your time looking around. I'll go make you some tea."

She seemed afraid of feeling awkward staying there any longer, so she quickly left the room.

"Miss Yang, please forgive me."

Having received permission, Luo Zijun didn't hesitate any longer and reached her hand under the blanket.

"what……"

Yang Wenfang suddenly gasped, her body trembling, her face flushed with embarrassment, "Young Master Luo...that's...that's my leg..."

"Sorry, sorry."

Luo Zijun quickly apologized, then wiped upwards and immediately touched her stomach.

Ok?
He suddenly paused, looking at the girl on the bed.

Yang Wenfang blushed and said shyly, "I...I don't like wearing clothes when I sleep...ah..."

Luo Zijun didn't think much of it, and continued to touch and gently press the area.

Yang Wenfang immediately covered her face with the blanket in embarrassment, occasionally letting out shy moans.

Two green lights gradually appeared in Luo Zijun's pupils.

(End of this chapter)