I am the stepmother of my son, and the little villain has changed into a little cotton-padded jacket

It was good news for Wen Shutang to find that Xiao Ze's condition had stabilized.

Wen Shutang personally brought dinner into the room and ate with Xiao Ze, and prepared separate dinners for Mu Zhu and Mu Bai.

When Wen Shutang finished dinner and came out of the house, Mu Zhu walked up to her with a bird in his arms and handed her the letter.

"Madam, this is given to you by the young master."

Wen Shutang looked at the bird in Mu Zhu's arms, and knew in his heart that this should be their unique way of communication.

She took the note and opened it, revealing Xiao Yizhuo's powerful handwriting.

"everything is OK?"

Wen Shutang's eyes softened, with a hint of sweetness in his heart. He picked up the pen and wrote a few words back to him.

"Everything is fine. Aze's fever has subsided."

After writing, he handed the note to Mu Zhu: "How long will it take for the bird to deliver the letter?"

"This bird was specially trained by the Shadow Pavilion to deliver messages. It can reach hundreds of miles away in a day, and it will only deliver letters to designated people. If it is captured by a villain on the way, the bird will burn itself to death and disappear along with the letter. This is to prevent secret letters in the army from being taken away by villains." Mu Zhu explained as he tied the note to the bird's body, then threw it into the sky and blew a loud whistle.

The bird seemed to have received some command. It flapped its wings and flew away into the distance, soon disappearing into the night.

Wen Shutang looked at the way the bird left and was a little surprised that it was possible to train a bird like this.

Seeing Wen Shutang's surprise, Mu Zhu explained, "There is a person named Mu Xiao among the twelve guards of the Shadow Pavilion. She knows the language of animals and is an animal trainer. She is in charge of the training of all the messenger birds in the Shadow Pavilion."

Hearing this, Wen Shutang raised his eyebrows. This Shadow Pavilion is really full of talented people.

"So that's it."

Mu Zhu chuckled: "Everyone has their own duties. No one can leave without the young master's order. The subordinates' mission is to protect the young master, so they are relatively free."

"No wonder, I feel like you do nothing every day." Wen Shutang nodded in understanding.

Mu Zhu choked. Why was he doing nothing? The only order he received was to protect the young master. But with the young master's skills, who could hurt him? He, as a guard, was just a decoration.

"Ma'am, don't say that. Don't look at me like this. I am the best archer in Ying Pavilion. Hitting the target from a hundred paces away is a piece of cake." Mu Zhu defended himself weakly.

"That's good too." Wen Shutang nodded in response.

Muzhu:......

Madam, could your perfunctory attitude be any more obvious?

Xiao Yizhuo received the letter from the messenger bird. When he saw the beautiful handwriting on the note, he couldn't suppress the tenderness between his brows.

After carefully putting the note away, Xiao Yizhuo looked up at the inky night sky, with a myriad of thoughts in his mind.

-

After Wen Shutang came, Song Zhoubai went to Liang Mansion.

Liang Yan also heard the news that many people in the town had fallen ill with fever recently. At first, he did not take it seriously, thinking it was just a simple fever and cold.

After listening to Song Zhoubai's description, Liang Yan suddenly felt something was wrong.

If a large-scale plague occurred during his tenure, he would be the first person held accountable in the capital.

Thinking of this, Liang Yan could no longer sit still and immediately asked the housekeeper to investigate the matter.

It would have been better if they hadn't checked. Once they checked, they found that the young master of the Gao family was so sick that he was on his last breath. Many doctors had already seen that these people were not suffering from a simple cold. For their own safety, most of the clinics in the town had closed their doors and were no longer open to the public.

The people cannot get treatment, but they are helpless. There is almost no one on the streets now, it is empty, like a dead city.

Although Liang Yan wanted to stop it, he was helpless. For a time, the people in Qingshui Town were in panic, and fear hung in everyone's heart.

Wen Shutang has been staying at home these days and has not gone anywhere, taking good care of Xiao Ze. Xiao Yizhuo also sends her letters every night to inquire about the situation.

Xiao Ze's health gradually got better with the nourishment of spiritual spring water and a large amount of medicinal herbs.

The high fever in his body subsided and Xiao Ze almost felt that he was fine.

"Mom, I feel much better now. My throat doesn't hurt anymore." Xiao Ze touched his neck. Since he drank the medicine, he no longer felt the burning pain.

Wen Shutang smiled and said, "That's good. Your symptoms are the early stage of smallpox. If you intensify the treatment, you can recover. If you discover it too late and enter the rash stage, it will be dangerous."

After saying this, Wen Shutang couldn't help but think of the small red spot on Xue Ming's face.

I don’t know how the old man is doing these days.

Wen Shutang sighed slightly. She left enough spiritual spring water for Xue Ming, combined with Sangju Drink, so as long as he had a good rest, he should be able to survive.

"Aze, lie down for a while. I'll make some porridge for you. You can't eat too greasy food now." Wen Shutang stood up and instructed.

She turned and left the room, rolling up her sleeves and walking towards the kitchen.

Just as I put the millet into the pot, I heard someone knocking on the door.

She frowned, wondering who would come at this time.

Mu Zhu opened the door a crack and looked at the person outside vigilantly.

"who is it?"

"Is Miss Wen here? I'm the Liang Mansion's housekeeper. The captain has sent me here to invite Miss Wen over." The housekeeper covered his face with a veil and briefly explained his purpose.

"There is a plague raging outside right now, and our lady won't see any outside visitors. Please go back." Mu Zhu refused without thinking and was about to close the door.

Seeing this, the housekeeper hurriedly tried to stop him, and said anxiously, "No, no, no, this is an order from the Pavilion Master. Please inform him and let me see Miss Wen. I will have an explanation when I go back, right?"

Mu Zhu frowned and was about to refuse when Wen Shutang's voice came from the yard.

"Azhu, come back and take good care of Aze. I'm going to be out for a while."

Hearing this, Mu Zhu turned around with an anxious look: "Madam, it's very dangerous for you to go out at this time."

"It's okay, keep the millet porridge warm in the pot. Remember to bring it to Aze when he wakes up." Wen Shutang had a calm expression and put on a protective mask.

She had long guessed that Liang Yan would send someone to find her. Liang Yan was a minor official after all, so he had some means to investigate anything.

Liang Yan should have found out by now that it was she who told Song Zhoubai the news.

Seeing that Wen Shutang had made up her mind, Mu Zhu did not persuade her any further: "Madam, let Mu Bai take care of the young master. He knows medical skills and can help if the young master is feeling unwell. I will go out with you. The young master asked me to protect you every step of the way."

Wen Shutang glanced at him and threw another protective mask to him without saying anything.

"Wear this and don't take it off. Although I can't guarantee that it can protect you 100%, it's better than nothing."