General, Madam Called You To Farm

Qin Canglan took the medicine and slept until dawn.

After waking up, he sat in a daze by the bed.

The little servant called twice from the door and didn't respond.

At this time in the past, Qin Canglan had been practicing swords in the yard for a while, and the little servant was worried. Then, thinking that he slept early last night, a series of strange things made people have to worry about whether something was wrong with him.

The boy dared to push the door open.

Grandpa!

Qin Canglan returned to his senses: What's the matter?

Ah, you...you're all right. The little servant scratched his head blankly, You're up late, and I'm still worried about you...then what...ahah, my crow's mouth!

The little servant smiled shyly: I asked the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Do you want to eat braised noodles or steamed buns this morning?

Qin Canglan lacked interest: Everything is fine.

Hey, little one knows.

The boy backed away.

Wait. Qin Canglan stopped him again.

The servant bowed and said, Master, what are your orders?

Qin Canglan said, Go and call Imperial Physician Cen.

The little servant hurriedly said, Are you uncomfortable?

Qin Canglan waved his hand: No, don't make a sound.

Let a few children know, and have to toss again.

Yes.

The servant first went to the kitchen, and then went to the house of Imperial Physician Cen in person. Today's luck was good. Imperial Physician Cen was not on duty in the palace, so he came to the house with the servant.

Qin Che went to court.

Qin Yanran went to learn the piano, and Qin Yun recuperated in the yard.

The house is very clean.

Imperial Physician Cen entered the house.

Qin Canglan had finished washing up, and he had no appetite, so he put his breakfast there.

Imperial Physician Cen entered with the medicine box on his back.

Seeing that Qin Canglan's face was not right, Imperial Physician Cen asked, Does your hand hurt again?

It's not a hand. Qin Canglan frowned, not knowing how to explain it.

According to his temperament, he does not believe in such evil things.

But that's Su Huayin—

Him, his little fat wife.

Imperial Physician Cen asked inexplicably, Then why did you suddenly come to me—

Cough. Qin Canglan coughed a little embarrassedly, I took the painkiller you gave me last night.

Imperial Physician Cen was very surprised: Did you... just take it?

He has been treating gout for Lao Huguo Gong, and he naturally understands how sick the other party is.

Lao Huguo Gong's hand is not only the cause of gout, but also has a certain degree of overwork, so the pain is unbearable for ordinary people.

When the old protector said that it was a little painful, it was already piercing pain.

He thought that, at most ten days, the old protector of the country would have to take Zhitong San——

It's been three months since...

Uh...it's not expired...

Imperial Physician Cen muttered secretly.

Does it work? he asked.

If you mean pain relief, there is. Qin Canglan said fairly and justly.

Imperial Physician Cen breathed a sigh of relief.

It's been three months and it hasn't expired, so it seems that the painkillers at home don't need to be thrown away——

Qin Canglan asked, You said last time that taking that pain reliever powder will have side effects, so I should try not to eat it if I can.

That's right. Imperial Physician Cen said, Mandala is placed in Zhitong San. The rhizome of this herb is poisonous. The dose I put is not large, so it will not cause poisoning, but if it is taken for a long time, it will cause a certain degree of toxicity. Addictive. Taking a small amount is not a problem, but it does not rule out drowsiness, fatigue, nausea, vomiting, and loss of appetite.”

Qin Canglan said again, Apart from that, what else?

Huh? Imperial Physician Cen looked at Qin Canglan in confusion.

Qin Canglan cleared his throat: For example...will you see something...

Imperial Physician Cen understood: Do you mean hallucinations?

Ah, I just...had a dream! Qin Canglan was also rotten, I ate your Zhitongsan, and I had a dream at night! I used to...never dream!

Imperial Physician Cen thought for a while: I can't rule out this possibility. But, what did you dream of?

I dreamed of Huayin. Qin Canglan said.

Imperial Physician Cen was stunned.

Imperial Physician Cen and Qin Canglan have known each other for decades, and they are also friends of the two. He understands this Chinese sound too well.

Qin Canglan sighed, I dreamed that Huayin was going to kill me.

In this direction, Imperial Physician Cen did not understand.

Qin Canglan continued, She even gave me a dream.

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After Imperial Doctor Cen left, Qin Canglan went to the horse farm.

He had some of the foal's concentrate given to him.

The servant who kept the horse said: I'll take it to your house when I'm young.

No need.

Qin Canglan loaded the feed into the carriage and went to Lihua Lane in person.

He came to the door and saw a small bean standing behind the threshold, looking out.

I don't know if Xiaodouding is too cute, but his mood suddenly became very good.

Big tiger!

He remembered that this was the little guy from yesterday.

Xiaodouding looked up and gave him a cute look: I'm Erhu.

Qin Canglan was startled.

Erhu turned around and ran to the backyard.

Qin Canglan moved the feed into the front yard.

In the front yard was a small bean curd, digging the soil with a shovel.

Qin Canglan smiled: So you are here, big tiger!

Xiaodouding turned his head and said solemnly, I'm a small axe!

Qin Canglan said again: ...

Qin Canglan did not find the tiger in the yard.

That kid...isn't he going to climb trees there again?

very dangerous!

He put down the feed and went out.

Qin Canglan guessed half right, and the tiger did go there again, but he didn't climb the tree today.

The door was open, and the sound of the violin came from inside. He hesitated and went in.

He followed the sound of the piano and came to the door of a wing room.

The man was sitting on the spotless wooden floor, stroking a guqin gracefully and calmly.

Hey, it's the handsome uncle from yesterday.

After the man played the last note, he raised his head lightly.

Dahu said, You play really well.

The man didn't speak, he lowered his eyes and stroked the strings.

The big tiger said again: How are you?

The man remained silent.

Can I come in? Dahu asked again.

The man said, Whatever.

Big Tiger first observed the shoes at the door, thought about it, and took off his own shoes.

He put his shoes on, put on a clean footcloth, and entered the room with a tap.

He was very curious about that long, beautiful sound.

But he was not in a hurry to look at Qin, but first took out a piece of dessert wrapped in kraft paper from his pocket and handed it to the man.

My mother made it. It's delicious. You can eat it even when you're sick.

It is a puff pastry made of loquat and honey, which moistens the throat and reduces noise.

The man was so thin that he could see his bones, because he had difficulty swallowing all the food in the world.

Seeing that he did not pick up, Dahu was not discouraged, but put it on the piano platform aside: I put it here, you can eat when you are hungry. Then, I will go first!

The man looked at Xiaodouding suspiciously.

As if surprised, isn't it for Qin? Why give him snacks and leave?

Could it be that there are still people in this world who simply care about him?

The man said, Do you like listening to the piano?

Dahu was stunned for a while, and it was the first time he knew that this thing was called Qin.

I like it. The big tiger said in a milky voice.

Sit down, the man said.

Oh. Big Tiger obediently sat across from him with his legs crossed.

The man raised his hand and played the piano again.

In the other wing, Qin Master Zhang who was teaching Qin Yanran suddenly stopped and listened intently.

Teacher... Qin Yanran was about to ask him what was wrong, when she also heard the sound of the piano coming from the wing in the backyard.

A strong shock flashed in Zhang Qinshi's eyes: He actually...he actually...

Unlike the intermittent syllables that were randomly tuned and tuned, this time, it is a coherent piece.

Such as Nine Heavens Immortal Music.

Qin Yanran always thought that she was extremely talented and played extremely well, but only by comparing it with the sound of the other party did she know what the real sounds of nature were.

The person who plays the qin must be the eldest disciple of Master Zhang Qin.

I heard that he has been under Zhang Qinshi for ten years.

Only less than half a year.

Thinking of this, Qin Yanran is no longer anxious.

Being able to teach such outstanding disciples is enough to demonstrate the level of Qin Master Zhang.

My own master is right.

I believe that in time, I will be able to become a leader in the piano.

Su Xiaoxiao didn't know that Dahu went to listen to people play the piano again.

When she got home, she saw only two small beans, so she asked, Where are my uncle and Dahu?

Xiaohu immediately sold his brother: Uncle, pull qiu-qiu! Dahu again, sneak out and listen to that!

listen to that?

piano?

There is only one family playing the piano in the alley.

Su Xiaoxiao went to the house in the east end.

Qin Canglan searched around the tree, but did not find the tiger.

He was worried that the tiger had fallen into someone's yard.

He turned around and came to the door of the house, and bumped into Su Xiaoxiao, who also came to look for Dahu.

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