Happy Marriage

Xiang followed into the inner house, and An Sheng just woke up. What did his father invite Leng Nanxian to do with a shy face? I haven't heard of anyone getting sick in the back house. Xia Ziwu is now safe and sound, and today he is provocative, and he is full of laughter.

And Xia Zixian is recovering well now, and she is alive and kicking. Even if Mr. Xue had some headaches, he wouldn't be able to work the magician Xue, right?

Member Xia took Leng Nanxian lightly on the road and turned straight into Xia Zixian's yard. The two girls were waiting outside, and they greeted Xia Yuanwai and Leng Nanxian in unison.

"How is your lady this afternoon? Is it better?"

One of the little girls shook her head: "I didn't see it well, but she looked a little more powerful. She was dizzy and unstable, and we couldn't help it."

Xia Yuanwai sighed lightly: "Alas, this girl, her body is so unsatisfactory, and she has a cold and cold doctor."

Leng Nanxian was still quite polite in front of Member Xia, not as cold as last time, and he spoke rudely.

"It's okay, Mr. Xia is polite."

Another little girl had already entered the room, opened the curtain, and invited Leng Nanxian into Xia Zixian's boudoir.

An Sheng also followed him into the room with the medicine box in his arms. It was inevitable that he was a little curious, how did Xia Zixian take care of himself?

On the face is an elegant fragrance like orchid like musk, which is different from the fragrance of hundreds of flowers in the outside world. It is slightly stronger than the smell of rouge. It should be incense.

Leng Nanxian couldn't help frowning: "Master Xia, please forgive Leng Mou for speaking out. Ling Qianjin's condition is not suitable for this foul incense smell. It is suitable to open the window for ventilation, and always keep fresh air."

The little **** the side should be afraid of Xia's blame, and hurriedly replied: "Usually, the doors and windows are opened as instructed, but today, Miss today just ordered incense."

Maybe Leng Nanxian and Xia Yuanwai didn't understand the meaning of these words, but An Sheng saw Xia Zixian's mind directly, and almost spit out the flower branch in his mouth with a "puchi".

Leng Nanxian glanced at her in dissatisfaction, and saw that her delicate nose was covered with fine sweat, and her face was flushed with exhaustion. Teeth are clenched, like a little daughter, but her tense face can't help but the corners of her lips are slightly hooked.

Xia Zixian, who was lying on the bed in the back room, was struggling to get up, her eyebrows were slightly frowning, and she was as sick as Xizi: "It's because the smell of the soup in the room is too strong today, killing all the flowers in the room, and Zixian is really not happy. , and then told them to burn a little incense."

Xia Yuanwai felt the most distressed for his well-behaved little daughter, and immediately stepped forward to support her: "My son, how do you manage well, but you have another illness?"

Xia Zixian raised her hand to rest on her forehead, her nose was slightly bowed, her eyes were clear, and she trembled: "I haven't read for many days, and I feel empty. Today, I read a few pages by the window, but the world is spinning and I can't help myself."

An Sheng couldn't help but shivered and shivered from goosebumps.

Xia Yuanxian looked at Leng Nanxian as if asking for help. The girl had already moved over Jindun, and Leng Nanxian stepped forward and sat down. Xia Zixian raised Yingying Su's hand, rolled up her sleeves, and stretched her wrist to Leng Nanxian.

On his jade-white wrist, he wore a blood-red chalcedony bracelet, which made his wrist as dazzling as snow.

Leng Nanxian turned his body sideways, ignoring him, just put his three fingers on Xia Zixian's wrist without any mistake, and closed his eyes.

For a while, the room was extremely quiet, and everyone looked at Leng Nanxian eagerly, even breathing lightly.

An Sheng also stared at his side face with admiration and admiration. Looking at it from this angle, Leng Nanxian's eyelashes are extremely thick, and they are raised in a beautiful arc, like a folding fan, casting a silhouette on the bottom of his eyes.

An Sheng suddenly felt that studying medicine is really good, it can not only harm people, but also save people, it can make people feel awe and respect. He thought that Leng Nanxian had neither power nor wealth, but he could make all the people in the capital respect him and retain a bit of awe.

She was thinking again, if Leng Nanxian could have been born a few years earlier, then she would go to his medicine house and ask him to see her mother. Maybe, her mother would not die, and she is still Or the second young lady of the Xia Mansion, why should she be so exhausted?

She was wandering in the sky, when Leng Nanxian suddenly heard Leng Nanxian reprimand her: "Have you been holding the medicine box there stupidly?"

"Ah?" An Sheng's eyes flashed.

"Open the medicine box and take out my needle capsule." Leng Nanxian ordered without looking at her.

Only then did An Sheng realize that he was indeed calling himself. He hurriedly walked to the table, put the medicine box on the table, searched around, and found the lock and opened the lid.

There was a medicinal fragrance in his nostrils, and An Sheng felt that it smelled very good. He took a deep breath greedily, and saw that the bottles and jars were neatly stacked, and there were no less than dozens of them. No wonder it was so heavy.

"Hurry up, you are so clumsy." Leng Nanxian urged impatiently.

An Sheng made an "oh" and lowered his head to look for it. He really saw a deerskin needle capsule inside. It must have been used for a long time, and the edges and corners were worn out. The embroidered plum tree is lifelike, and I don't know which embroiderer's skillful hand came from.

An Sheng took out the needle bag and unfolded it. There were more than twenty silver needles of various thicknesses in the hairpin, and the silver was shining.

She held it in both hands and held it in front of Leng Nanxian. Leng Nanxian didn't even look at her, just raised his chin: "Put it in my hand, then go to the medicine box and take the largest jasper medicine bottle, and open the bottle. Plug and immerse all the silver needles into the potion inside."

An Sheng did as he was told, half squatted down, and stood in front of Leng Nanxian, looking up at the movements in his hands.

Leng Nanxian took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped his fingertips slowly and meticulously.

Only then did Member Xia dare to interject and ask: "Master Leng, do you see this little girl's disease?"

"It's not a big problem." Leng Nanxian said without hesitation: "When I give acupuncture for Ling Qianjin to clear the veins, the prescription can be taken as usual. However, Ling Qianjin's condition depends on three-point treatment and seven-point nourishment, and I have to add more on weekdays. Notice."

Xia Zixian had already turned her back with the help of the maid, lay her face on the bed sideways, and looked at Leng Nanxian earnestly: "Master Leng, I think you were refreshed after the last injection. It is actually many times better than that medicine. I heard that acupuncture is actually easier to cure than taking medicine. Zixian does not dare to have a cold-blooded doctor, can you please help me with acupuncture and moxibustion? "

Leng Nanxian paused while wiping his hands, and said in a cold voice, "No need, acupuncture is only to dredging the veins, not to cure the symptoms, but not the root cause. The root of your disease lies in nourishing the kidney qi, expelling wind, and saving the spleen. Can reach."

Xia Zixian still didn't give up: "But if they are treated together and complement each other, wouldn't it be more effective?"

Leng Nanxian turned his eyes, looked at An Sheng, and instructed, "Come and explain to your sister."

An Sheng couldn't help but be stunned, should I explain? Explain what? how to explain?

Where is Xia Zixian's relapse of an old disease? It's clearly because the drunkard's intention is not drinking, and he has lovesickness towards you Leng Nanxian. You can't get rid of it yourself, so what do you implicate me in?

Still need an explanation? Isn't it because you're such a big, cold doctor that you don't want to provoke a troublesome spirit like Xia Zixian?

Before she could refuse, Leng Nanxian glared at her coldly, a little fierce, and swallowed the words she was about to say.

"That, this, that... hasn't my sister always been most afraid of needles?"

"My sister is not sick, so naturally she doesn't know how hard it is to be sick. It's hard to get the help of a cold doctor, and she is eager to recover. As long as she can recover as soon as possible, it's okay to suffer some pain."

An Sheng felt at a loss for words and didn't know how to deal with it, so he said nonsense: "My sister doesn't know, this acupuncture method is good, it can reconcile Yin and Yang, and dredge the veins. But it is not the more the better, especially this Fengchi, Baihui, etc. Acupuncture points are often stimulated by acupuncture, which will allow foreign evils to invade, so there is no way to do anything.”

Member Xia looked at An Sheng suspiciously: "How did you know?"

An Sheng was originally a gibberish, and when asked, he was suddenly dumbfounded, not knowing how to quibble.

Leng Nanxian explained indifferently: "Master Xia, Ling Qianjin is quite talented in medicine, and even Leng is ashamed of himself."