The lady who is a miracle doctor arrives and makes the general blush and his heart beats

Yu Xuanji glanced at the ledger, "You searched Wuyuan Temple, but you didn't find the ledger. Someone should have taken the ledger before you, or even before the murderer, and the person who took the ledger should be Feiyan Ling's owner. As for the owner of Feiyan Ling, I think it probably has something to do with Qinzhou."

Lao Qiao and Yu Chisu said almost at the same time: "Mei Zong?"

According to the news from Yu Xuanji, Ye Zelin had a general understanding of Mei Zong. He could sum it up in just a few words. It was not simple. He smiled and said: "Mo Yue is Mei Zong. Mei Zong can both make money and win over others." Talents, we found them first. They sent the account books, which proved their innocence. And with Mei Zong's ability, it is not difficult to find the account books. It is not convenient for Jianghu to interfere in government affairs, so they sent the account books. That’s what I mean.”

Yu Xuanji glanced at Ye Zelin and said with a smile: "Young General, why don't you let the news out and lure the snake out of its hole to catch the turtle in the urn."

Ye Zelin said: "This is a good plan, so I followed it." He glanced at the account book in Yu Xuanji's hand, turned his eyes slightly, and said, "Master Yu, how about you leave the account book here with me?"

Yu Xuanji glanced at Ye Zelin thoughtfully before giving him the account book, "Please keep it well."

Ye Zelin put the account book into the wooden box, "Don't worry, Mr. Yu, Zelin will protect the account book."

Several people discussed how to spread the news, how many manpower to secretly deploy, how many guards to add, etc. After the discussion, Ye Zelin returned to the room with the account book. At this time, Hua Fushu was practicing calligraphy. Seeing him come in, Hua Fushu hurriedly collected the writing. The paper was half a word too big. Seeing this, Ye Zelin asked: "What is written that I can't read?"

Hua Fushu rolled up the paper and said, "I was practicing my calligraphy and my writing was broken."

Ye Zelin looked at the paper she had rolled up and stretched out a palm, "Let me take a look."

Hua Fushu shook his head, and Ye Zelin said again: "Let me have a look."

She hesitated for a moment before giving the paper ball to Ye Zelin. Ye Zelin unfolded the ball of paper and looked at it carefully, but Hua Fushu saw him frowning and his face turned red with embarrassment, thinking that he would laugh at her ugly handwriting just like Bao Changzhou. Ever since Bao Changzhou made a joke about her calligraphy, she practiced calligraphy every day, but no matter how hard she practiced, she made no progress. She thought that if she persevered, she would make progress if she kept practicing.

However, she did not hear Ye Zelin's joke. Ye Zelin said: "The writing is still clear, but the strokes are a little crooked." He put the paper on the table, pointed to the words on it, and corrected her, "This word is written too hard. Some, the strokes should be from heavy to light..."

Hua Fushu listened to her husband's corrections carefully like a student. Seeing her serious look, Ye Zelin recalled a faint message. It was just a pointer. He took a new piece of paper and put it in front of her, and said softly: "Write Let me take a look at the word 'Yong'. Once the word 'Yong' is written, everything else is written well. This is the method left by Wang Youjun, which is called the Eight Methods of 'Yong'."

He picked up the pen and lit the ink, gave the pen to Hua Fushu, then stood up and walked around behind her, looked at the white paper spread out, and said, "Write."

Hua Fushu looked sideways at him, her round almond eyes a little pitiful, "Do you really want to write it? Can you not write it?"

Ye Zelin looked at her with a slight arc, and for a moment the flowers bloomed with excitement. Unexpectedly, he actually said: "Write it for me."

Hua Fushu had no choice but to write the word 'forever', but she was so nervous that she couldn't stand the word 'forever' that she wrote without saying it. There was only one word in her mind, ugly, ugly, ugly...

Ye Zelin glanced at it and said calmly: "Fortunately, it's better than I expected."

Huh? It shouldn't be like this.

Wait, what does he mean? What does it mean to be better than imagined.

Hua Fushu said slightly, "What do you mean?"

Without explaining, Ye Zelin held her hand holding the pen and wrote one word on the paper while she was panicking: "Yong should be written like this, dot is side, horizontal is strangle, vertical is crossbow, hook is crotch, and lift is To make a strategy, to skim is to plunder, to skim short is to peck, to hold back is to chop."

He let go of her hand and asked, "Do you understand?"

Hua Fushu took a long time to recover, nodded and said: "I understand, my father and husband have taught me what I have learned before, but I didn't stick to it."

Ye Zelin asked casually: "Why didn't you persist?"

Hua Fushu said: "If you don't practice well, you won't want to practice anymore."

Ye Zelin said again: "Then why do you have to think about practicing calligraphy this time?"

Hua Fushu lowered his head, "I was laughed at by the patient's family members."

Ye Zelin probably understood: "It seems that you were quite good when I wasn't around."

Hua Fushu looked proud: "That's natural."

Ye Zelin put the wooden box away and took "Guiguzi" from his pillow to read, while Hua Fushu continued to practice calligraphy.

In the evening, the two of them faced an important problem: going to bed. Hua Fu glanced at Ye Zelin, who had just washed himself, and wondered whether he should share a bed with Sanqiao. No matter when they were at the General's house or at Wuyin Ouyang's house, she and Ye Zelin always slept on a bed and a low couch. There was only one bed in this room, and there was no extra mat for the floor. She said: "Why don't I go to Sanqiao's place?"

Ye Zelin only glanced at her but did not answer her. He took a round pillow from the cabinet and threw it on the inside of the bed. He placed a book of "The Book of Songs" in the middle and said to Hua Fushu: "You and I are husband and wife, and we sleep in separate rooms." Not to make anyone suspicious, this is not a general's mansion, so you have to make do with it, use the book as the boundary, and you are not allowed to cross the boundary. If you cross the boundary, go and lay the floor."

Hua Fushu glanced at him twice, then nodded, got on the couch and turned her back to Ye Zelin, sleeping on the inside. This was the second time they shared the same bed. The first time was because of his father's design. She thought he had done something to her. What made her panic and angry, but this time she was nervous, and her heartbeat couldn't help but accelerate. Naturally, she wasn't worried about what Ye Zelin would do to her. She just felt that this was a bit sudden. Why did Ye Zelin let her stay in this room? She had already proposed to go to Sanqiao's place. He just had to follow the trend.

Suddenly he remembered that Ye Zelin had said before that he would not fall in love with her, and the nervousness gradually calmed down.

She felt that Ye Zelin was the kind of person who was gentle and jade-like on the surface but actually cold on the inside. But she didn't believe that Ye Zelin was the kind of hard-hearted person. One day she would let this man know what a shame it was to look down on her. mistake!

It was quiet, and Hua Fushu thought Ye Zelin had fallen asleep, so he closed his eyes and was about to fall asleep. Unexpectedly, Ye Zelin suddenly said: "Fushu, Mr. Yu is a man of erudition and proficiency in calligraphy and chess. He is not a humorous person, but he is You are not a rotten and dull person. Don’t you want to practice calligraphy? If you go to his place more these days and let him give you some advice, you will gain more knowledge.”

Hua Fushu was slightly startled, but she probably understood his intention. He kept the account book with him in order to lure Bai Yanlang, and he was worried about her safety, so he let her go to Yu Xuanji's place, just pretending that he didn't know anything. He responded lightly.