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

He was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he just looked at the prince and the imperial doctor blankly, "Brother prince, is my grandfather going to kill me?"

Brother Prince hugged him and comforted him like a gentle big brother next door, "Xiao Lin, don't be afraid, don't be afraid. Brother Prince is here and Brother Prince will protect you. Don't think too much, General Ye won't That’s what you did.”

As Hua Fushu listened, she was shocked by this incident. The old general really did such an unscrupulous thing as killing his grandson. She was glad that Ye Zelin didn't eat cakes at that time, otherwise she would have no husband.

She wished she could put the old general into a frying pan and fry him a hundred or eighty times, but she didn't feel like she could relieve her hatred. At this moment, she understood why Ye Zelin was sometimes so hostile to the old general, and also understood the reason why Ye Zelin and his grandfather were not on good terms. No one could easily forgive a grandfather who wanted to kill her.

Ye Zelin has been respectful to the old general all these years. How did he show such respect to the person who wanted to kill him?

After being angry, Hua Fushu calmed down and maintained her due rationality. These days, she has witnessed the care and love the old general has shown Lonely Lanxi. It is true that the old general is domineering, stubborn and domineering, and his concern for the younger generation is not fake.

She said, "Zelin, are you sure? Your grandfather really did it."

"I checked this matter. Grandpa prepared the cakes for my mother to send to the palace." Ye Zelin once asked his mother. Mrs. Ouyang said that the cakes were made by Aunt Zhou, who was one of my grandfather's people. Apart from his grandfather, There will be no one else to call Aunt Zhou around. He also tested Aunt Zhou. Aunt Zhou didn’t know about this. It was probably Grandpa who poisoned the pastries himself.

Hua Fushu asked: "Does father and mother know about this?"

"My parents don't know, I didn't tell them." Ye Zelin said, and then told Hua Fushu, "You stay away from your grandfather in the future, and don't get too close to him."

Hua Fushu never liked the old general very much and couldn't get close to him at all.

She said, "I know. I know the reason why you and the old man are not getting along. Then why does the old man hate you so much? It's not because he dislikes his mother as his daughter-in-law and hates you so much that he wants to kill you. You are his My grandson."

The real reason why Ye Zelin hated the old general was the cake incident, and the reason why the old general wanted to kill him was not so clear to him. He just felt that his grandfather's hatred of him might be related to an incident that happened when he was a child.

That year, Ye Songyan accidentally ate croton and suffered from diarrhea. His grandfather thought that he had poisoned his younger brother, so he locked him up in confinement, deprived him of food and drink, and released a wild cat to scare him. The wild cat was vicious and scratched him all over. If the eldest brother hadn't returned home, learned about this, brought him out, and asked a doctor to treat him, it's hard to say whether he would have been bitten to death by a wild cat.

At that time, my eldest father was in Xicui, and my mother returned to my grandfather's house to take care of her illness. No one knew how scared he was at that time, how he survived the long night, and because he had been scratched by a cat. shadow.

Later, Mrs. Ouyang found out about this and had a big quarrel with the old general. This was the first time Ye Zelin had ever seen his mother and grandfather quarrel.

After Ye Shiheng settled the war and returned to Beijing, he also looked for the old general, but the result was that the father and son separated on bad terms.

Hua Fushu said angrily: "Is it because of this that the old man doesn't like you everywhere?"

Ye Zelin sighed, "You don't have to feel sorry for me. It's hard to say whether we are close or not in this world. Some people are not related by blood but are very close to each other, and some people are just like strangers even though they are blood relatives. I treat my grandfather respectfully, but it's just It's just a matter of etiquette and face. Even without the pastry and croton noodles, it would have been impossible for me and my grandfather to get close. It's not just me. In fact, my grandfather is not very close to my eldest brother, because my eldest brother is the eldest son, and my grandfather has some expectations for him. Ruhua She was favored by her grandfather because she looked like his late grandmother, and his grandfather transferred his thoughts about his grandmother to Ruhua, but when it comes to his grandfather's interests, Ruhua is not the most important."

Isn’t this promotion the best example?

Hua Fushu approached Ye Zelin, held his arm, and stared at Ye Zelin with a pair of almond-shaped eyes. She said sincerely, "Zelin, my grandfather doesn't like you, but I also like you."

Ye Zelin rubbed Hua Fushu's little head and smiled fondly: "Yes, and you like me."

When he was a child, he hoped that his grandfather would like him as much as he liked his younger siblings. When his expectations turned into disappointment, he never expected his grandfather to like him anymore.

He has parents who love him, a charming sister, an upright but unsmiling brother, a steady and capable sister-in-law, and a loving wife, which is enough.

God was so lucky to him.

……

As September passes, the weather gradually gets colder, and the chrysanthemums transplanted at the base of the wall of Guanyong Pavilion begin to wither, and the curled petals are scattered on the black soil, turning into spring mud.

Ye Zelin went out early and came back late to study hard. Hua Fushu was afraid that Ye Zelin's cold air would enter his body, so he prescribed a foot soaking prescription. There were a lot of people coming to Xinglin Medical Center for medical treatment recently, and there were not enough commonly used medicinal materials. She was embarrassed to get medicine at Xinglin Medical Center, so she went to a medicine store to buy medicine on her way back.

Hua Fushu gathered up her plum-red cloak embroidered with treasure patterns and entered the medicine store. She saw the shopkeeper lying on the counter and taking a nap. She woke up the shopkeeper and said, "Shopkeeper, shopkeeper."

The shopkeeper was a man in his twenties, wearing a Garo-colored t-shirt. He slowly opened his eyes when he heard the voice. He looked at Hua Fushu sleepily, stood up and said, "Are you buying medicine, ma'am?"

Hua Fushu nodded, and her eyes suddenly glanced at the roll of Mengzi on the counter. She gave the recipe to the shopkeeper, "Yes. Shopkeeper, please make ten copies of my recipe."

The shopkeeper took the prescription, glanced at it, turned to look at a row of medicine buckets, opened a medicine bucket and took a look. It was empty, and said to Hua Fushu: "There is no ginger, and there is not enough mugwort. Madam, wait a moment, there is still more in the backyard." There is some ginger and mugwort, which is enough for ten posts. I will come back as soon as I go down."

Hua Fushu nodded.

The shopkeeper went to the backyard to get ginger and mugwort. As soon as he left, someone came in. This man was a young man, wearing a green gown and a bamboo hat, with a veil covering his face. He could not be seen clearly under the dim candlelight. Face.

This person is Bai Xingjian, and he is also Han Xingjian, the youngest son of Han Tuizhi, the former Yin of Luoyang.

After his trip to Yuezhou, he went to Luoyang to inquire about his life experience. When he returned to the Fuyin mansion where he lived with his parents and brothers, he felt a sense of familiarity, and many lost memories emerged in his mind. He remembered He remembered the names of his parents and brothers, and remembered that his adoptive father had taken him away.

He didn't remember much. The only thing he was sure of was that he was Han Xingjian, not Bai Xingjian!

Hua Fushu turned her head and saw that the man in Qingli gown was holding the Qingming Sword, and she knew that this man was Han Xingjian.

"I wonder what Mr. Han is doing when he comes here."

Han Xingjian said coldly: "Aren't you waiting for my answer?"