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The breeze blew gently, and the bamboos rustled softly. In the forest, a soft and misty white mist flowed slowly.

In the mist, there stood a graceful figure in white clothes that looked whiter than snow, with a fairy-like aura and a faint glow of divine light. That figure had a majestic and rich aura.

After a while, an ethereal and distant voice rang out, striking the soul.

"Xunfeng."

Liu Siyuan, who had been stunned for a long while, cried with unbelievable joy when he heard this voice. Then he knelt on the ground with a plop and said devoutly and respectfully: "Master... Master!"

His voice was trembling slightly with excitement (even though he tried very hard to control it), "Master, after all these years, you finally...finally came back...disciple..."

Liu Siyuan fell headfirst, which scared the servant terribly.

He helped his master up while crying, "Master, Master, please wake up quickly, someone come, someone come quickly, the master has fainted."

His shout immediately alarmed the entire Shangshu Mansion. Liu Siyuan was so precious in the Shangshu Mansion that soon, all the servants and maids put down their work and surrounded him.

Some of the smarter ones had already run to call the palace doctor.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the old lady and the minister's wife arrived one after another. The old lady wiped her tears, calling her darling, and scolded the people who followed her for being careless. If anything happened to her precious grandson, they would be beaten and sold.

The court doctor did not dare to delay. After receiving the news, he immediately packed his medicine box and rushed to the scene of the accident.

After Liu Siyuan fainted, the servant did not dare to move him and just held him in his arms. The doctor Sun Baishu saw the young master the most in the Shangshu Mansion. After arriving, he diagnosed the disease as usual.

But this time was different from the past. Sun Baishu tried his best, using all his skills, and even wanted to check the pulse of both hands and feet, but he could not find anything abnormal.

"Doctor Sun, how is my grandson?"

From the moment Sun Baishu started taking her grandson's pulse, Old Lady Liu held her breath and stared, her eyes never leaving her grandson's pulse.

But seeing that Sun Baishu had been busy for a long time without saying a word, and his expression became more and more solemn, her worry level soared to the point of bursting.

Seeing the old lady asking questions, Sun Baishu broke out in a cold sweat, but he didn't have the guts to lie about his illness. He stretched out his sleeve to wipe the beads of sweat on his forehead and stammered.

"Replying to the old lady, although I am ignorant, judging from the pulse, the young master is fine. Even his usual weakness has improved a bit."

"waste!"

The usually kind-hearted old lady was so concerned that she cursed, "If nothing happened, my dear grandson, why don't you wake up?"

"Yes, I am incompetent, but judging from the pulse..."

"Alright, move my grandson to the couch in the inner room. It's so hot in the sun, if he gets sunburned again, be careful of your skin."

"Don't be angry, old lady. Since Si'er is fine, you don't have to worry. It's important to take care of yourself.

What are you guys still standing there for? Hurry up and help Doctor Sun to move the young master into the house."

The Shangshu's wife felt sorry for her son, but the old lady couldn't rush her to do anything bad, so she comforted the old lady while ordering the servants to work.

"Yes Yes Yes."

Sun Baishu responded repeatedly, saying that even though he couldn't treat Liu Siyuan, there would be no problem if he moved him.

Soon, Liu Siyuan was moved to the cool Xiangfei bamboo couch. As soon as he lay down, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and his tightly closed eyes trembled slightly, and he seemed to be in pain.

This scene made the old lady's tears, which had just been wiped away, flow again.

Liu Siyuan's eyes are extremely beautiful, as sparkling as an unfathomable pool of spring water, deep and mysterious, as if containing the stars and the sea.

But it was also these eyes that brought him endless pain.

"The master is here."

The maid waiting outside the door saw Minister Liu and informed the old lady and his wife inside.

Everyone in the room seemed to have found a backbone and immediately perked up. The Shangshu's wife wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and hurried out to greet them.

"Master, Yuan'er..."

"Don't say any more, I know everything. Taoist Priest, please!"

Minister Liu was still wearing court robes, and it was obvious that he came here directly after the court session, without even having time to change his clothes.

Behind him, there followed a thin and scruffy-haired Taoist priest.

The reason why he was called Zamao was because of his gray and mottled hair, which was randomly tied into a bun on top of his head. It was not known whether his hair was too hard or he had not had it combed for several days, but the hair around the bun was sticking out in all directions, like a hedgehog with its hair blown off.

The dark blue Taoist robe was washed white, old but still clean, and the whisk in his hand was so shabby that only a few hairs were left. Even so, he still threw the whisk away in a casual manner and bowed to the old lady with one hand.

"I am Qingfeng, a humble Taoist. I am honored to meet you, old lady. May you live a long and healthy life."

Old people are wise, ghosts are smart. Old Mrs. Liu has not lived in vain. As the wife of the first wife, she has seen a lot of people and things. Her eyes have long been like top-grade crane's head red, very poisonous.

Taoist Qingfeng, although his appearance (small eyes, not only unpresentable, but even a little sloppy and mean) is quite different from his fairy-like name.

But the occasional flash of spirit in his small and narrow eyes made Old Lady Liu conclude that this Taoist priest was at least quite capable.

Maybe he can really save his precious grandson.

She stood up and saluted Qingfeng Taoist without caring about anything else. "Old Immortal, I am the Buddha of Infinite Life. Please forgive me for disturbing your meditation. My grandson is already weak. Now... I hope you can save him."

"Yes, Taoist priest, my son...even the doctors in the palace are helpless." After the Shangshu's wife said this, tears rolled down her face again.

This son was hard-won, and although the rich families love their eldest son, she loved this hard-won child especially. She did not avoid suspicion and waited by Liu Siyuan's bedside.

"Mother, Madam, please be patient. Taoist Qingfeng is Taoist Mingyue's senior brother. With him here, Yuaner will be safe."

As soon as Minister Liu left the palace after the court session, he was blocked by his own housekeeper. After hearing the whole story, he hurried home in a hurry.

The boat was broken and encountered a headwind. The carriage, which had always been in good condition, broke down halfway. Just like the last time, he met the senior brother of the crazy Taoist priest who gave him the pen, Taoist priest Qingfeng.

Qingfeng seemed to know what Minister Liu was worried about, and without wasting any words, he stated in a few words that they were fellow apprentices and that he could cure the Liu family's young master's illness.

Minister Liu was skeptical, but as his son was critically ill, he could not afford to waste time and brought the Taoist back to give it a try, just in case it worked.

On this side, Taoist Qingfeng had already walked to the front of the couch. He stared at Liu Siyuan for a moment, and a barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

"Young Master Liu is fine, but his eye disease has recurred. I will give him a few injections to relieve his pain."

The Liu family members were secretly surprised. Liu Siyuan had an eye disease since birth. He looked normal during the day, but could not see at night. And every full moon night, he would feel unbearable pain, sometimes so painful that he would bleed.