No Worries about Food and Medicine

The Baihua Street where the Spring Breeze House is located is the most magnificent place in Xin'an County. The literati and elegant guests are also very good to gather. Weeping city west, this is the real wealth.

On the whole street, it belongs to the Spring Breeze House, which is the most stylish. The large gold-red plaque is hung on the head. Above it are the four characters of "Spring Breeze" carved according to the handwriting of the former champion, painted with bright lacquer gold.

Several little fellows greeted guests at the door, and one of them saw Yu Jinnian and greeted them with a smile.

These waiters have always been watching dishes and serving dishes. Recently, Yu Jinnian has made Shaodong's family uncomfortable and put it on the backside. Shaodong's family should have asked someone to drive him out, but these days it was just noisy. The posts were all sent as usual-Xiao Du Nao's melon seeds were polished and thought, it seemed that this little boss Yu was quite favored by the owners and opened his mouth to flatter and said: "Return to Dao Yu boss is not coming, you are walking, the inside is early The time was full of excitement. There is new Guhua tea, which is so fragrant. Here is a pot for you! "

Guhua tea is a kind of Pu'er tea. Sishui tea that passes through the rainy season in Yunnan is the dry valley all over the mountains, and the gold is scattered on the ground, reflecting the sunny and refreshing sunshine. Su Ping pinch, boiling soup Yingzhan. Compared with the first spring tea in Dachun, the taste is a little lighter, but it is also pure and elegant in fragrance, not strong and not sick, and slowly looks like the fresh breeze from the empty valley.

In the spring breeze, the Linglingsi bamboo was played in the building, but only the sound was heard, but no one was seen. It was hidden behind a six-season screen of four seasons flowers and birds. Each child was a delicate young lady, holding Ruan, Yue and Pipa on her knees. , Sing in a clear voice.

Today's furnishings are also very different from those of the previous days. If in the past, the Spring Breeze House is the most flamboyant and secular restaurant, then the Spring Breeze House today is the most elegant Yashe teahouse, with high tables and sitting tables in the hall. , It is a difference to show identity. Some people with a little face and face are sitting on the second floor window sitting on the couch, clustered a few squares, leaning on the street to enjoy the scenery, holding tea to sing poetry, and the rest of the identity is not so heavy. The bitter literati who came to gather together, surrounded the high table downstairs in twos and threes, expressing their depression.

As soon as the two of them entered the door, several eyes glued together, not Yu Jinnian, but Ji Hong who was behind him.

The circle of literati is small, they are all pretentious masters, holding a face that does not want to stubborn power, but with a wanton gossip heart-No one like Ji Hong has ever appeared in Xin'an County. In the circle, and regardless of this talent, this whole-body charm alone has overshadowed the style of the building.

But after searching around, no one knew who Ji Hong was.

Seeing that Ji Hong couldn't figure out anything, Yu Jinnian, who seemed insignificant next to Shangpang, picked up the next round.

Someone recognized him: "Isn't that a young doctor invited by the Yang family?"

Xu was beside Ji Hong, even with Yu Jinnian, but also a little extravagant. After a few glances, the others echoed with a smile and said, "Hey, isn't it, really has the qualities of a doctor, like a fairy head Down boy. "

Yu Jinnian only raised his head, waved the fan he wrote to him, and listened to them drinking tea and smiling: "The one next to it is a real fairy."

"..." Sure enough, it is the standard ending. Compared with Ji Hong, is he not a good-fortune boy under someone's seat? Just the point of the immortal qi that he just saw through his eyesight, was still leaked to him by Ji Hong. .

The little man led them to a corner upstairs, which was also covered by a fan screen, lining the sides of the screen indistinctly, and obliquely seeing the pink tender skirts of the plucked young ladies. Short and square, stacked with two idle books in the background, a set of lotus-colored snowflake glaze teacups, a bamboo leaf incense, and a plain table cover on the sides, hanging on all sides tassel.

Yu Jinnian saw that he was short, and his head suddenly hurt. He looked at the people on the high table enviously. After waiting for a second time, Ji Hong had “sit down” properly and his shoes neatly fell on the short tread. Or this should not be called "sit", it should be called kneeling-the knee is pressed under the leg, the hip tip is against the heel, the front and back pieces are spread neatly and smoothly, the chest is straight, the pride is not arrogant, let the season Hong looks like a newly planted little green pine.

The little man found them such a place, Xu Yi meant to lift them up, but Yu Jinnian couldn't bear this filial piety, sitting on his legs for three or two moments, he felt uncomfortable and twisted like A twig flower.

Ji Hong gave him a glance, "Has worms on his waist?"

Where did Yu Jinnian suffer such a crime, let him sit on his knees like this, it is better to tell him to go to the kitchen to wash the dishes, so when he heard Ji Hong joke like him, he did not even want to go down the steps even more, and the twist became worse. Sorrowful face said: "It is a worm, a big worm! You feel it, your legs are bitten off!"

He was mocking himself, but Ji Hong really reached out and touched it on his waist, and said, "It's indeed a worm, just call someone to fight."

"..." Yu Jinnian was speechless and waved his hand with anger. There was a light and elegant Ji Hong in front of him. How could he be ashamed of the other party, so he shrugged his shoulders and tried to stand upright.

Ji Hong pursed his lips and looked at where he was sitting, clearly being punished, and said, "Well, sit free, don't break your leg."

Hearing this, it was like having an amnesty, Yu Jinnian smiled and stretched out his legs from under his body, one sitting cross-legged and one sitting on the edge of the couch. The little man was holding the freshly prepared Guhua Pu'er tea, and came up with two plates of sweet snacks. Seeing Yu Jinnian sitting like a rural village man, he felt a trace of disgust unconsciously on his face, but he had such a thought. Then, I saw the man with your son's name next to him tapping the table with his fingertips, and coldly turned his palm outward.

Such gestures are more common, this is the Hakka dissatisfaction, tell him to go down, do not have to wait again. Such a flicking gesture reveals some arrogance of your family. Because he is not clear about Ji Hong ’s identity, he is very upset immediately, bowing his panic and fearing to take a few steps back and out of the screen with a smile, Never dare to come up and talk again.

Yu Jinnian was eating snacks one by one, as if he was checking the results, seeking something, and doing one's duty, which kind of meringue is too loose, and which fillings are too sweet, he remembered them one by one in order to bring them back to explain Cook, sitting cross-legged and tired after a while, he stretched his feet straight, passed under the short table, and pushed straight to Ji Hong.

Ji Hongben was also not interested in such a so-called scribe meeting, but simply accompanied the teenager to sit down, so he quietly turned over and read the book. These are the two books of the sages who could make Yu Jinnian sleep dull, and he couldn't help thinking of the teenager The serious expression when endorsing, in short, turned the book under his hands, in fact did not read it.

Suddenly, he felt a living creature digging in under the clothes. He was startled and reached for it. It was actually a thin instep, wrapped in a soft layer of white woven socks.

Yu Jinnian was just looking for a place to relax and relax his legs. At this time, the foot was suddenly held by someone, and it was also a moment of surprise. He looked back subconsciously and saw that no one noticed that the two of them were slightly relieved, but they still felt palpitations. , Afraid of being seen, trying to draw his feet back, whispered: "You ... pay attention ..." He wanted to say something more strict, but when he got to his mouth, he knotted it. Urgent complaint.

"Hey--!" Yu Jinnian tried to call him, but he suddenly froze.

The hand that originally covered the instep slowly moved down a little, holding the round bones protruding from both sides of his ankle. He didn't move because he felt itchy. It wasn't the itch of a mosquito's bite, but it was tingling faintly, rushing up the bone like that.

He remembered that he had received a young female patient in his previous life, and it came from a low back pain. He usually suggested that he needed to be palpated and checked. The patient embarrassedly asked him to be lighter. He said that his waist was sensitive and could not be touched by others. itch.

At that time, I didn't understand this feeling, but I thought it was the patient's excessive exaggeration. Today, Ji Hong rubbed his feet, and suddenly had a similar experience. It was a very novel feeling, which made people feel thrilled while throbbing.

Yu Jinnian secretly went to see Ji Hong with his head down, and saw the man's face was pale, still holding a book with one hand freely, if not the spread of the clothes and the fine tassels hanging down on the surface of the couch covered the view of the bottom of the table, who One can know that the opposite-looking handsome gentleman is doing the "indecent" thing of touching the ankles of his own under the clothes.

The jade-colored clothes lined Yu Jinnian's face and skin, making him more blushing, like being bullied, Ji Hongping raised his eyes and turned the book in his hand to Yu Jinnian, leaning forward slightly, pointing to the middle A line said: "How do you pronounce it?"

It ’s an old poem from a predecessor, but Yu Jinnian ’s heart was n’t on it. His feet were caught in Ji Hong ’s hands. At first he was still curious about this feeling. Later, the whole foot was trembling with itch, and his eyes were silent. Pleading for Ji Hong to release him soon.

Ji Hong pinched the depression under the round bone of his ankle and asked him coyly: "How do I read it, eh?"

Yu Jinnian was very pitiful. He swallowed two saliva, so he quickly picked up the book, looked at it carefully, and whispered: "Hongyan is in the cloud fish in the water, melancholy this feeling ... Um, hard to send? Well, quick loose Drive me ... "

Ji Hong asked again: "What does it mean?"

Where did Yu Jinnian know? He looked forward again, and saw that it was "red-faced small print, and said to make the business as smooth as possible", and he was stunned for a moment. This is a poem of love, and it's a love word! What a melancholy is a melancholy, what a love is, where are the wild geese and where are the fishes, who send a deep sadness for whom. He closed the book and threw it back into Ji Hong's arms, confessing: "I don't understand!"

"Really understand?" Ji Hong asked with a smile.

Yu Jinnian stuffed a small piece in his mouth, pretending to have no time to talk to him, and grabbed his feet back.

The two were fighting openly and secretly under the table, but Shi Shiran walked into the young man behind the screen. The scholar looked like a man wrapped in a towel, with a book in his hand. The poems with the phrase "red note" began to talk to them in a familiar way. Although they talked about poems, it was just that this person kept mumbling, but Ji Hong looked at each other coldly.

Having said that, the young scribe smiled to Ji Hong again: "Just looking at the poetry and forgetting to introduce, I will be strict and honoured ... Ask your surname Taifu?"

Because the voice distracted Ji Hong's attention, Yu Jinnian finally freed his feet. The atmosphere of talking with the teenagers was spoiled by people talking to themselves. Ji Hong didn't give a face and scribbled: "The villager is not enough."

"..." Yan Rong talked for a long time, but he was refuted by Ji Hong's "insufficient teeth", and it seemed that he was hot with a cold **** on his face, and his face was black, and he sucked. With a sigh of relief, his eyes drooped for a while, and saw that a thin leg shrunk back from under the clothes of this beautiful son, vaguely seeing the white socks half faded, and hung tragically on the instep.

He was speechless in surprise, actually forgetting what he had to say before, only staring at the white socks that Yu Jinnian had not been able to hide for a long while, then he thought of the poem they had discussed before, "Small script", "explain", "worry".

Both of them seem to have faces and faces. I heard that the younger one is still a famous local doctor, and he is not an actress. He is a decent person who reads books. Even he ... Huo Ran realized that his ears and cheeks were red and shamed Then, I just felt that the white **** was so painful that I did n’t know what to swear for a long time. I just slammed my sleeve and walked away.

After he went out, Ji Hong said warmly: "Put the socks on." The socks were pulled down accidentally when the teenager was just struggling.

Yu Jinnian "oh", secretly put on the white socks: "Don't do this next time, outside ..."

Ji Hong only laughed.

That Yan Rong returned to his sitting couch, already surrounded by three equally arrogant young masters, one of whom was naturally the young master of Jiang Fengren, Jiang Bingren. Seeing Yan Rong angry, he pulled back his auricle in red, and knew that he had eaten deflated at Yu Jinnian, and he laughed secretly in his heart.

Fang Cai and others asked him about the son of Ji. They also had some superficial contact with the Yang family. Later, they also secretly heard about the big man whose name is Ji Youmo, which is the real pride of the kind. The language is unclear, but in short, like Yan Rong's father, he relied on speculation and flattery to squeeze into the upper level of the little official's house. He had advised Yan Rongmo to ask for the ice face of others in the past. The other party refused to listen and had to eat such a bite of ice ball.

Jiang Bingren was eating tea, fanning his golden fan watching a joke. A group of tall guys who knew Yan Rong poured tea and asked him intimately: "Zirui, what can you talk about? Alright? "

Yan Rong did not speak, and the man smiled and said, "Should the name always be asked?"

"..." Yan Rong thought about it, and he made up for how they were under the table. The teenager looked at his shoes and socks, and who knew what was hard to put on his feet in his clothes! It's just so wild outside, no one knows how to pickle it! They are all good boys, which is not better than the handsome guys in Beijing, but is depraved Come, immediately hate iron not to be a steel way: "Bah ... filthy!"

Jiang Bingren was shocked. Why did he come up with the "dish" evaluation? Shouldn't he be the one who mocked him that season? Then I thought about it, as he saw in a bowl of noodle restaurants, I was afraid that it was not Ji Meiren who teased Yu's boss and was hit by Yan Zirui.

It is said that Yan Rong and Yan Zirui are different from his father. They are jealous and hateful. They hate to spend too much time on leisure. There are many poets who are more famous than him. Nothing, so no one wants to touch him, and he catches up with him, even if the county magistrate has grabbed his son, he wants to befriend him.

Jiang Bingren raised his hand to invite the little girl who passed the tea, and said a few words in his ear.

The little guy nodded, and then served a plate of refreshments from behind, into the screen, and the two boys on the couch were reading poetry next to each other. The short table was pushed aside, and the smaller one broke apart The lotus crisp, pink and white crisp bite between the crimson lips and teeth, obediently and skillfully. He glanced at it and lowered his head, presented a dessert plate, and whispered to Ji Hong: "Our Shaodong family would like to remind you that only then," he pointed to the direction of Yan Rong across the screen. . "

Ji Hong turned pages for Yu Jinnian, and said casually: "Strict son? How can I get here if I can't properly calibrate his books."

Xiao Xier appeared in a cold sweat, only seven or eight steps away from that Yan Zirui. This man even called the name of the servant of the Ministry of Military Affairs. He seemed to know Yan Zirui very well, knowing that he held the post of Xiaoshu Lang. Xiao Xiao swallowed and said, "It's said that I wished the old lady a birthday."

"Got it." Ji Hong waved his hand and sent Xiao Xiao down.

Before the little guy turned the screen, he heard a very gentle sentence "Don't eat that chummy snack and give some clear tea" behind him. He couldn't help but stunned his back and ran out quickly. It was all transferred to Jiang Bingren.

Jiang Bingren was also stunned, and Ji Hong's position in his heart had to be raised up a few layers. He was not curious about it, so he shook his fan and said, "Ji Gongzi is like this. It ’s not that light, just treat Nian Ge as a treasure. "

"Oh? The last name is Ji?" Said the tall son. "How do you call it?"

Jiang Bingren said: "Single name and one Hongzi, who knows the true and false, Xu is free to compile--"

With a bang, Yan Zirui was hit by a cup on the ground in front of him.

The tall son laughed at him: "What's the matter, Xiaoshu Lang?"

Yan Zirui was bored again, and no one ignored him. The tall son was bored and turned to see the gold fan in Jiang Bingren's hand. He said strangely, "This fan is fresh, look at you like a baby. Is it really the real story of Qingluan son? "

Jiang Bingren lifted his chest proudly: "Natural and natural! It came out of the Jumbo Pavilion in Jingzhong, and it can't be fake!"

The tall young man aroused interest and talked to him: "But did Jiang Jiang see that one?"

Jiang Bingren was embarrassed for a moment: "Here, this is not ..." He hurriedly changed the topic to help himself, asking Yan Zirui, "Isn't that the Qingluan Poetry Society this year, is that the man fighting? How, did he go? Did n’t go? Brother Yan, you know much in Beijing, what exactly does that Qingluan look like? "

The tall man also looked at Yan Rong and raised his ears in anticipation.

Yan Rong's face was wonderful. He held his mouth tight for a while, and then opened his mouth half a moment later, dumb and speechless. During that period, he looked back at the silhouette behind the screen.

Jiang Bingren said strangely: "Brother Yan always looks at what they do, and he doesn't get anything beautiful."

The tall young man thought Yan Rong was still indifferent to the other party's cold face, so he hurriedly flattered and flattered and sneered with pride: "That is, it wasn't the one who walked through the back door, Bai had a stick, but used Come **** a man's ass, so dirty that people don't see it. "

It is so strange nowadays that it is an interesting thing for officials to raise pedants, and they can take it out and complacently promote their high status, and if anyone really wants to utter yin and yang and live with a man, it is contrary to human relations and to be rejected by others.

Neither the young son of the season nor the boss Yu seemed to be like a childish child, and naturally it only made people think of the latter.

It ’s just that it ’s so vulgar, even Jiang Bingren feels dirty. He covered a half of his face with a fan and bowed his head to drink his tea. Yan Rong, who wanted to blame the most for a while, suddenly looked all over, The new tea cup that Xiao Xiao just replaced was put heavily on the case and rebuked: "Shut up! What is this, it's humiliating!"

The tall man was startled by a stunned expression: "I ... what are you doing angry?"

Jiang Bingren blinked and blinked, seeing that there was a flame between the two, and he was busy to ease the atmosphere: "Mo is about to say something unpleasant. Brother Yan, let's talk to us about the blue-luan son, we are all curious! "

This is really a coincidence. Yan Rong really knows about the son of Qingluan. Not only that, but he also knows who Qingluan is, but ... he looked back at the screen, and he was suspicious in his heart. Dryly: "I haven't seen it, I haven't gone this year."

The tall man wrapped his stomach in depression, and smiled yin and yang strangely: "Bo Wen knows like a school book lang, and it is inevitable that there are one or two things that I don't know."

Yan Rong was very proud, and was very unhappy to be ridiculed by others. But this time it was spread to the young Qingluan son, he had to swallow this breath, and recognized this thorny words-after all, Qingluan The son is the story of Ji Shuluan, the youngest son of Li Guo's family. It's an anecdote that even the emperor is tight-lipped. How can he leak it from his mouth as a show off!

There are many people who know this, but most of them are bureaucrats and officials who are under one person. It is an anecdote between your family.

Li Guogong ’s young son is talented, but he is self-pretentious, and he rarely leaves the house. This is a well-known thing. Some senior officials who are close to Li Guogong ’s relationship often use this sneer to say Ji Yang. A son like a big girl.

Qingluan son actually came out from the mouth of the emperor.

At the time of the emperor's family banquet, he was invited by his relatives, Jin Qing and Zhao Zhongxin, and his father Yan Zhi was also fortunate to be invited. I saw Ji Gong during the banquet, and someone talked about the soft and weak young man in his family. Naturally, Min Xiang was mentioned in the naughty room. The emperor's interest was high, and when he was weak, he talked about it and asked Min Xuefei: "Xue Fei, what can you bet with me, you can still count? This year's Qingluan Poetry Society is coming soon. If you refuse to show up, then you are going to the palace to copy the scriptures for me! "

Everyone knows that the "honorary son of Qingluan", who was originally famous in the world, was actually created by Min Xuefei, the second son of Min's family, to discuss the poem of Ji's little son.

The emperor said nothing, and he lightly hammered his head, drunkenly blaming himself: "Oh, drunk, drunk, you shouldn't hear it! It's boring to say it!"

The drunken words of the emperor are also a sacred word, and no one dares to spread it, but everyone knows it.

Yan Rong was shocked for several days after learning about this from his father ’s mouth. He had been prejudiced against Ji Jiazi ’s so-called “talent”, thinking that it was nothing but flattery and flattery from the court and the courtesy of Li Guogong. Ji Shuluan, the young blue luan son whom he has always admired, was completely defeated.

Although he knew this matter, he was not honored to see the son of Ji Jiong. His father was strictly uplifted from other provinces, and he was based on Xia Jing. It was only three years, and he won the official this year. Xin'an, his hometown, moved to Beijing and lived with his father. Before Yan Rong had never seen this person, Ji Shuluan, and later the poem would approach, Ji family even heard the news of the son's violent disease, declined to see all foreigners, he even had no chance.

So, what exactly did Ji Shuluan look like, he didn't know. .

Only a few words of praise were heard from Min Xuefei ’s mouth, and a white, tall, and clean-looking image appeared in his mind, knowing that he had a single name and a big word.

It ’s strange that the son of Ji ’s family, Yu Shihui, suddenly got sick recently, and no one knows what the disease is. It ’s just a strange disease that is difficult to heal. What ’s even more strange is that Li Guogong did n’t rush to seek medical treatment and ask for medicine. The doctors in the house are followed, and it seems that they are not in a hurry. It was only after the emperor heard of this that he ordered the recruitment of well-known doctors to Beijing, which made Li Guogong's government feel critical.

But after seeing the disease for three or two months, the famous doctors were driven out of the house one by one, and the government of Li State suddenly deserted again, and even the emperor did n’t bother to bother. Both ends seemed calm and calm, but there were often Quickly enter and exit Li Guo Mansion.

Yan Rong once asked the doctors who had been driven out. One said it was a burst of yang qi, two said it was a loss of yin and essence, and three of them saw Ji Gongzi vomiting blood in his bed, and the quilt was red. Comes on the ground; also said that his pant is like a cow, and his limbs are cold as ice, and I am afraid that it can't even stand for three days; there are all kinds of weirdness, which makes people feel that Ji Gongzi is too pitiful, and the world is sick. It seemed that he was all over his body overnight ...

But now not to mention three days, it has been three months. Uncle Ji Luan of that season is still steadily ill, neither alive nor dead, and has not seen a famous doctor enter the hospital for treatment, it is a miracle.

Yan Rong picked up a few crispy peanuts in his hand and put it back in his mouth while looking back at the screen.

Inside that screen is also a young man with a flamboyant surname. His surname is Ji and his name is Hong. His skin is indeed very white and his face is really cold.

Ji Shuluan stayed in bed for months, and Ji Fu healed the patient without any hassle. Those who entered and exited Ji Fu's Kuai Ma post, the emperor's attitude was slow and slow, and you suddenly had a kind of attitude. Reasonable explanation.

——Maybe, Ji Shuluan is not sick, but ran away!

Yan Rong took a few photos of "Boom!", And Jiang Bingren was shocked by him, but he just wanted to talk. The peanuts in his mouth suddenly rolled into the throat and stuck in the airway. He suddenly stooped and coughed for a while, but instead of coughing out the peanuts, he sinks deeper in the airway.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh! Save, save ..." His face flushed instantly, his mouth wide open, his hands pinching his neck, his eyes staring extremely, and the blue muscles on his forehead were earned .

Jiang Bingren thought he was choking for tea and saw that he was so painful and nearly suffocated. Then he panicked and was frightened: "Brother Yan, what's wrong with you!

The tall boy next to him stood up and shouted, "Call doctor!"

"Oh doctor, doctor!" Jiang Bingren finally recovered and kicked a little servant in the vicinity anxiously. "You are still stunned, don't go quickly!"