I opened a medical clinic in ancient times

Pei Shu turned his head sideways, stared at his husband's proud eyes, raised his hand to grab the other's cheek, and said calmly, "It's sure to be exactly the same."

And unique.

"Do you want me to draw it for you now?" Pei Shu has a photographic memory, the original scenery of the misty and rainy lake is clearly remembered in his mind, even if he picks up the paintbrush to recreate the scenery of the misty and rainy lake , for him, it is by no means difficult.

"Draw now?... That's unnecessary..." Xue Qingling hugged Pei Shu's arm, looked around at the tourists around, leaned into Pei Shu's ear and whispered: "When I go back, I will draw a picture and give it to Xue Xiao Son."

Pei Shu chuckled softly: "So after all, you just want a painting from your husband?"

Xue Qingling let out a slightly excited "hmm".

Pei Shu pushed the other person's forehead with his finger, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and his eyes were a little doting, "You don't need to beat around the bush if you want these, just ask directly, let alone a picture, it is a hundred A picture, my husband can draw it for you."

Young Master Xue was very considerate, he leaned over to Mr. Pei and squeezed his shoulders attentively, and served him in various ways, "How can a hundred paintings be done? Wouldn't that be too tiring for my husband, and Young Master Xue is not greedy." , just ten."

As soon as the words fell, two small dimples appeared on Xue Qingling's face, looking like a beautiful husband who I am very considerate and caring for, and is not greedy at all.

Pei Shu: "..."

Shizhang also pushed his nose to his face.

One piece becomes ten pieces, so beautiful for you.

"What? Could it be that husband, you don't mean what you say, and you broke your promise and became fat."

"No, where do you plan to put the ten paintings? My calligraphy and paintings are already hanging in the study at home..."

"Husband, didn't you get me a secret room, just hide it in there..." Xue Qingling had already thought about it happily, and hid Pei Shu's paintings for him in it. When he was in a good mood, he would play the piano and cook tea. Take it out for my appreciation.

In this world, who doesn't have some arty little hobbies?

"Put it in the iron box that has been locked on several floors, so that no one can steal it."

Pei Shu couldn't help but raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brows, "The secret room I prepared for you is not for hiding these things... Why don't you want to put the wine you made in it?"

Xue Qingling: "If I hid the wine, it would end up in your stomach..."

Pei Shu: "Even if you don't hide the wine, it ended up in my stomach..."

Xue Qingling: "..."

Pei Shu: "..."

Not much speculation.

"Anyway, Husband, I will draw the ten paintings you promised."

"Okay, okay, I will do what I promised you."

"I owe these ten paintings first, and then draw them to me when we return to Lin'an City... I guess after we go back, the jars of mulberry wine that were buried before can also be unsealed..."

Pei Shu and Xue Qingling laughed and left the viewing platform, swam across Yanghu Lake, and when they were about to return to the inn, they ran into another acquaintance by chance on the way back.

"But Doctor Pei? Is it really Doctor Pei?!!!"

When Xue Qingling and Pei Shu heard the voice coming from behind, they both looked back. When Xue Qingling saw the speaker, he didn't recognize him, so he turned his face sideways and peeked at Pei Shu's expression.

From the appearance of the person, Xue Qingling guessed that the other person was probably a patient his husband had treated before.

"It turned out to be Master Dong." Pei Shu recognized the person who came, and this person was Dong Baoyun, a merchant who went south to Lin'an to do business, and Pei Shu followed his family's merchant ship to Lin'an City.

"After we parted in Lin'an City, I didn't expect to see Dr. Pei again..." Dong Baoyun knew that Pei Shu was a wandering doctor who lived in no fixed place and traveled around practicing medicine. It was fate to meet him once. After a month passed, he was able to see Dr. Pei, who was skilled in medicine again.

Pei Shu smiled, "I would also like to thank Master Dong for taking me south to Lin'an on his merchant ship."

Xue Qingling blinked her eyes, and after learning that the person in front of her was the wealthy businessman who was seriously ill and invited Pei Shu to go south to Lin'an with the boat, her affection for him immediately doubled.

"What is Dr. Pei talking about? I should thank you... My wife has been diagnosed with pregnancy recently, and I would like to thank Dr. Pei for taking care of my husband and wife..."

Pei Shu: "...you don't need to say thank you."

Xue Qingling suppressed laughter three times in her heart, sending off her son, Dr. Pei.

Before they left Lin'an City, Zhang Yuanwai and Zhang Yuanwai's wife also came to Huichun Hall to thank them...

"Master Dong, this is Dr. Pei whom you praised so much before?" Wang Zheng, another merchant who looked like a rich man with a rich belly and a rich belly, couldn't help but said.

Wang Zheng looked at Pei Shu in front of him, and he was very curious. Such a young and handsome young man with outstanding temperament, he is almost a talented man with literary skills, but he is actually a doctor with excellent medical skills?

"Yes, although Dr. Pei is young, his medical skills are unparalleled."

……

"So, can I ask Dr. Pei to treat a good friend of mine?"

"My friend has been ill for several months, and I have invited many doctors to no effect..." Wang Zheng sighed, "My friend is also a great talent. I have always wanted to pay a lot of money to ask him to make a painting, but it is a pity. He is suffering from a strange disease, and he can no longer draw such a picture scroll with all his heart and mind."

Although Wang Zheng is a merchant, but he was doing business in the south of the Yangtze River, and he was contaminated with the atmosphere of literature and ink here. In fact, he is also a person who loves painting and has collected many masterpieces. By chance, he saw Shi Changling's painting. After a painting, he was amazed as a treasure, and he liked the wonderful brushwork in it very much, and was willing to spend a lot of money to ask the other party to paint another painting like this.

It's just a pity that the other party is lingering on the sick bed, and it is difficult to paint paintings of such a state.

Hearing that there was a strange illness, Pei Shu and Xue Qingling followed Wang Zheng to visit the historians.

Walking into the courtyard of the historian, one can smell the fragrance of ink. Shi Changling lived here alone with a book boy, and his life was very unruly. The scrolls are scattered on the ground, which can be said to be landscapes, flowers and birds everywhere in the house.

Wang Zheng picked up a picture of wintersweet on the ground, and said with emotion: "All the good pictures are thrown on the ground and ruined."

The eyes of Pei Shu and Xue Qingling also swept across these paintings.

"However, the level of these paintings is really not perfect. Mr. Shi strives for excellence, so naturally he looks down on these imperfect works, so he throws them on the ground at random... To draw a perfect work, you really have to use up all your energy. Painted with blood..."

Xue Qingling on the side nodded in agreement, feeling vaguely guilty and distressed. A perfect work is indeed the painstaking effort of the painter. Wouldn't it be a bit too forceful for him to ask his husband for ten paintings at once?

With the other party's temperament, he would definitely not use a scribbled brush to perfuse him...

Do you want to extend the deadline a little bit?Just paint him one picture a month.

Xue Qingling moved forward cautiously, trying to avoid stepping on other people's paintings. Although these paintings were thrown on the ground without cherishing them, they were in the hands of the painters and carefully traced.

"Husband, this person is just like you, he doesn't cherish his paintings." Xue Qingling pressed against Pei Shu's ear, whispering the two of them.

Pei Shu: "..."

Say a word of conscience, "My calligraphy and paintings are hung in many corners of the house, and I have not cherished them."

"Then what about the misty rain map of Yanghu Lake that you didn't care much about before?"

"Let me remind you, I was still traveling around alone at that time. If I carried everything on my body and cherished it, would I still be able to leave? I'm afraid I would have to carry a house on my back? You think I Is it a snail?"

Xue Qingling thought about it, and it was true, "Husband, I blamed you."

"It's good that you know it, don't bring it up again in the future..." Pei Shu felt a headache when he mentioned the misty rain and the lake picture, and only hoped that this matter would be over soon.

Xue Qingling made an obedient silence gesture, making sure not to mention it.

"However, husband, if you are a snail, you must be a fast snail..." Pei Shu's words just now reminded Xue Qingling of those little things that climbed onto the leaves after the rain , if it is connected with his husband, it seems that those soft little guys have become cute, and there are two small tentacles that can be long or short, and they will shrink shyly when poked...

Running around with the house on his back... His husband's lightness kung fu is excellent, even if he runs with the house on his back, he must run very fast.

Although his husband looks gentle and elegant on the surface, like a white-clothed scholar with no strength to restrain a chicken, in fact, his arms are very strong. Picking him up, Xue Qingling, is like picking up a chick... On this point, he is newly married. I knew that night.

Pei Shu: "..." What is a snail that runs fast?

"With your big house on me now, I just want to run as fast as I can... Wait, Mrs. Pei, I warn you, don't use such weird descriptions on your husband in the future."

The little Mrs. Pei who was warned once had no choice but to shrink her neck, nodded honestly, hugged Pei Shu's arm and said obediently: "I know, I know..."

After finishing the conversation with Xue Qingling, Pei Shu also picked up an unfinished painting on the ground. It seemed to be a picture of peach blossoms in spring, and there were several pictures of sweet peach blossoms attached to it. My son, maybe he loves painting peach blossoms very much.

"This Mr. Shi is best at painting landscapes, flowers and birds. You have been to the viewing platform next to Yanghu Lake. The third picture of Yanghu Lake in spring hanging on it is the work of Mr. Shi... But, although he Landscape paintings are good, but what he draws is even more wonderful, the flowers in his brush—" Wang Zheng thought of the calligraphy he had seen before, and couldn't help sighing again, the brushstrokes were exquisite, indescribable, and both The style of the Cheng school is even better than the flowers and birds of the Cheng school.

It is said that Concubine An likes Cheng Pai's paintings very much.

Wang Zheng wanted to ask Shi Changling to paint for him. Apart from his own liking to appreciate paintings, he also had other thoughts in it. They were businessmen, so they naturally wanted to be slick in all directions, make good connections with all parties, and do what they like best.

Concubine An likes orchids, so Wang Zheng wanted to ask Shi Changling to draw a picture of orchids with the same brushstroke style. This painting can be collected and appreciated by oneself, and secondly...it can also be used to curry favor when necessary.