Dugong is polite, Xiaosheng can't stand it

He couldn't run even if he wanted to.

The scholar insisted on clutching his clothes in some embarrassment, and said falteringly: "Xue, Mr. Xue..."

Xue Yu didn't take it seriously, and asked instead, "What's the matter?"

The scholar wanted to pull his clothes from Xue Yu's hands, but he failed.

Let the dignified governor take off his clothes and serve him, this is really unimaginable in his dreams, and when the scholar faced this matter, two words floated out of his head, horror.

The scholar was a little sluggish and tried to enter the medicine pond by himself, not under Xue Yu's watch and help.

"It's a small matter, Xiaosheng can do it by himself, so I don't need to bother you."

Xue Yu laughed: "Are you sure you won't pass out if you go down? If you drown, it will be a joke."

The reason why Xue Yu is here is because the scholar didn't pass out once or twice in the medicine pool, almost every time he entered the medicine pool, he would pass out once, Luo Qing fished him out every time, and once he was caught too late , the scholar almost drowned in the medicine pond.

Thinking of this, the scholar's confidence just now was almost exhausted.

"No... probably not, Xiaosheng is not like this..."

"You just stay here and don't cause trouble."

After Xue Yu finished speaking, he started to fight again. The scholar coughed lightly, but kept hiding. He didn't know what he was thinking about.

The scholar suddenly raised his head and said, "Why don't you let someone else come, and don't bother Mr. Xue."

Xue Yu let go of his hand generously this time, and looked at the scholar with a half-smile.

"Now you really care about the lower status, but you also remember who the governor is. Why didn't you realize that your memory is so good before."

The scholar didn't really remember that this person was the governor of the East Factory before, but now his memory is better, and every sentence is inseparable from superiority and inferiority, and he really has a long memory.

The scholar's neck was stuck, his head was tilted, and he looked disillusioned, "Isn't this Xiaosheng's epiphany?"

Xue Yu nodded approvingly, the scholar thought there was something to be said, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Unexpectedly, Xue Yu stood there motionless, and the scholar looked at Xue Yu suspiciously, with a three-character eviction order of 'Hurry up' written on his face.

"Who do you think will come over now?"

One sentence stunned the scholar, what he had was a plague, it was fatal, it was contagious, who would dare to come and help him, Xue Yu even took him out to bask in the sun recently.

The scholar opened and closed his mouth blankly, muttering: "No, no."

Naturally, Xue Yu knew that no one was coming, so he directly dragged the scholar over and stripped him clean. If it wasn't for the serious illness of the scholar, he would have kicked him into the pond long ago.

"Go down quickly."

The scholar slowly entered the medicine pond, the scholar was really too thin, his bones protruded, and there was a thin layer of skin on top of it, the skin was not pale as before, but sallow, like a pile of bones on top of a thin layer of skin.

Seeing that the scholar was uncomfortable in the medicine pool, Xue Yu asked, "Is it hot?"

The scholar with his back turned to him shook his head and said in a low voice, "It's not bad, the temperature is just right."

The scholar's voice was very soft, but there was also a trembling sound. Looking at it again, the scholar was not uncomfortable, but trembling slightly.

Xue Yu stretched his hand into the pool, the water was not hot, but before he stretched out his hand, he felt a tingling pain on his hand, which was the problem of the medicine.

The medicine is strong, even for ordinary people, the scholar is enduring the pain, which makes sense that he fainted a few times before.

"The potency of the medicine may be too strong, as is the case with good medicine."

The scholar nodded, "Xiaosheng understands, but what should I do if I still can't make it through after all these hardships?"

Xue Yu didn't answer.

"If Xiaosheng dies, please ask Lord Xue to help me."

"What?" Xue Yu wondered what the scholar thought he was thinking about when he was dying.

The scholar who was sitting with his head bowed in the medicine pool slowly raised his head, his slender neck raised in a beautiful arc.

The scholar sighed, and said: "Xiaosheng doesn't want to stay here, take Xiaosheng away, as long as he takes him out of Rong'an City, he can be buried anywhere."

"Do you hate this place so much?"

"No, Xiaosheng is worried that those ghosts who died because of Xiaosheng will haunt Xiaosheng, wouldn't it mean that he will not live in peace." The scholar chuckled lightly, a little self-deprecating.

Xue Yu stood aside, glanced at him with lowered eyes, and said coldly: "The story of ghosts and gods is nonsense."

If there were really ghosts and gods, he, Xue Yu, would have died more than a hundred times already.

"No, the theory of ghosts and gods is just to give the living a thought." When the scholar said this, he turned around suddenly, looked at Xue Yu, and asked, "If Xiaosheng is dead, don't you hope that Xiaosheng is still floating here? In the world, is it still there?"

Xue Yu was silent for a long time. If the scholar died, would he still read it? To some extent, it would be a little bit. After all, it is really rare to see such a dishonest scholar.

"Maybe."

After staying in the medicine pool for a long time, he got used to the stinging pain the medicine gave him.

The scholar moved a bit in the medicine pool, stretched his body, and asked indifferently: "Physician Luo once said that people who have had the epidemic will not suffer from it again, are you right?"

Xue Yu was taken aback for a moment, then replied after a short pause, "Yes."

"When did you get it?" Xu Shi felt that he would not answer, so the scholar said again, "Maybe Xiaosheng is a dying person, can't you tell me?"

Xue Yu narrowed his eyes slightly. He had indeed had the plague and crawled out of the dead. Few people who caught the plague could survive, but he was one of them. It should be said that he was lucky.

"When I was very young, it was too long, so long that I myself forgot."

The scholar didn't say anything, as if he was thinking about something.

Seeing this, Xue Yu also asked him: "Do you only want to ask these questions?"

"These are enough."

The scholar nestled silently in the medicine pool, all misfortunes would be the reasons for his own strength, he thought he was like this, so is it true for Xue Yu?

Since stepping into the officialdom, the scholar felt that he had a choice in his heart, either to resign from the office, or to set foot on the blue sky.

(26) relative

Today's weather is not good, cloudless, cloudy, occasionally a gust of wind blows over the doors and windows, this kind of movement seems very disturbing in an unusually quiet room.

Xue Yu went to the pharmacy again, and the scholar stayed in the room alone. He should thank Xue Yu, but the scholar couldn't express any gratitude in his heart.

He was sitting on the side of the bed, leaning against the head of the bed, his frail body was covered with thick clothes, his waist was hooked, he coughed heavily twice, and his hands couldn't help but tighten the clothes.

When the scholar heard the sound of the door, he stuffed the things in his hands into his sleeves, and suddenly raised his head, just in time for Xue Yu to walk in.

The scholar is in a good mood when he sees him, and the good-looking person is pleasing to the eye, and the scholar has recognized his superficial quality of only looking at the face.

He grinned, "The weather doesn't seem very good today."

Xue Yu was holding a food box in his hand, and it was windy outside. He was afraid that the medicine would be cold, so he brought the medicine with the food box.

He took out the medicine and put it on the table, "Well, I drank the medicine."

The scholar got up with difficulty, picked up the medicine and drank it down in one gulp. He has been numb after drinking the medicine for the past few days, and he can no longer taste the taste of the medicine.

After drinking the medicine, he sat in a chair and remained silent for a long time.

The scholar sat there as if he had a thorn on his buttocks, and he was uncomfortable no matter how he sat. He looked hesitant, and for a long while, he secretly glanced at Xue Yu from time to time, but he didn't say anything.

Xue Yu naturally noticed that the scholar was fidgeting, but he didn't ask, he was waiting for him to speak.

The scholar hesitated for a while, and finally spoke, and said earnestly: "You have been here to take care of Xiaosheng for more than half a month. Dongchang is the confidant of the Holy One, and it is even the target of public criticism. Can you still be busy with the affairs of the court?"

Xue Yu smiled lightly, the scholar is not a person who would care about such idle thoughts.

"Why, you think I can't do it. If you want to sit on this Dugong position, I will definitely help you with all my strength."

The scholar obviously didn't expect Xue Yu to say that, he was taken aback for a moment, then waved his hands and shook his head in a hurry.

"No, no, no need, Xiaosheng definitely can't do it."

Xue Yu sat at the table, turned to look at him, and asked, "Why can't you do it?"

Asking why, the scholar raised his hand and glanced at his skinny wrist. With this physique, he could probably compete with an eight-year-old child.

What Dongchang does is the emperor's confidant, and he knows what he does.

The scholar shook his head, and said: "Xiaosheng's physique is difficult to hold a knife, and the gate of the East Factory is even more difficult to enter, and, moreover, Xiaosheng doesn't want to be a eunuch..."

Xue Yu glanced at the scholar coldly, the scholar immediately fell silent, and asked the eunuch in front of the governor that he might think he lived too long, the scholar timidly raised his eyes to look at him, Xue Yu sat very upright, with a side profile Exquisite.

The gap between people is really not that big.

Today, the scholar doesn't always speak like him, and Xue Yu can probably guess that it should be a secret edict from the palace.

The news of Xue Yu's departure from Beijing was sealed in advance, and he has been here for more than half a month, so the capital must have already known about him.

"But a secret edict came from the capital."

The scholar nodded without concealment: "How do you know?"

Sure enough, Xue Yu had already guessed that the Holy Majesty gave the secret edict to the scholar, not directly to him.

"Don't worry about it, I'm not staying here just for you, I only stay here when the governor has something to do."

The scholar responded, "Yes."

"The Japanese governor has personally taken care of you these past few days. Why, you haven't expressed any gratitude yet?"

The scholar's relaxed expression restrained a little, and he asked seriously, "Do you want to hear the truth?"

"Since I asked, it is naturally for the truth."

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