National teacher, he is a sick beauty

Mo Qi glanced at Shen Ci silently, the latter's expression was still calm, these rumors seemed to have nothing to do with him, as if he was not the one talking about it.

Mo Qi pursed his lips and said, "I also bought the medicine and went shopping. If you are tired, why don't you go back early?"

Shen Ci's eyes were indeed secretive, and he nodded calmly on the surface.

Mo Qi was afraid that Shen Ci would be too tired to go back, so he specially rented a carriage and took Shen Ci back to the courtyard outside the city.

In the yard, only Tangli was watering the flowers and weeding. Seeing Shen Ci and Mo Qi coming back, she quickly greeted her: "Master, you are back!"

Shen Ci scanned around and asked, "Where is Mr. Chu?"

Tangli thought for a while, and said, "After the master and Mo Qi went out, Mr. Chu has not come out of the room."

"Really?" Shen Ci walked towards Chu Lang's room.

Tangli leaned closer to Mo Qi: "Master is not happy?"

Mo Qi shook his head: "I don't know?"

Tangli asked again: "Why did you seek Mr. Chu when you were unhappy? Is your illness getting worse?"

Mo Qi: "Yomo...is it because of some gossip? But there's nothing to be unhappy about?"

Shen Ci deliberately passed by the window and glanced at the scene inside, only to see Chu Lang writing something on the low table.

Shen Ci knocked on the door: "Master Chu?"

It took a few seconds longer before he said, "I'm here, come in."

Shen Ci pushed the door open and entered.

There was a letter on the low table, Chu Lang had stopped writing, and the letter was sealed very tightly.

Shen Ci glanced at it and said, "It's because I didn't entertain well, so I should set you up with a table and chairs."

Chu Lang smiled casually: "It's okay, but...do you have this money?"

Shen Ci raised his eyebrows: "Do you think I'm poor?"

Chu Lang glanced at the empty room, the meaning in his eyes was self-evident.

Shen Ci said lightly: "Here... just because no one lives there, so I don't bother to take care of anything."

Chu Lang seemed to believe it but not believed it: "Oh."

Shen Ci asked: "Are you writing something? A letter from home?"

Chu Lang shook his head: "Give me... a letter written by an old genius doctor who taught me medical skills, and ask him how to cure your disease."

Shen Ci was slightly stunned, and after a long time he said again: "Your master?"

Chu Lang denied, "Not my master."

Shen Ci was puzzled: "Since he taught you medical skills, why is he not considered your master?"

Chu Lang looked at Shen Ci, and seemed to be looking into his eyes all the time. He said seriously: "I have other masters, and this is the only one."

Facing Chu Lang's fiery gaze, Shen Ci moved away slightly: "I see, thank you for worrying about my illness."

Chu Lang said with a smile: "Since this is the case, we can be regarded as friends, right?"

Shen Ci: "?"

Chu Lang said: "We people in the Jianghu are very generous. We have drank wine and eaten meat together. We are considered friends. We saved each other's lives and ate at the same table. Are we still friends?"

Shen Ci: "..."

Chu Lang suddenly felt aggrieved: "Or, Ah Ci thinks that I am not worthy to be your friend?"

Shen Ci: "There is absolutely no such intention."

Chu Lang's eyes lit up, and he stepped forward to close the distance between the two: "Then we are friends, right?"

Shen Ci could only nod: "Well, yes."

It's just... Even in Qichuan, he won't stay for long. If the disease is cured, he should leave.

Chu Lang smiled and said: "In this case, you don't want to call me Mr. Chu, Mr. Chu, but call me Chu Lang."

Shen Ci: "..."

Seeing that Shen Ci was still unwilling to speak, Chu Lang lowered his voice again: "Why, can't it?"

Shen Ci tried to speak, but failed, he said: "Don't you think that your name is very advantageous?"

What's more, this name has the same pronunciation as His Majesty, even if he leaves the capital, he will not be able to offend His Majesty's name.

Chu Lang smiled and said: "I think it's okay? There are quite a lot of people calling my name, and I don't think it's strange. I want to hear you shouting. How can I take advantage of it?"

Shen Ci heard it, Chu Lang was teasing him, Shen Ci pursed his lips: "I'm going out."

Chu Lang watched Shen Ci turn and leave, looked at his back, and gradually restrained his smile.

Fortunately, Shen Ci came a bit late, if he had been a quarter of an hour earlier, he would have been able to see him in the room dealing with the memorial sent by Lu Qingci.

Did Shen Ci become suspicious of him again?

In other words, she just let go of her doubts temporarily before, but now that she has regained her mind, she doubted him again?

When Shen resigned from the guest room, he saw Bai Sheng sitting in the corridor, staring at the yard in a daze.

Shen Ci walked to him and sat down: "What's wrong?"

Bai Sheng turned to look at Shen Ci: "Mr. Shen, I heard from Mo Qi and Tang Li that you are in a bad mood, what's wrong with you?"

Shen Ci was puzzled: "When did I feel bad?"

"Tangli said that you got off the carriage with a cold expression and went directly to Mr. Chu's room, but what happened? The illness relapsed?"

Bai Sheng was so concerned, Shen Ci smiled faintly: "I'm fine, that little girl Tangli just likes to guess wildly and make a fuss."

Bai Sheng was also finally happy: "That's good, sir, what do you want to eat tonight, Bai Sheng will do it, so you can eat something tasty tonight, right?"

Shen Ci nodded: "Then... Yangchun noodles?"

"also!"

An hour later, Shen Ci sat in the yard, frowning and looking at the bowl of medicine in front of him.

It took Chu Lang an hour to boil the medicinal materials that Mo Qi caught, and it seemed to be more bitter than the previous medicine.

Shen Ci smelled the bitter smell of the medicine, and his face turned pale.

Chu Lang took out another plate of pastries, and the pastries were all made in the shape of bunnies, which were very cute.

Shen Ci asked: "Bai Sheng made it?"

Chu Lang paused with a smile: "I made it, sweet."

Shen Ci blinked: "You still do this?"

"Well, drink the medicine."

Shen Ci pretended not to hear those two words: "Bai Sheng is not very good at making these pastries, you can teach him."

Chu Lang raised his eyebrows: "I can teach you, why don't you learn?"

Shen Ci shook his head: "I'm actually not that interested in sweet things, such as pastries."

"Oh," Chu Lang seemed to know just now, "Seeing that you don't like medicine, I thought you liked sweet ones more."

Shen Ci smiled, but did not speak.

Chu Lang's eyes fell on Shen Ci's tightly pursed lips: "Don't delay, drink it quickly, it will cool down later, eat cakes after drinking the medicine, it can relieve the bitterness."

Shen Ci sighed helplessly, he couldn't hide it after all, he raised his bowl and drank it down.

In the middle of drinking, I was thinking again, is there no medicine that is not bitter in this world?

——"Sir, this is Pipalu, it's not bitter, try it."

These words suddenly popped up in Shen Ci's mind.

That was when he was trapped in the palace, the little emperor specially found a prescription called Pipalu to relieve his cough. It was refreshing and not bitter, and even added some sugar.

Shen Ci frowned.

Why did you suddenly think of this?

He put down the bowl after drinking the medicine, couldn't stand the bitterness raging in his mouth, and reached for the rabbit pastry.

The pastry is very soft and melts in the mouth, and it is not particularly sweet, just enough to cover the bitterness in the mouth, and it has a cool taste, which is very unique.

Shen Ci glanced at Chu Lang and asked, "What do you want to eat tonight?"

Chu Lang paused, and then said: "Yangchun noodles."

He neither chose the food he already liked, nor the food he hated. Instead, he chose something that he neither disliked nor loved, but Shen Ci liked.

Shen Ci didn't show any expression, as if he just casually asked him what he wanted to eat just now.

The setting sun burned half of the sky red like blood, and the sun shone on the earth, covering the earth with a layer of orange-red soft gauze.

Five people in the yard were sitting and eating a bowl of Yangchun noodles.

Mo Qi boasted: "Bai Sheng's craftsmanship is really good. After half a year, I still can't get tired of eating it."

Bai Sheng glanced at him, then touched the stage: "Are you still getting tired of eating?"

Mo Qi: "Hey, I'm boasting that you can cook so many dishes. Think about it, if you only eat the same dish every day, within five days, I will definitely vomit!"

Tangli smiled.

"call out!"

The five of them were immersed in their meal, when a sharp arrow suddenly shot in from the courtyard gate, sticking to Shen Ci's face, and nailed it to the pillar next to it.

Shen Ci was pulled by Chu Lang before he dodged the arrow.

The arrow was clearly aimed at him!

Chu Lang looked unhappy, he lowered his eyebrows, looked out of the yard with sharp eyes, got up and walked in front of Shen Ci, protecting him behind him.

Mo Qi had his back to the courtyard gate, but now he stood up and retreated.

"What's going on here? Didn't we offend anyone?"