Peach Blossom Dream

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Uncle Jifeng heard that Master didn't speak, and was about to carefully ask herself how to deal with herself, when Zuo Qingyue came over and sat down at some point: "It's him?"

Although he didn't say it clearly, Shu Jifeng guessed that he was referring to the person with the same name as He Ming, so he nodded and said, "It's that Boss Qian."

"It turned out to be him!" Zuo Qingyue was taken aback, "Your ideal person? No, could it be that he used to be called He Ming? This is really a fateful meeting, Uncle Boss! Do you need me to explain it for you? Heart mark?"

Uncle Jifeng wondered, "What's in your heart?"

Zuo Qingyue was even more surprised: "Isn't he your ideal? You told me that the one with the same name as He Ming... Boss Uncle, there can't be more than one, right?"

Uncle Jifeng rolled his eyes and said, "What's your crush? When did I say that?"

"Ah?" Zuo Qingyue touched her nose innocently, "You told me yourself in the carriage..."

Dongfeng Sanren next to him was stunned when they heard the conversation between the two. He remembered the scene of the two of them in the carriage last night. He really didn't know whether he should ask the sword blocker, Boss Qian, Zuo Qingyue and his apprentice clearly. What is the relationship between them.

While drinking the soup, Dongfeng Sanren sighed secretly in his heart: I never thought that my disciple, who looked so cold and cold, would be foolish, but he had a lot of love debts.Fortunately, this is not like myself!Otherwise, you will have to suffer enough loneliness.

Uncle Jifeng didn't know which sentence Zuo Qingyue heard from the corner of the wall. He was about to explain in detail when he suddenly heard the sound of wheels. Not long after, there was indeed a carriage rolling towards him, and money came down from it. Tired and an old man with a white beard.

"Boss." Qian Juan respectfully saluted Uncle Jifeng.

Shu Jifeng nodded: "Morning."

After greeting each other, Shu Jifeng introduced Dongfeng Sanren and Zuo Qingyue one by one.

Qian Juan saluted the crowd one by one, and said: "Qian came here uninvited, it was abrupt, and I hope all the heroes will forgive me."

"You are Boss Qian?" Dongfeng Sanren looked at him carefully, "Young man, he looks pretty good, and he has a kind of inviolable righteousness."

Although Qian Juan is a frail businessman who knows only three-legged cat kung fu, his face is very strong, especially his pair of eyebrows and eyes are extremely well-developed, which enlivens his entire face and is matched with his straight nose.

Standing opposite Zuo Qingyue is not inferior.

Hearing Dongfeng Sanren praise himself, Qian Juan hurriedly said modestly: "Where is it, Senior Dongfeng praised me. The ugly appearance of this junior is enough to not scare people."

Zuo Qingyue couldn't bear to listen to such false polite words, and said, "Why must Mr. Qian be so self-effacing?"

Qian Juan smiled and walked in front of Shu Jifeng: "Boss, I saw you drunk yesterday, and I wanted to see if you were sober in the evening. I didn't know your friend was sick until I went there. So I woke up early this morning. I specially invited Mr. Huang, a famous doctor, to see if I can help you?"

Zuo Qingyue wondered: "How do you know we're here?"

At this moment, He Ming, who had been standing at the back without saying a word, stood back coyly and said, "I left the words for Xiaoer."

"Oh, Brother He is so kind, how can I repay him?" Zuo Qingyue walked over and put it on He Ming's shoulder, then turned around and looked at Qian Juan again, and said politely, "Thank you Qian The young master took great pains to arrange it. Unfortunately, my illness was cured when I woke up this morning, I'm afraid it was a waste of young master Qian's heart."

Before Qian Juan could speak, Dr. Huang stroked his white beard and said, "Are you sure you're well, kid? I see you are very sick."

Zuo Qingyue said: "Junior..."

Dr. Huang interrupted him directly, and turned to ask Dongfeng Sanren: "Dongfeng, it has been so many years, why do you still live in such a dilapidated house? It is said that 30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi, how come you are poor for sixty-seventy years? year? Can the old man have a stool to sit and talk?"

Dongfeng Sanren laughed: "Old Huang, you can sit down as you like. It's just that my old, small and broken hut can't accommodate so many people, so everyone just move a stone to sit on."

Doctor Huang had a straight face, and after sitting down, he stretched out his hand to take Zuo Qingyue's pulse, frowning: "Son, do you have a heartache all the time? Are you coughing up blood at all times? Occasionally, you can't control yourself?"

Zuo Qingyue was stunned: "It is true that my heart hurts a lot, and I occasionally cough up blood, but there is never a time when I can't control myself."

Dr. Huang frowned even more: "I'm afraid you won't remember it when you wake up. Your illness looks like an old disease, like a long-term injury."

Huo Yu lowered his head and said in a low voice: "There is no time when our owner can't control himself."

When Zuo Qingyue no longer wondered if she lost control, she nodded and said: "It is indeed a long time ago. A Taoist helped me to read it and said it happened in the previous generation."

Dr. Huang didn't listen to his nonsense, he stroked his beard and closed his eyes, trying to find a cure.

Huo Yu looked anxiously: "Grandpa, is there any treatment for our owner?"

Dr. Huang shook his head, and said: "To untie the bell, one needs to tie the bell, and a heart disease needs to be cured by heart medicine. It's a pity that the old man's methods are mediocre, and he really can't see the crux of the matter. But... fortunately, this disease is chronic, so take good care of it It shouldn't be easy."

Dongfeng Sanren nodded beside him: "That's good, just don't die. Anyway, everyone will live for decades, and it doesn't matter if you lose a few years."

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Shu Jifeng was used to this, and nodded in agreement.

In the silence, Dr. Huang raised his head to the sky and sighed, "I'm afraid the old man's signboard will be smashed today..."

Qian Juan was shocked when he heard this: "Uncle Huang, it's not your fault. There are tens of millions of diseases in this world, and if they can cure [-]% of them, they can be regarded as a famous doctor in this world. If Uncle Huang was born because of something about Qian If you think about it like this, it's Qian's fault, and I don't know how many people will come to blame Qian."

Zuo Qingyue stood up and said: "Senior, my illness is a heart disease. If Doctor Huang smashed the signboard because of me, I'm afraid I will have another heart disease."

As soon as he said this, a smile appeared on Doctor Huang's stern face, he stroked his beard and said, "In this way, this old man's signboard is really unstoppable."

Dongfeng Sanren folded his hands at the side: "If you want to smash it, you have to wait until the winter, and then you can have a fire."

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Shu Jifeng still felt that what Master said was very reasonable.

18. Beauty Lives

After seeing the doctor's consultation, Dr. Huang prescribed several medicines for Zuo Qingyue to treat the symptoms but not the root cause, and told him to go to bed early and get up early.So in the past few days, Zuo Qingyue, who has never liked to drink medicine, drank the medicine until her tongue became numb, and she was stared at by Huo Yu to go to bed and get up on time every day, and her life was miserable.

Uncle Jifeng passed by his door a few times, seeing his bitter face, he finally sent a kind message and bought half a catty of candied fruit and brought it back to him. Seeing that the situation was not good, he hurriedly fled back to his room.

However, the half catty of candied fruit only worked for a long time, and at dusk, there were continuous moaning and sighing from the next door.Uncle Jifeng was interrupted by him every time he entered the book, and in the end he couldn't help knocking on the door to make him quiet. It just so happened that Xiaoer came over with a young man who didn't know him.

"Uncle, I'm looking for you."

Shu Jifeng was a little surprised: "Looking for me?"

"Yes, yes, I am Young Master Qian's servant. This is a note that our Young Master Qian asked me to bring to you." The young man handed over letters and boxes.

Uncle Feng thanked them and watched them leave before opening the wooden box. There were several thick notes in the box.

The note introduced in detail the places where Dahe Jingcheng drank flower wine and the anecdotes of various celebrities that happened because of flower wine. At the end, I asked: I wonder if the boss is interested in visiting it in person?

"Of course I'm interested!" Zuo Qingyue came to the side at some time and snatched the note, "It's not a man who doesn't want to go to such a good thing! It just so happens that I'm almost dying of loneliness these days."

Uncle Jifeng glanced at his sickly face, and reminded him: "Gentle Township, Hero Tomb. You are like this, be careful that you will never return."

Zuo Qingyue squinted her eyes and said with a smile: "If you die under the peony flower, you can be a ghost. Doesn't uncle and boss want to take me there, or do you want to live with Mr. Qian?"

"..." Uncle Feng wanted to explain carefully last time, but was interrupted by Qian Juan and the others. This time, seeing Zuo Qingyue brought up this matter without grounds, he simply didn't bother to talk to him when he got angry. Said, "If you're lonely, wouldn't it be enough to find a girl who likes each other and get tired of being together every morning and evening?"

"You can only find a girl, can't you find a son?" Zuo Qingyue leaned against the door frame, smiling broadly.

Uncle Jifeng turned around and went back to the room: "It doesn't matter whether you are looking for a girl or a son, as long as the other person likes you. If you continue to complain like this, my ears will get callused."

Zuo Qingyue broke down and said: "That's difficult! No one likes me, only uncle and boss are willing to play with me."

Seeing his hypocritical appearance, Uncle deliberately replied indifferently: "I'm sorry, I'm not very willing to play with you either."

"Uncle Boss, your mouth... is really sharper than a knife! Ah, no, my illness is about to recur again." Zuo Qingyue pretended to cough up blood again.

Although Uncle knew that he was pretending at first glance, but thinking that he could not bully a patient, he was really helpless: "I just said nonsense, I am willing, okay?"

Only then did Zuo Qingyue follow her heart, with a hint of grievance: "Uncle Boss said so reluctantly, I'm still sad, I have to go back to the room to heal my wounds."

"Then you won't go tonight?" Uncle Jifeng looked at the back of his head, attacking the sore spot.

Zuo Qingyue picked up a rock and smashed her own foot, and immediately changed her face and said with a smile: "Huh?