Dream Hua Embers Records

"Master!" Yan Yin threw herself into Dai Zihe's arms, "You're here! I thought you didn't want me anymore! Take me away! I'll go to the Huimin Department to do chores for you first, and then I will go to take the medical exam next year, and I will come back after high school to help you!"

Yan Qihao furrowed his eyebrows when he heard this, what are these words?The dignified clan is honorable, and the prince is close to him. What kind of medicine are you going to take?Thinking of Yan Yin's previous words about getting rid of his clan affiliation, does this child not want to be his own son?Thinking of this, Yan Qihao coughed heavily.

When Yan Yin heard the voice, she turned her head to look at Yan Qihao, her eyes were empty, as if she hadn't seen anything, and she seemed to have just woken up, and she was still in a trance.Then she turned her head back, continued to throw herself into Dai Zihe's arms, and said coquettishly, "Master..." That tone sounded like that of a five or six-year-old child.

Yan Qihao was startled, this child, even when he was five or six years old, had never acted like a spoiled child to him before, he always looked like a well-behaved little adult.

"Kneel for me!" Dai Zihe said in a quiet voice, but majestic, while pressing Yan Yin's shoulder, and adjusted him to kneeling position on the bed.

The buttock injury was pressing on the calf, and Yan Yin frowned in pain.

Seeing this scene, Dai Zihe's face was full of heartache, but he reprimanded in a low voice, "Kneel up straight!"

Yan Yin straightened up obediently, but she called out aggrievedly, "Master..." That sweet and delicate tone sounded exactly like Yan Tong's.

"Say it yourself, how many mistakes you made!"

Dai Zihe did not know where to take out a scale rod as thick as chopsticks. The shaft was made of mahogany and inlaid with cupronickel. It must be used for weighing medicine.

"You need to take medicine when the season comes, don't you know? Why don't you take it? How old are you? You still need an adult to take care of you. If no one takes care of you, don't you know how to take care of yourself?" Dai Zihe pulled away after finishing speaking. Yan Yin hit her hard with her left hand.

A blush immediately appeared on Yan Yin's pink palm.Yan Yin withdrew her hand in pain, then hurriedly stretched her hand forward, pouted, with an aggrieved expression on her face, but she didn't dare to refute.

Yan Qihao was a little dazed, this child seemed to be a different person, he had never had such an attitude towards him.When I was young, I was blindly silent and forbearing, and when I grew up, I was arguing tit for tat.

"It's so cold in this room, don't you know how to make a charcoal fire? Or your father can't afford it?!" There was a snap, and another note.

Hearing this, Yan Qihao's face turned red and white.

Dai Zihe pointed to the wet clothes that Yan Yin had replaced, and cursed again, "What kind of rags are these?! Are you supposed to wear them? Why don't you wear so many good clothes that the emperor gave you? That emperor's clothes Why don’t you wear the end cap of the relic you hunted by yourself? Are you saving it for your stepmother’s younger brother? Or are they all burned?” The third blow came one after another.

The clothes were actually not cheap, just not luxurious enough, now soaked in water, full of mud, and the rabbit fur trim was crumpled up, looking dirty and dilapidated.

These words were too much, Yan Qihao blushed, wanted to explode, but suppressed it, not only because Dai Zihe was the emperor's savior, and not only because Dai Zihe and Wanmin praised the miracle doctor, What's more, because of Yan Yin's body, he had to take care of her.Yan Qihao clenched his teeth tightly and squeezed his knuckles.

Dai Zihe didn't look sideways, as if there was no such person around him.

Yan Yin also felt that this was a bit exaggerated, it's only just entered winter, so it's too late to wear woolen clothes like relics, besides, the master kept mentioning the emperor, just to stab the king and make him feel uncomfortable.Yan Yin turned her head to look at Yan Qihao, with a hint of guilt in her eyes.

That glance was captured by Yan Qihao, but he couldn't believe it, whether the guilt in his eyes was real or just his own imagination.

"Also, what's the matter with the wound on your body? Don't you know the old saying that the small stick will suffer, and the big stick will go away? You read so many books and saw that it went into the dog's stomach?!" There was a snap, another heavy blow beat.

Yan Yin trembled all over, and called out "Master" softly, still in a coquettish tone.

"Did you take medicine for your chest wound?"

Yan Yin shook her head.

"Why not?"

Yan Yin was about to open his mouth to explain, but Dai Zihe took the conversation away again, "Your father won't give you the medicine, right? Let's not talk about whether he will give it or not, did you ask him for it? No, right? ? That's your fault! Tiger poison doesn't even eat its sons, how do you know that you won't give it when you ask for it? What else can you argue about?"

Yan Yin shook her head, and at the same time received another blow on her hand.

Seeing that Yan Yin's palm was slightly swollen, Yan Qihao was about to say something to stop him, but Dai Zihe yelled again, "Get down!"

Yan Yin yelled again with aggrieved, "Master!" But after all, she didn't dare to disobey, and reluctantly fell down.

Dai Zihe took off Yan Yin's pants, the first time the blue and yellow scars have not faded away, the second time the skin is so red and swollen and glaring, Dai Zihe became anxious when he saw it, " How many times have you been beaten? Do you have feet and can’t run? Did he lock you up or lock you up? If you can’t run away, won’t you ask someone to find me?”

Yan Yin turned her head and said, "I just used that prescription to send a letter to Master, ten times the dose of licorice, anyone would be surprised if it was on the cabinet? Didn't Master come here after seeing Fang Zi?"

"Fang Zi? What Fang Zi?" Dai Zihe was confused.

"Could it be..." Yan Yin turned to look at Qing Bo who was standing in the corner, "You didn't go to Huimin Pharmacy?"

Qing Bo fell to his knees with a plop, "Mr. Sanlang, this old servant... This old servant showed the prescription to the prince, it was prepared in the mansion."

"Okay..." Yan Yin smiled wryly, "You were indeed sent by my father to watch over me, and it's a pity that I gave you my heart and soul."

"Mr. Sanlang..." Qing Bo wanted to explain, but he didn't know what to say.

"Idiot! You have suffered so many losses in the middle, and you are still so gullible..." Dai Zihe babbled while administering medicine to Yan Yin Qingchuang.

Looking at this scene, Yan Qihao felt that the master and apprentice were more like a father and son, while he and Qing Bo were like a pair of villains plotting against the child.

When he was beaten just now, he didn't even make a sound, but now he was crying big and big.

"Why are you crying? To be honest, how can you drown when you know how to swim? Is it because you can't think about it?"

Yan Yin suddenly turned over and sat up, not caring about the disheveled clothes on her upper and lower body, and hurriedly distinguished, "I didn't! My life was given by Master, how dare I commit suicide? Master, don't blame me! I was just in the lake I was dizzy for a while, and I just fell into the water."

Speaking of this topic, Yan Qihao couldn't help but interject, "Then why are you writing this?"

Dai Zihe took the booklet, flipped through a few pages, and knew the clue, and shouted in a deep voice, "Your father asked you something, why didn't you answer it? Who taught you the rules?"

Yan Yin turned her head and glanced at Yan Qihao, then turned her head back and said to Dai Zihe, "Master, you have misunderstood me. I planned to go to the Huimin Office with Master and never come back, so I wrote this... "The more Yan Yin said, the lower her voice became.

Sure enough, the child was completely chilled and planned to run away from home, Yan Qihao thought, feeling a faint pain in his heart.

Dai Zihe breathed a sigh of relief, and said bitterly, "You don't take good care of your body, winter solstice give me the Linglong Stove!"

"Master! Don't..." Yan Yin was anxious.

"You deserve it, who told you not to take the medicine on time?" Dai Zihe said, but his hands were not idle, busy applying medicine to Yan Yin's left hand.

"But there is no Linglong Stove here, so the original one was put in the Huining Huimin Department to treat civilian patients?"

"Won't you let your father burn one? The emperor can burn it for you, why can't he, doesn't he still have an army stationed in Ruzhou, let him burn you your favorite azure one!"

"Master!" Yan Yin protested, "Aren't you embarrassing your father?"

Yan Qihao had no idea what Linglong Stove they were talking about, but seeing Yan Yin refute Dai Zihe and defend himself, his heart warmed.

The author has something to say: Speaking of Zhang Congzheng's greatest invention, Linglong Stove is amazing :)