After the general routine, I fell

Twenty miles away from Lanling City, there is a bamboo forest. The bamboos are tall and dense, and the bamboo leaves are green. Looking from a distance, it looks like a green ocean, which makes people feel very comfortable.A gust of wind blew by, and the bamboo leaves made a "rustling" sound, like the sound of playing a piano gently.

There is an elegant courtyard in the depths of the bamboo forest. There are a lot of medicinal herbs in the courtyard, and vegetables are also grown. There are a few Vanda orchids attached to the trees that grow very well. It must be inseparable from the careful care of the owner.

Inside the room, a man in blue and white is drawing a painting with a brush. The person in the painting is half a woman's skeleton, and looks like a boy, making it difficult to distinguish between male and female.

Looking at other places in the house, such paintings can be seen everywhere, only a picture of an actor in disguise, which is fascinating.

The pen in his hand stopped, looked at the painting on the table, nodded in satisfaction, cleaned, dried the pen, and put it back on the pen stand.

He touched the cheek of the artist with his fingers and said, "No matter where you are in this life, I will definitely find you."

Turning around to hang the painting, spread out his hands, looked down at the cinnabar mole on the palm of his hand, and held it tightly.

The sun was scorching outside the house, and two men in gray were standing outside the fence, talking through the door to a boy dressed in goose egg color who was about twelve or thirteen years old.The boy's immature face, if you pinch it, water will surely come out.

After negotiating for a long time, the two gray-clothed men were unwilling to leave, and their anxious expressions seemed to be something serious.The boy shook his head helplessly, turned around and trotted towards the house.

"Master" the young man called out loudly, in a childish voice.Even though it was a short distance, I was sweating profusely from the heat.

The young man pushed open the door, only to see a man in blue and white, sitting there drinking tea leisurely, as if he didn't hear the voice of calling.

The young man walked around behind him, walked in front of him and bowed his hands, bowed his head in salute, raised his head and called out "Master."

"Why are you so flustered? You're so tired and sweating profusely." He raised his head, took out a square scarf from his sleeve and handed it to the boy.

It turned out that he was also like the person in the painting, with picturesque eyebrows, knife-cut temples, affectionate eyes, paper-thin lips, slightly reddened, he looked more beautiful than a woman, making people fall in love.

"Master, there are two messengers from the Prime Minister's Mansion outside, and I want to invite Master to go and see a doctor for the people in the mansion." The boy kept holding the square scarf that wiped his sweat in his hand, and could not return it. He answered the question humbly and politely.

He kept staring at the young man's lips, and when he mentioned the word Prime Minister's Mansion, his expression changed suddenly, his eyes were sharp and murderous, the teacup in his hand vibrated slightly, the water rippling in the cup, and it felt like it was breaking out.

When he first came here, he fell on this body. At the age of seven, he was cruelly abandoned in the wilderness by the people of the prime minister's mansion. He never wanted to step into that mansion again in his life.

Soon his hands relaxed and his expression became calm. He took a sip of tea and put down the cup.

"Just say that I have something to do and I can't go, so I sent it away."

The young man's ability to perceive words and expressions is amazing. Seeing the subtle changes in his master, he bowed and stepped back without asking a word, "Yes, master, this disciple understands."

The young man's words always let him see his entire face, and he never said a word where he couldn't see.

Walking out of the house, an old man with gray hair and tattered clothes, but not sloppy, came to meet him, holding a wooden stick in his hand, and a wine gourd was hung on the wooden stick.

The young man was in a hurry to report to the people outside, so he didn't stop much to salute the old man, and passed by the old man.

"Little ghost, what are they doing?" The boy's clothes were pulled, and he had to stop.

The young man glanced at the old man, quickly saluted and called out, "Grandpa, drunkard."

The drunkard nodded, tilted his stick and pointed at the person outside the fence, without saying a word.The young man looked at the people outside, and then at the drunkard, "They belong to the prime minister's mansion, and they want to ask Master to go to the mansion to see a doctor."

"Who is sick?" Hearing that it was the Prime Minister's Mansion, the drunkard's originally amiable face suddenly sank, and his eyes were very complicated.

The young man scratched his head and thought about it, suddenly remembered, and replied: "It looks like an old lady in the house." The words were affirmative, but there was a trace of doubt on his face.

"Don't answer for now, I'll go and talk to your master." The drunkard turned and entered the room as soon as he finished speaking.The boy could only stand there dryly, waiting for orders.

The drunkard entered the room, patted his shoulder with his hands, and didn't say a word. When he turned around, he called out "Uncle Ghost".The drunkard took two steps and sat down.

"I heard that there is an old lady in the prime minister's mansion who is sick. I want you to go and see it." The drunkard took down the wine gourd and drank with a careless expression.

He wasn't angry with the drunkard's behavior, because that was the first person he came here to care for him, and the one who picked him up to teach him medical skills.

"I've asked Jiujiu to refuse." His words were as plain as water, but the ups and downs in his heart still couldn't escape the listening of the drunkard.

The drunkard took a sip of wine, shook his head and looked helpless, looking at him. "It's been 15 years, and you still haven't let go."

He kept his eyes fixed on the drunkard's lips, and seeing that the drunkard's lips stopped moving, he said, "Don't dare to forget the kindness you gave me, how can the hatred for abandoning me disappear?"

He almost said the second half of the sentence through gritted teeth. It can be clearly seen that his grievances towards the Prime Minister's Mansion are deep and difficult to resolve.After all, he was only a seven-year-old child at that time, and the prime minister's mansion had the heart to abandon him.

The drunkard sighed, and continued to drink without any intention of persuading him. After finishing the pot of wine, the drunkard hung the wine gourd back on the wooden staff.

"The heart is like double silk nets, and there are thousands of knots in it." The drunkard sighed helplessly, looked at him and said, "The prime minister and his wife have treated you poorly, but the old lady has never treated you so badly. Look."

After the drunkard finished speaking, he got up and wanted to leave, he couldn't help sighing, "I'm bothering you!" He shook his head and smiled again, and left in a cool manner, still in the same attitude that he had nothing to do with himself.

He sat silently for a long time, thinking of the memory of this body before he was seven years old, stood up, walked to the door, and saw the handkerchief drying on the medicine rack at a glance.Jiujiu was hiding from the sun under the medicine rack, so bored that he was drawing on the ground with a wooden stick.

"Ninety-nine" he yelled.

Jiujiu tilted his head and saw him, immediately got up, straightened his clothes, saluted and called "Master."

"Pack up your things and go to the Prime Minister's Mansion." After he ordered, he walked out of the room and went to another place.When he came out again, he had already changed into a white shirt and a blue shirt, and he had an extra white jade Xiao in his hand.

With a small body and a big medicine box on his back, Jiujiu followed him into the carriage and arrived at the Prime Minister's Mansion.

He looked at the plaque of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and there was nostalgia in his eyes, but it was filled with hatred in an instant.When he stepped into the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion, he hesitated and stopped in mid-air.

"Please, sir" several times, but he didn't hear it. He only saw an invitation gesture, and then he put his foot down.

Seeing his arrival, the people in the Prime Minister's Mansion were as excited as if they saw a fairy.

"Mr. Greeting" the man in the brown brocade robe stepped forward to salute, dressed like a person in the officialdom, with a smile on his face.

If he hadn't seen the prime minister again, he would have almost forgotten what this face looked like. It had been 15 years since he had seen him, and he had indeed aged a lot, but the smile on his face made him feel hypocritical.

"Where is the old lady?" He didn't want to stay here for a moment longer, he just wanted to heal the old lady and leave immediately.

The woman standing beside "Qi'er" had tears in her eyes when she first saw him, as if she saw an acquaintance she hadn't seen for a long time, with tenderness and self-blame in her eyes, she seemed to have confirmed her thoughts at this moment , Shouted these two words.

He didn't respond, but the prime minister said, "Take your wife down." The prime minister pointed to the two maids, and when he saw the lady's appearance, he immediately showed disgust.

Madam stood in front of him, tears ran down her cheeks, grabbed his arm, watched him shout "Qi'er."

He looked at the shape of Madam's lips before he knew what he was calling. It had been a long time since anyone had called this name, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.

"Ma'am, you've got the wrong person." He broke away from his wife's hand and flicked his sleeve, feeling very disgusted, as if his wife had stained his clothes, his eyes suddenly turned cold.

Even though he followed the prime minister into the backyard, his wife still called "Qi'er" behind him.

Seeing that Jiujiu couldn't bear it, he saluted and added another sentence: "My master's surname is Ying, and the word is Xi."

Mrs. "Yingxi" pronounced the name several times, then shook her head and frantically denied, "No, he is my Qi'er, he is my Qi'er."

Yingxi treated the old lady and gave him an injection. The wife frantically shouted behind her: "Qi'er", and said with tears streaming down her face: "Qi'er, it was because of my parents who lost you back then. After so many years, Mother is very regretful, can you forgive mother?"

"Qi Er, you are my Qi Er, right?"

"Qi'er, mother misses you so much, don't leave mother anymore, okay?"

There was no reply to every sentence, the prime minister couldn't stand it anymore, and asked someone to take his wife away, but the wife didn't want to at all.

Madam still wanted to speak, but Jiujiu really couldn't bear to watch it, so he saluted and reminded: "Madam, my master suffers from ear problems, and he reads with his lips, so no matter how much you speak behind him, you still can't hear him." .”

Hearing that Jiujiu said that Yingxi couldn't hear, Madam was shocked, and confirmed that Yingxi was her Qi'er, and couldn't help crying even more.

The prime minister also looked at Yingxi, lost in thought.

It turned out that in the face of such a noisy situation, Yingxi was able to concentrate on diagnosis and treatment because he couldn't hear at all.

"Jiujiu, Shu Qingwan." Yingxi pulled out the silver needle from the old lady's body and stretched out her hand.

Jiujiu immediately found the medicine bottle in the medicine box, poured the pills in the palm of his hand, and handed them to Yingxi.

As soon as Yingxi finished talking about "water", Jiujiu immediately poured water and handed it to Yingxi.

After taking the medicine, the old lady coughed twice and opened her eyes. She was also surprised when she saw Yingxi, but she didn't speak.

Yingxi stood up, turned to the Prime Minister and said: "The old lady is fine, eat some porridge for the next seven days, and some ginseng soup on the eighth day, not too much, if there is no vomiting, you can eat naturally. Remember to be gentle.”

Jiujiu obediently took out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the medicine box, spread it for Yingxi, and handed the pen to Yingxi.

Yingxi wrote a prescription and handed it to the prime minister.

"Grasp the medicine three times, one stick three decoctions, take the medicine at noon every day, and finish it."

"Qi'er, are you Qi'er?" Knowing that Ying Xi couldn't hear her, the lady stood in front of Ying Xi consciously, looked up at him and talked to him, and deliberately slowed down her speech.

"Madam's blood is not good, so it's not suitable to hurt your spirit." Yingxi didn't answer this question, but reminded her to pay attention to her body in a disguised form.

Jiujiu had already packed up the medicine box and carried it on his back. Seeing Yingxi being entangled by his wife, he stepped forward.Yingxi saw Jiujiu coming, and looked at Jiujiu.

"Master, pack it up, it's time to go back."

Yingxi nodded, but his wife blocked the way, insisting that Yingxi admit that he was the Qi'er she was talking about.

Madam wanted to reach out and grab Yingxi's arm, but Yingxi blocked it with Xiao in his hand, and took two steps back, "Madam, please respect yourself if you want to kiss each other or not."

Madam cried even harder, Yingxi didn't offer any comfort, but there was a trace of unbearable in his eyes.

Seeing Yingxi treat him so strangely and distantly, the sad face of his wife became even more sad.

"Qi'er, we have been wrong all these years, how about coming back?" Madam, who had been crying several times, felt weak even standing up, she almost knelt on the ground and begged Yingxi.

Yingxi looked at the person in front of him, and the unbearableness in his eyes intensified a bit. He helped his wife with the jade flute in his hand, and turned his head to rest his gaze on the prime minister's face.

The cold eyes always make people feel a chill, which makes Yingxi's eyes lose the tenderness immediately.

"Qi'er, are you really Qi'er? Have you come back?" The old lady was still sick, but she heard the voice and asked someone to help her out, stood in front of Yingxi, and grabbed Yingxi clothes, with a look of anticipation in his eyes.