After walking around for a while, Shi Qinghuan and Bailiheng sat down in a restaurant.
There was a lot of wine and wine inside, and the sound of the storyteller waking up was very lively.
When Shi Qinghuan listened to the noise, not only was he not irritated, but he also felt that there was something special about it.
With the delicious food, Shi Qinghuan's attention was gradually attracted by the storyteller downstairs.
"Let's talk today. How about we move to the city to pass judgment on Mr. Song?"
"Okay, I'll never tire of hearing it!"
"Speaking of our sentencing, he is different from other officials. Not only was he born and raised in our moved city, but he also relied on his own talent and hard work to pass the imperial examination. The most important thing is that after passing the exam, he was recognized by the current emperor. I want him to stay in Kyoto City to serve. As everyone knows, that is Kyoto City. It is prosperous and charming, and a place of power and interests. If he can stay, it will have a bright future. But our Song Tongpan, But he resolutely chose to return to his hometown as an official to benefit the hometown."
"good!"
The wood woke up and the storyteller sighed.
"Speaking of our move to the city, ten years ago it was a barren place with no harvests and disasters. First there were floods and then droughts. The people in the city could hardly live anymore, but the government's disaster relief money and grain were delayed. At this moment Mr. Song, who was just a county magistrate at the time, resolutely went to Kyoto again, overcame obstacles, brought us life-saving disaster relief silver grain, and worked with us day and night. In this way, we changed to the second year. What a great harvest!”
"Master Song is the savior of all of us in Qiancheng!"
"That's right, a good official is rare in the world!"
Everyone praised, and the storyteller continued.
"More than that, Song Tongpan has worked hard for us for ten years, paved the way for us, eliminated worries, and rebuilt our city step by step into the prosperous appearance it is today. He is really a great talent, but it is a pity that ten After years of hard work, not only did Song Tongpan not get married, but his body also accumulated a lot of ailments. He was already suffering from illness and fatigue at the age of less than 40..."
The atmosphere downstairs became a little depressing, but Shi Qinghuan turned to look at Bailiheng, "Master Song, is he sick from overwork?"
"Well, there are rumors."
"Very serious?"
"The details are unknown, but it should be serious."
Shi Qinghuan thought about it and said, "How about we go visit tomorrow?"
"You want to save him?"
"A good official serving the people should live a long life."
Bailiheng slowly put down the wine glass in his hand, and couldn't help but sigh, "When you see him, you may not save him."
"Um?"
Shi Qinghuan looked confused and was about to ask Bailiheng for clarification, but there was sudden chaos downstairs.
"Is Doctor Du here?"
"Here it is!"
"Oh, Doctor Du, come with me quickly. Song Tongpan is vomiting blood again. Come with me quickly!"
"What? Did Song Tongpan read the book all night? Oh, let's go, let's go!"
Doctor Du was pulled out quickly and got into the carriage.
The remaining guests looked out worriedly.
"How can this be good?"
"Oh, there is nothing we can do. Even now, Mr. Song is always working day and night. No matter how good his body is, it is broken. No matter how good the doctor is, there is nothing he can do!"
"you do not say!"
After listening to everyone's words, Shi Qinghuan stood up. Just as he turned back to look at Bailiheng, Bailiheng also stood up and put down the silver.
"Let's go and see!"
He knew what she was thinking.
Shi Qinghuan smiled and nodded, and the two of them left the restaurant together.
It happened that Zhang Yue had sold out all the things, so they went to Tongpan Mansion together.
After telling the doctor's name, the housekeeper let them in.
As soon as he saw the mansion, Shi Qinghuan believed what the people said.
Because the mansion is not only elegant, but even a little simple.
There are only a few servants in the mansion.
He is so incorruptible and deserves to be rescued.
"Think of a solution quickly!"
"Doctor Du, please think of another way and please save my family!"
There was a lot of noise inside, and the situation looked very bad.
Shi Qinghuan walked in and saw that the basin next to the bed was full of blood. The person lying there was as skinny as a stick, his face was pale, and there were a lot of blood stains on it, and he couldn't even see his appearance clearly.
"I come!"
Without any hesitation, Shi Qinghuan stepped forward, felt the pulse, injected the needle, and administered the medicine in one go.
After a while, Master Song's breath calmed down and his complexion became much better.
Everyone looked shocked when they saw this.
The girl in front of her is less than 20 years old, but at such a young age, her medical skills are so superb.
Everyone thanked her, and Doctor Du even talked freely with her and asked her for advice.
Shi Qinghuan also spoke out and chatted with Dr. Du for a long time, and finally the two of them determined the prescription and treatment plan.
Doctor Du went down to boil the medicine. Shi Qinghuan looked at the deep night and sighed.
Bailiheng had been by her side, but he was only watching from a distance, and now he came to her side, "Is the situation very difficult?"
"Well, as they said, Mr. Song is tired, and has become ill from years of overwork. He is almost exhausted."
"Is there no other way?"
"Yes. Unless he takes good care of his body from now on, he may be able to live for ten or eight years. Otherwise, he will not be able to survive a year."
After saying this, Shi Qinghuan still didn't quite understand, "Can anyone really work so hard for the people?"
She has seen many good officials, but Mr. Song is the first to be so desperate.
"Perhaps he also has something hidden!"
"Hidden secret?"
Shi Qinghuan looked at Bailiheng's expression and remembered what he had said before, and suddenly reacted, "Do you know something?"
"I know some details, but..."
Before he finished speaking, a voice of joy came from the room.
"Master Song is awake!"
When Shi Qinghuan heard this, he immediately turned around and said, "I'll go see him first. Tell me everything you know in a minute!"
Seeing Shi Qinghuan enter the room eagerly, Bailiheng sighed, "I'm afraid I don't need to tell you!"
Quickly reaching the bedside, Mr. Song had already sat up and bent down to salute Shi Qinghuan.
"Song Mingjing, thank you girl for saving my life!"
Song Mingjing!
Shi Qinghuan's heart was shaken and his steps stopped instantly.
Just as Song Mingjing stood up, the face gradually overlapped with the one on the previous portrait.
Although he was thin and haggard, there was no doubt that it was him.
Shi Qinghuan's expression darkened, and his breath suddenly became cold.
"Are you Song Mingjing? The Song Mingjing who passed the imperial examination twelve years ago?"
"That's right!"
Just as Song Mingjing answered, Shi Qinghuan's eyes flashed with cold light, and he quickly arrived in front of Song Mingjing, and the dagger hidden in her arms was placed directly on Song Mingjing's neck.
"Girl, what are you doing?"
This time, the butler was frightened. Bailiheng stepped forward and knocked the butler unconscious with one blow.
Then he held Shi Qinghuan's hand.
Shi Qinghuan raised his eyes and looked at Bailiheng, "You really know everything."
"Yes, I just wanted to tell you at the restaurant!"
"What about now? Do you want to stop me?"
"No, you make all the decisions yourself. I just want to say a few more words, hidden secrets!"
After saying that, Bailiheng let go of Shi Qinghuan's hand, turned around and walked out.
Just as he arrived at the door, Zhang Yue happened to come back, and his face was full of surprise when he saw the scene inside the house.
Without waiting to ask, Bailiheng pushed him out and closed the door.
"What's going on inside? How could she..."
"Master Song was related to the Zhengyang Rebellion ten years ago."
"What? Then she will kill him?"
"Let her make her own decision. What we have to do is tie up the pieces after she has made all the decisions."
