“Wontons~delicious wontons~”
"Do you three want to eat wontons?" The stall owner who set up a stall under the locust tree greeted Xiao Qi and the other two people standing in front of his stall enthusiastically.
Xiao Qi didn't look at the stall owner, but stared intently at Lu Zheng, who was eating her second bowl of wontons at the wonton stall. At this time, Lu Zheng had already finished the last wonton in her bowl, and she didn't even raise her head, "Boss ,one more bowl!"
"Okay~"
Xiao Qi: "..." No wonder Xiao Fuzi complained that he didn't eat enough a few days ago.
Lu Zheng, who was about to drink the soup, felt a darkness in front of her. Her hand holding the bowl paused, and she looked up to see Xiao Qi. There were two human figures standing behind her, which looked very familiar to her.
"Why are you here? His chicken soup wontons are pretty good. They rival the chef at your house. Do you want a bowl?"
She also came here smelling the fragrance, believe her she is right.
Xiao Qi turned his head and glanced at Xiao Fuzi. Xiao Fuzi, who was still holding Lu Zheng's baggage, immediately understood, "Boss, have another bowl."
Who is this girl, and why does she seem to be so familiar with the heir apparent? The prince not only chased her here, but also sat down to eat wontons with her?
Also, when had she been to Lingyang Palace? How do you know how good the chefs in Lingyang Palace are? Xiao Fuzi looked at Changping with confusion, and the other party gave him a look that he didn't understand.
Seeing that Xiao Qi was still holding her unfinished sesame seed cake in his hand, Lu Zheng asked him, "Do you want to eat it?"
But everyone understood the look in her eyes immediately. She wanted to eat.
Xiao Qi handed over the sesame cake in his hand, and Lu Zheng took it and started eating. He raised his hand and asked the stall owner to hand the wontons to Xiao Qi first, indicating that he should eat first.
The moment Xiao Qi lowered his head, his eyes glanced at Lu Zheng's left hand, which she had been holding tightly. She seemed to be holding something important in her hand.
At this time, the stall owner brought another bowl of wontons. Lu Zheng subconsciously moved the wontons in front of her with her left hand. The moment she opened her hand, a scent of aroma passed by the tip of Xiao Qi's nose. , exactly the same as what I smelled just now on the front street.
It turned out that the fragrance really came from her body, and he had smelled it in the valley.
After finishing the third bowl of wontons, Xiao Fuzi and Chang Ping looked at each other. This girl had a really good appetite.
Lu Zheng also had a satisfied look on his face. When Xiao Qi put down his spoon and asked him with a smile: "I want to spend a few days in the capital, but I don't know anyone here. Can I stay at your house for a few days?"
The most important thing is that she really likes the cook of Prince Lingyang's Mansion, and misses him dearly these days.
Although the look Xiao Qi looked at her was not very cold, it was not gentle either. Lu Zheng also knew that the two of them were not familiar with each other, so he added: "I won't live in vain. I have some medical skills and can help the people in your house." I feel like I have a headache, can you look at it?"
Besides, Xiao Qi was also poisoned by several chronic poisons. What if she could be used for something?
The sun shone through the cracks on Xiao Qi's porcelain face, his phoenix eyes still indifferent. He stared at Lu Zheng's opening and closing mouth, and in his ears was the sound he once made, which was crisp and sweet.
At this moment, a strong thought came into his mind, and he wanted to speak, no matter...whose voice he used.
Seeing that he didn't respond, Lu Zheng asked again: "I won't stay here for long, is that okay?"
He wouldn't be so stingy, would he? Was he very polite when he left her a letter before, or was it that he was wary of her? After all, something incredible happened between the two.
Just when Lu Zheng thought he wouldn't respond, Xiao Qi moved his eyes upward, looked into Lu Zheng's eyes, and nodded.
Lu Zheng was overjoyed, a pair of sparkling eyes flashed with a little smile: "I knew you were not that kind of person."
She stared into Xiao Qi's eyes and answered the questions he had asked in his letter. Her eyes seemed to be looking at a child. They only heard her say: "My surname is Lu, and my last name is Zheng. Qin Zheng" The zither.”
Xiao Fuzi and Chang Ping were both confused when they heard this. What does it mean? Is it possible that their prince doesn't know this girl?
The expression on Xiao Qi's face was still indifferent, but he nodded slightly and said silently in his heart, Lu Zheng.
At this moment, Xiao Qi, who could not say that he was still very sensitive in his heart but was still a young man, would not have thought of what the girl in front of him would bring to him. When he was thirty years old, his friend asked him with a smile what the young Lu Zheng was to him. ?
At that time, Lingyang King Xiao Qi, who had already been able to speak, thought of those dark and bloody nights, the nightmares that never went away, the darkness that he could not see even if he tried his best to open his eyes. Lu Zheng was just like the darkness for him. The light bearer who leads the way.
What does that ray of light mean to him who has long been trapped in endless hell?
Was it her bright smile that diluted his sorrow and was praised by everyone as the fruit of his relief? Was it her amazing medical skills that cured his mute disease and became his exclusive miracle doctor? Or was it the scent of blood that stirred up the world for many days when the apricot blossoms drizzled in the spring of March that year?
At a certain moment of life and death, Xiao Qi finally understood.
He looked at his friend beside him, the corners of his lips curved, and his voice was very calm: "God."
His gods.
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Chinese Medical Hall.
Dong Qicai was dragged back from the street. Although it was a bit rude, the person who went to invite him kept apologizing all the way.
He knew that he was eager to save people, so how could he care about it? Before he reached the door of the Chinese Medical Hall, he bumped into the patient he wanted to treat. The man whose eyes were swollen from crying was holding a handsome young man in his arms. It seemed that it was him. It’s time to heal people.
Dong Qicai had already asked about the symptoms on the way. Although Yang Xia was anxious, he explained clearly and clearly. He even recited the prescription. He knew it was not good as soon as he heard it.
But at this time, seeing Song Siwen lying in the hospital about to wake up, Dr. Dong took his pulse several times, frowned and asked Yang Dong again: "How did that person give your son the acupuncture? Where are they all stabbed?"
Yang Dong: "..." Didn't he already say it twice?
"What's wrong with my young master? Please let Dr. Dong know." Yang Xia pushed aside Yang Dong and bowed to Dong Qicai.
Dong Qicai, who had a white beard, withdrew his hand to feel his pulse and looked at Song Siwen's face with some confusion. If there was anything wrong, according to the symptoms described by Yang Xia and the prescriptions Song Siwen had taken these days, Mr. Song was already a Taking medicine to hang on to his life, it stands to reason that he should have returned to the west by now.
But, what now? Although the pulse is weak and the symptoms are present, there will be no problem if you live for a year and a half.
What kind of acupuncture is it? It actually has such a miraculous effect?
"Your young master has been working hard these days, and you don't think about food and tea. You can't sleep at night. Your heart palpitates after just a few steps?" Dong Qicai asked.
Yang Xia nodded: "Yes, Doctor Dong is absolutely right. Our young master has not had a full night's sleep in several days."
Dong Qicai nodded and asked again: "Then he is in a strange mood today?"
Song Siwen and Dong Qicai had seen this symptom a lot. Most of them were caused by recurring wind-cold infections in childhood, which resulted in heart damage and heart disease. Wind-cold and emotional excitement were the most taboo.
Yang Dong said hurriedly: "I passed by Lingyang today. My eldest brother went to buy cakes for the young master. I was accompanying the young master on the street. The young master didn't know who he saw. He looked a little excited and chased after him. When I caught up with him, the young master had already fallen to the ground. ”
Dong Qicai stared at Song Siwen's face and said seriously: "Although there is no danger of life, but..."
Yang Xia and Yang Xia's hearts were aroused again when they heard Dong Qicai say: "Your master's illness... you still need to see that person for treatment."
