When Lu Zheng was taking the medicinal materials from the bag, Xiao Fuzi, who was beside Xiao Qi, kept stretching his head to look. After seeing Lu Zheng take out the dried flower wrapped in oil paper, he poked his head forward again and realized clearly. After looking at the other things in the bag, he didn't find what he wanted to ask for. The one just now turned out to be the last one.
He watched Li Ao leave with the medicinal materials with a heartbroken look on his face.
After eating and drinking, Lu Zheng felt sleepy. If Xiao Qi had not come this time, Li Shixiong would have left Lu Zheng at Huhe Hall for Fan Wei.
But now, Li Shixiong didn't dare to mention it. He just asked Lu Zheng politely when he could come to Huhe Hall again. Mr. Fan still had to count on her for his illness.
Lu Zheng knew his worries and just said: "Take the medicine first, or you will continue to be drowsy. I will come back tomorrow evening."
Li Shixiong was slightly relieved when he heard that Lu Zheng would come for consultation tomorrow. He personally sent Lu Zheng and others out of the Tiger Crane Hall, said goodbye to Xiao Qi respectfully, and watched Xiao Qi and others leave in a grand manner.
After Lu Zheng and others left, a man not far from Huhe Hall lowered the corner of the carriage curtain, looking a little dazed, and said to the man sitting in the carriage: "It turns out that Miss Lu lives in Lingyang Prince's Mansion, no wonder I said I want to go When I reported it, the concierge said no need."
Even if the government government comes forward, how can it compare to the Lingyang garrison? Or the commander should come in person.
Song Siwen didn't speak. The face he saw just now still appeared in his mind, but it was a little different from what he remembered.
The once lively and bright young boy has now become a speechless and indifferent young man. His aura of being aloof from strangers actually makes him feel that he is in the same boat.
"Sir, did you see Prince Lingyang in the capital in the past?" Yang Dong asked in a low voice when he saw that Song Siwen was worried.
Although the Yang brothers had served Song Siwen since childhood, they had never followed Song Siwen to the capital before. Since Song Siwen was too dazzling when he was a child, and the Song family had high hopes, it was not an exaggeration to have a group of servants. At that time, the Yang brothers also Just running errands in Song Siwen's yard.
But in the seventh year of Chongning, Song Siwen, who returned to Jiangnan from the capital, fell seriously ill. He stayed in bed for several months, but it was not good and he suffered from heart disease.
Also that year, the number of people in Song Siwen's courtyard gradually decreased, and in the end there was only an old servant and the Yang brothers left. The old servant was the father of the Yang brothers.
When Song Siwen went out to travel, he was accompanied only by the two Yang brothers. Yang Xia was steady and talked little, so the important task of talking to Song Siwen to relieve his boredom fell on Yang Dong.
At this time, Yang Dong's words brought Song Siwen back from his thoughts. He recalled what the noble families often said when they came to Beijing: The only one who could compare with the young master of the Song family in the south of the Yangtze River was the Prince of Lingyang.
Song Siwen raised the corners of his lips slightly, met Yang Dong's curious gaze, and said, "How come I haven't seen it before and tried it before?"
"He was truly the number one prodigy in the capital back then."
Yang Dong's eyes widened, and he could hear the respect from Song Siwen's words just now. Who was his young master? He could compose poems at the age of five. He was a child prodigy recognized by the entire literary world in Jiangnan.
How powerful is a person who can make his young master respect him?
"Who will win if the young master competes with him?" Yang Dong asked again.
Song Siwen fell into silence. Yang Xia coughed from outside the carriage. Yang Dong shrank his neck and realized that he shouldn't ask.
"Son..."
At this time, the look on Song Siwen's face was something Yang Dong couldn't understand. He was a little panicked, but he heard Song Siwen say, "Back then, we were tied and there was no winner."
However, the third round of competition had not yet started but stayed in Chongning for seven years.
There was silence in the carriage for a moment. Yang Xia, who was driving the carriage, asked in a low voice whether he wanted to go back to the Chinese Medical Hall. Song Siwen said, "Go back. A Dong will go to Lingyang Prince's Mansion to deliver the greeting card tomorrow morning."
The carriage slowly left, leaving only a clear glow.
It was already three quarters to one hour when Lu Zheng returned to her residence. She felt like her eyelids were fighting. Xiao Fuzi talked to her a lot along the way, but she leaned on the pillow prepared for Xiao Qi in the carriage and wandered away, not listening at all. What is Qing Xiaofuzi talking about.
In the end, he didn't last long. He tilted his head and fell on the pillow.
After getting off the carriage, it was Xiao Fuzi who woke up Lu Zheng who was half asleep. Lu Zheng opened her eyes and realized she had arrived. She waved sleepily to Xiao Qi and followed Lian Xin who was guarding the door of the courtyard. He entered the bedroom behind him, didn't even take off his shoes, and fell asleep.
With a complicated look on her face, Lian Xin leaned forward and took off Lu Zheng's shoes and socks, wiped Lu Zheng's face with a handkerchief, covered her with a quilt, and then left the room.
In the pavilion, Sui Lunzheng played chess with Xiao Qi, "Your Majesty's chess skills have improved again."
Xiao Qi just slowly raised his eyes, his eyes not as cold as usual towards others, he raised his hand and dropped it again.
Sui Lun held the missing chess piece in his hand and whispered: "If the prince really thinks that Miss Lu's medical skills are feasible, there is no harm in staying with him. But please pay more attention to everything and don't be careless."
After saying that, the chess piece in his hand fell.
Only people like them know how difficult it is for Xiao Qi to survive until now. He must pay attention to anyone who appears next to Xiao Qi.
Xiao Qi followed suit and responded to Sui Lun's words with an aggravated sound. Sui Lun knew that Xiao Qi had listened.
At this time, Xiao Qi heard familiar footsteps and looked up at Lian Xin who came to report to Xiao Fuzi. After Xiao Fuzi heard what Lian Xin said, he asked her to go back.
"Miss Lu has rested. It seems that she was tired today." Xiao Fuzi did not say in front of Sui Lun that Lu Zheng didn't even take off her shoes and fell asleep.
Sui Lun chuckled. He was riding next to Xiao Qi's carriage. Naturally, he heard Xiao Fuzi chattering to Lu Zheng along the way, but he didn't hear a few words from Miss Lu.
Sui Lun took another look at the chess game. There was no doubt that he would lose. He put the chess pieces back in his hand and stood up. "It's getting late. I'll retire. Your Majesty, please rest early."
Xiao Qi nodded slightly. Sui Lun, who had just taken two steps, paused and said: "Just now, a carriage stopped not far from Huhe Hall. He is the youngest son of the Song family in the south of the Yangtze River. Someone will come to see him off tomorrow. Greetings."
When Sui Lun heard about the youngest son of the Song family in the south of the Yangtze River, Xiao Fuzi in the pavilion trembled in his heart and looked at Xiao Qi cautiously. At this moment, Xiao Fuzi clearly felt Xiao Qi's indifference that was thousands of miles away. .
Sui Lun sighed in his heart, "If the prince doesn't want to see you, you can refuse."
After saying that, Sui Lun left.
Xiao Qi lowered his eyes and picked up the chess pieces one by one, his movements were slow, and his beautiful eyes dimmed little by little. Unlike when he recognized Song Siwen on the noisy street a few days ago, in this quiet night, the man who had been there for many years The tormenting memory once again opened up along Song Siwen's path.
