The Shen family has such a great background. Everyone in the world knows that the Shen family is the national surname. Looking at the whole world, there is no ordinary person except the royal family who dares to bear this surname.
In fact, I regretted asking this question. How could someone who could live in King Feng Yi's old residence be an ordinary person?
Nanxian understood, nodded and said, "Then I'll go back first, and don't leave anyone before the hospital bed tonight."
The steward said hello, and turned to signal to the boy driving the carriage, "I must deliver it to Madam Xixiaxia Alley properly, and don't be sloppy." He thanked Nanxian again and again, then stepped back and watched the carriage go away.
It was getting late, and the moonlight was dim and dim, unable to illuminate the road ahead.
Su He looked out through the gap on the window edge and turned around and said, "I'm afraid it's going to snow tomorrow."
Nanxian said "hmm" and leaned against the side of the car, closing his eyes.
Su He came closer, leaned against her shoulder and asked, "Little lady, when will the husband come back? Didn't he agree when he went out that he would come back at the winter solstice this year?"
Nan Xian said casually: "If someone is sent out by the Central Government on official business, he has no choice but to decide when he will come back. I haven't received any letters from him recently. I don't think he will be able to come back in time for the New Year this year."
Su He was a little disappointed and muttered: "I've been gone for a year, and I can't tell when I'll come back. After the New Year, I'll be nineteen, and I can't afford to waste time."
Nan Xian didn't respond to her. Speaking of his own situation, it was actually a bit complicated.
I am not a biological child of the Xiang family. I was adopted by the Xiang family since I was a child. Although I have adopted the surname Xiang, I do not participate in the family arrangement. Therefore, my eldest brother is named Xiang Shishen, I am named Xiang Nanxian, and my youngest sister is named Xiang Yunci. , sound unrelated to each other.
Why not treat them equally like children adopted from other families? Even she was not even included in the family tree. In fact, Aweng had his own considerations. In his heart, he had always wanted her to be his wife, and when she entered the family tree in the future, she should also be his wife.
Regarding this consensus, everyone has never shied away from it. Xiang's mother took care of her until she was nine years old. The plums were just ripe that year. She picked them and shared them with her brother and sister. She picked out the reddest ones and gave them to her. When she saw them, she laughed. He joked: "My Dalang is a child who knows both hot and cold. He will definitely treat Qiling well in the future, right?"
Shizhen, who was five years older than her, immediately blushed, hesitated and walked away.
On the seven strings of Lingling, listen quietly to the cold wind in the pines. Qiling is the diminutive of Nanxian. When her parents adopted her, they put a lot of thought into naming her.
She looked at her mother-in-law in confusion, wondering why her brother had left. Auntie wiped the corner of her mouth and said warmly: "Qiling and my brother will be our wives in the future. When you were in your Auntie's belly, we said we wanted to get married by fingertips."
Nanxian didn't know what fingertip marriage meant, nor did she know the connection between the two families, but she remembered a sentence that she would make Shishen a wife in the future.
Aweng and Aniang treated her very well, even better than they treated Yunci. They taught her medicine and literacy, and gave her plenty of food and clothing.
Before she died, Aniang was still planning her children's lives. "Dalang and Ling are both skilled in medicine, and they will have no worries about their livelihood whether they join the court or not. If you don't like to be restrained, it would be good to find a place to open a medical clinic. In the Spring and Autumn Period, Let’s go into the mountains together to look for medicinal materials, and we just have a companion.”
Parents' expectations are the direction of Nan Xian's life. When he was a child, he and Shishen used to fight and fight, but as he grew older, he became more and more aware of avoiding suspicion, so he became a little distant.
Nan Xian likes to meet knowledgeable, handsome young men with pure character and excellent medical skills. In addition, since they grew up together, the little affection poured out from every corner and filled the whole heart.
Yunci was three years younger than her, a girl of fifteen or sixteen years old. She had a big-hearted personality and found everything troublesome. He once said to her sincerely: "I read the storybook, and the romance in it is really troublesome. A man likes a woman, and a woman likes a man. Let's make it clear in person, and it will be so easy to get married once we have made the decision. Isn’t it too busy to have to come up with a lot of requests without having to toss and turn? It’s better to have a sister and a brother like this. They’ve known each other since they were young, so they don’t have to guess and it saves a lot of effort.”
Nan Xian felt sad, and there were some things she couldn't say. In fact, she didn't know the inside story. Maybe relationships are so awkward. Things that obviously come naturally may not be as natural as imagined.
She likes Shisui, and Shisui likes her. Her admiration for Shishen was like a girl's admiration for a man, but Shishen only had a brother-sister relationship with her.
So when Su He mentioned Lang Jun's return date, Nan Xian felt timid. Of course she was looking forward to his early return, but she was also worried that she would have to face some things she didn't want to face when he came back.
Of course, she never revealed anything to Shishen, but Shishen jokingly told her before leaving that if she met the man she liked, she would wait until he came back to make the decision for her. This was a tactful expression of her feelings.
At that time, Nan Xian responded, feeling a little sad. However, a girl also knows how to settle for the next best thing. If he only treats her as a sister, then she can secretly like him.
The sisters were joking among themselves. Nan Xian was afraid that the conversation would get too deep and he would not be able to sleep tonight. He was eager to divert the topic away from himself, so he asked Yun Ci, "What kind of husband are you looking for in the future?"
Yunci had big eyes, half-leaning on the couch, holding her arm and looking up at her, "Sister, look, what kind of husband should I get?"
Nanxian racked his brains and couldn't tell.
Yunci smiled immediately, "I know!" She simply rested her head on Nanxian's legs and gestured with her hands, "Although I am nothing, in my heart, I am almost worthy of being the king of heaven."
Hey, that's what it feels like!
After A Niang left, A Weng did not renew their relationship. Yun Ci was brought up by Nan Xian, and the bond between the sisters was extraordinary.
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Lost in memories, her thoughts were far away, and she suddenly felt Su He pulling her, and then she realized that she had entered Chaxia Alley, and the carriage stopped in front of Xiang Zhai's door.
The car curtains were opened, and Zhang's mother had been waiting at the door with people. When she came back, she hurriedly took people inside.
"Is the little lady frozen?" Mother Zhang put the stove into her arms and said coquettishly, "The Duke of Zheng's palace is really forcing people to do things difficult. In the middle of the night, they dragged a young lady who had not left the palace to deliver the baby. It will make people laugh. Although They are very calm about not seeking medical treatment, but it is really difficult for our little lady."
Nanxian couldn't reveal the inside story, so he had to deal with it vaguely: "Don't tell anyone about this, so as not to be laughed at."
Zhang's mother nodded and urged: "Come in quickly, it's getting late, change your clothes so you can sleep." She was in her fifties or sixties, but her eyes were very sharp, and she accurately spotted the blood splattered on her skirt. , complained non-stop, "Such a big battle, I'm afraid the little lady will be scared..."
Nan Xian smiled, "How can a doctor not see blood? I've never been scared, so don't worry, mom."
This is her habitual mantra, "Don't worry" and "It doesn't matter", as if everything is easy in her eyes and nothing is worth worrying about.
Zhang's mother sent him all the way back to the backyard. As soon as he entered the courtyard, he saw Yun Cihe standing under the eaves like a crane, twirling back and forth with his waist in his arms.
Suddenly she saw Nan Xian and called out to "Ajie". Then Zhang's mother stepped out and closed the courtyard door.
Yunci was very surprised that she had broadened her medical path, and asked in surprise: "Sister, when did you learn to deliver babies? Is it a boy or a girl?"
Nan Xian shook his head and sent out all the maids standing in the room before saying: "It's not really a delivery. Do you remember the 'old friend' that brother said before leaving? That old friend was in trouble and asked me to save his life."
Regarding this old friend, I have said a few words about him, but in short, there are thousands of twists and turns, stories within stories.
If the guess is correct, the person saved today should be the posthumous son of King Feng Yi.
This dynasty had been passed down for eight generations, but it was difficult for Mu Zong's generation to succeed, so Mu Zong deliberately selected a successor from the sons of his two cousins and adopted him as his adopted son.
At that time, the emperor's uncle, King Wei, had two proud sons, one was Su Zong, and the other was King Feng Yi. When it comes to talent and learning, of course King Feng Yi is the winner, but even if he is as good as the others, in the face of boundless power, even his brothers will turn against him.
Suzong had real power at that time, and he was afraid that King Feng Yi would take advantage of him, so he made a lot of accusations and wanted to kill King Feng Yi. King Feng Yi was just a weakling at that time and knew that he could not escape disaster, so he entrusted the female official who was pregnant with his own flesh and blood to a trusted retainer.
Now I think that the retainer should be named Tang. In order to keep his name, he married the female official. Aweng had a good relationship with King Feng Yi and knew the inside story. When the female official gave birth to her son, Aweng waited outside the door all night in case of emergency.
Originally, the withering lineage could be completely ignored, but unfortunately, today we encountered the same problem as Mu Zong. After twelve years of imperial rule, there were hundreds of harems, but no harvest.
The government and the public were in a panic, because Jin Shang was still in his prime and could not be urged to choose a worthy successor. However, the ministers were very clever. They arranged a drama during a banquet, and asked three actors to pretend to be scholars, and one person claimed to be a scholar. Party members, one claims to be from Zezhou and the other from Huzhou.
The little singer asked the Shangdang man what kind of medicine came from his hometown, and the Shangdang man said ginseng.
Ask people in Zezhou and they will say licorice.
Ask people from Huzhou again, and they will say yellow tiller.
Xiao Chang burst into tears, "How come there are yellow tillers in Huzhou? Yellow tillers are the most miserable people."
The deep meaning is already very clear. There have long been rumors that King Feng Yi's posthumous son is wandering in Huzhou. If one day he has to entrust Chao Gang to it, it is better to find the leftover pearl than to make amends from the sidelines.
After all, there are two divine characters that cannot be written in one stroke. Today, the son of King Feng Yi is a cousin who can no longer be close to each other.
After settling the accounts today, he "feeled sad" and ordered the people to be recalled to Jian'an. However, the forces in the DPRK and the Central Government are complicated, and it is difficult to say whether the people living abroad can successfully recognize their ancestors and return to their clan. When life and death are at stake, you can't do without the master of rejuvenation, so Aweng entrusted Shishen, and Shishen entrusted Nanxian.
After learning about it, Yunci sighed, "There really are such conspiracies and conspiracies in the world."
Nan Xian said why not, "If everyone had feelings and righteousness, King Feng Yi should still be alive."
Many things are intertwined. If it weren't for the entrustment of her family, she would not be involved in this matter. Since he had intervened, he had to save people to the end. After a good sleep at night, he got up early the next morning, packed up, had someone hitch a carriage, and drove to Qingxi again.
Yunci chased after him, buttoning up his cloak and saying urgently: "I'll go with my sister."
Nan Xian said no, "This matter is very dangerous, I can go alone. You can cover for me at home, so that if someone comes looking for me, you can deal with it for me."
Yunci couldn't resist, so she had no choice but to agree, put the person on the carriage, and said on tiptoes: "Sister, you have to go back quickly, don't delay too long, I'm waiting for you at home."
Nan Xian nodded, "The situation is going to change, go back."
The carriage went along the alley to the east of the city, passed through Zhuquehang, and walked on the river embankment. The north wind blew off the willow leaves, and the willow tree's muscles and bones were clearly exposed to the cold air. The sound of the wind blew through the branches, causing a series of towering swaying.
After getting off the river embankment, I walked along the west wall of Dongfu City. I had just walked two feet when I met a carriage halfway. The servant jumped out and spread his hands and feet in a "big" shape, blocking Nanxian's way. Way to go.
"Help me, madam." The servant shouted at the top of his lungs.
Nan Xian opened the curtain and took a look, he couldn't help but sigh, "What happened in your yamen?"
The so-called yamen is Qing Shangyang, the only son of General Qingji of the auxiliary country. He is obviously from a family of military generals but stubbornly wants to study medicine. His family refused and no one dared to teach him, so he taught himself. The last time I was trying to straighten my bones, I broke my hand. This time I didn't know what happened, and I was so anxious that I stopped someone on the street.
Even the servant felt a bit speechless and said vaguely: "I have been practicing acupuncture for the past few days. I don't know why, after a few injections, I can't move half of my body."
Nan Xian had no choice but to get out of the car and check, and saw Qing Shangyang lying on his back in the carriage over there. He reluctantly turned his head and said with embarrassment, "Qiling, I'm going to trouble you again this time."
If he hadn't known him since he was a child, Nan Xian would really not want to care about him. Asking him where it was stabbed, he raised his right hand and pointed with his fingers. Nan Xian clicked his tongue, "Hemiplegia. Let's feed him from now on."
Now Qing Shangyang became anxious and screamed, "No, no, no, no... How can I get hemiplegia? Can it still be cured? Ah? Ah? Qi Ling..."
He was so noisy that Nan Xian's head hurt. Seeing that he was really anxious, he stopped scaring him and said helplessly: "You go to my house and wait. I have something to do now. I will go back for you when I'm done."
After getting rid of this burden, it's time to get down to business. After rushing to Qingxi, the steward led her into the upper room to check. The person on the bed still had her eyes closed, and her face turned a little yellow compared to yesterday.
She was startled and asked about the situation last night.
The steward said anxiously: "Chou Zheng woke up for about half a cup of tea, and then fell asleep again. I called a few times before, but I still don't know how to respond. Madam, please think of a way."
Nanxian took his wrist and felt the pulse. Seeing that the pulse was weak and weak, he turned around and took the needle to prick Pishu, Gongsun, Mingmen and other places.
Maybe he saw some results. When he woke up from the injection, he found that his shoulders shrank slightly. He thought it was because the injection was deep and he felt pain.
The steward was pleasantly surprised and asked earnestly: "Is this a sign of improvement?"
Nan Xian frowned and looked at it, and after being silent for a long time, he said: "Prepare Chonglou, White Flower Snake Tongue Herbal Bath. The poison has entered the liver and gallbladder, and it must be forced out."
The steward hurriedly asked, "Is it enough to just soak in the medicinal soup? How long will it take to soak? I will order someone to prepare hot water."
"Half an hour." Nan Xian straightened up and wiped his hands, "In the middle of the bath, we have to give him acupuncture. Let him bathe in his middle clothes and don't take off his clothes."
