imperial psychologist

Chapter 246
At this time, Bai Yi was in a state of anxiety, and set off from the high-rise building of the Imperial Hospital outside the palace to rush home.

Not long ago, Bai Shijun, who was at home today, asked someone to send a text message, with only four words written on it, "It's urgent, come back soon!".

Seeing these four words, Bai Yi's heart tightened, and he ran home as if flying.

Tomorrow will be the day when Bai Shijun plans to go to the mountains to collect herbs, so today he did not come to the Tai Hospital with him to work as usual, but to prepare his luggage at home alone. After all, he will go out for three to five days , In the mountains, everything depends on oneself, and one cannot be sloppy at all.

This time, the person who was going to go into the mountain with him changed from Bai Ling to himself. Although Bai Yi was not used to it, he still agreed to go into the mountain with his father. In the end, he was still worried. Bai Shijun went into the mountain alone when he was old, and he could carry what he could carry on his shoulders, and he could more or less hold hands.

Now, Bai Shijun suddenly asked someone to send such a note, which really shocked Bai Yi. He directly rejected the three rabbit anatomy demonstrations in the afternoon, and ran all the way to his own alley worriedly, only to find this At this moment, the originally narrow alley was blocked by cars and horses.

Tall horses drag beautifully decorated carts, and each cart is stacked with a large and a small wooden box. The varnish of the wooden box is painted brightly, exuding a kind of dark purple nobility—if only the box itself is worth a lot. Not cheap, not to mention what's inside.

Bai Yi's heart twitched slightly, something had happened.

When he ran all the way to the door of his house against the wall, he realized that the door was full of people again - only this time it was not villagers, but two middle-aged men in expensive clothes and their accompanying servants .

Several people watched Bai Yi approaching, with a bit of searching in their eyes, the leader with the goatee spoke first.

"Could someone come... can... but... but... little imperial doctor Bai... Bai... Bai Yi?"

Bai Yi ignored them, went straight to the door and started knocking on the door. When Bai Shijun heard the voice of his son, he trotted over and opened the door a little, allowing Bai Yi to come in and talk.

"What's going on outside?" Bai Yi pointed behind him.

Bai Shijun was confused, "I don't know, I feel that the battle is not small, I dare not open the door first. So I threw a ball of paper at your Mrs. Zhong's house next door, and asked them to call you back for me, and wait for you Come back, let's discuss and discuss, and make a decision together."

Bai Yi nodded, and even praised his father for a good job.

He glanced back, and through the fence in the yard he saw that both ends of the street were packed with carriages.

"Nine times out of ten, they came to Bailing again. I guess it's the same as Qu Xiu's last time." Bai Yi speculated, "How long have these people been here?"

"It must have been more than half an hour."

At this time, there was another loud inquiry from outside, "Excuse me, is this the residence of the imperial physician Bai Shijun?"

Bai Shijun still remained silent and ignored him. Bai Yi thought for a while and asked loudly, "Who are you?"

The people outside also replied, "We belong to Mr. Shoufu! We are here to see Doctor Bai!"

Bai Yi opened the door, but only invited two people who looked like masters into the house with cold faces. , followed Bai Yi into the Bai family's house alone.

Perhaps it was because they hadn't seen such a dilapidated courtyard for a long time, and both of them looked at the furnishings of the compound with some curiosity.

Bai Shijun greeted the two of them to enter the room and sit down. Bai Yi went to the kitchen to make a pot of tea and served it. The four of them sat around the table. The man who stuttered before smiled and presented his name card to Bai Shijun.

Bai Shijun took it and opened it, and Bai Yi glanced up at the side—good guy, it turned out to be Song Na, one of the servants of the official department.

Isn't that the son of Song Bozong, the chief assistant of the dynasty...

The backs of the two were straighter than before. Although Bai Shijun had never seen the father and son, he had heard of Song Na's notoriety, and Bai Yi immediately remembered his love affair in Chaotian Street. One night, the whip on my hand.

"So it's Mr. Song, I'm so far away to welcome you." Bai Shijun frowned and closed the name card, "Mr. Song, do you want to...?"

The person who was also dressed in fine clothes stood up and bowed slightly to Bai Shijun, "Excuse me, Doctor Bai, let me speak for my lord. We are here today to mention a happy event."

An ominous premonition floated up in the hearts of Bai Yi and Bai Shijun at the same time, "...happy event?"

"That's right, Ling Ai is approaching the golden hairpin's year. During this period of time, she has been in the limelight in Beijing. Whether it's my family's adults or my family's elders, they appreciate it very much. Thinking about it, our young master hasn't made an appointment yet. Marriage, today my adults came to the door with some small gifts."

In the Great Zhou Dynasty, there was already a set of fixed procedures for women to get married.

First, the man prepares some small gifts to come to the door, one or two pieces of pork and one or two jars of wine are enough, expressing the intention of asking for marriage, it is for acceptance.

If both parties have intentions, they will give each other names and horoscopes, which is to ask for names;

Afterwards, the man will go to the temple for divination with the names and horoscopes of both parties. If it is suitable, he will prepare some gifts and go to the woman's home to announce the good news. It is for Najib;
After going through these three steps, the next step is to officially give the bride price to the woman—this is a heavy gift, also known as Na Zheng.

But today, the Song family had never been to the door before, and when they came, they brought a lot of gifts that filled the whole alley...

Even when Bai Shijun stood up, not only his face was livid, but his head was shaking like a rattle, "No, no! How can a child's marriage be such a trifling matter! Although we are small families, we are innocent. My daughter wants to get engaged, so Nacai, Wenming, Najib, Nazheng... There must be no less steps in the process. Your family is rich and powerful, and we can't afford it. The things you brought today Take everything back, too!"

The man was not embarrassed, he just smiled, "Mr. Bai probably misunderstood, what we brought today is not a betrothal gift."

"It's not a bride price? The carriage has been pulled all the way, how can it be—"

"Yes, it's just a small gift from Na Cai... How dare our Song family neglect such a golden and jaded person as Ling Ai." The man's face was a little apologetic, "I didn't make it clear earlier, let Doctor Bai Misunderstood. If it is really hired, the things that our Song Mansion will send will only be ten times or a hundred times more than this... After all, the young master is the heart and soul of our adults and elders, and getting married is a big deal for women. Marrying a wife is no small matter for a man."

Bai Shijun stood there stunned - he knew that the Song Mansion was rich, but he never thought that the Song Mansion could be so rich.

Lord Shoufu, who is so powerful in the ruling and opposition parties, wants to marry his own daughter for his grandson?

Although Bai Shijun didn't understand the officialdom very well, his intuition also told him that no matter why the Song family suddenly had the idea of ​​marrying Bai Ling into the family, there was a fire pit there, and he must not push his precious daughter over there. of.

However, looking at the polite look of the people in front of him, he couldn't think of an excuse to drive them away.

"How old is the young master of your Song family?" Bai Yi suddenly asked from the side.

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