It turns out that she is really a miracle doctor

Chapter 15 We had a draw back then
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 enough, Lu Zheng felt drowsy. If Xiao Qi hadn't come this time, Li Shixiong would have left Lu Zheng in Huhetang for Fan Wei's sake.

But now, Li Shixiong didn't even dare to mention it. He just asked euphemistically when Lu Zheng could come to Huhetang again. Mr. Fan still had to rely 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 the others out of Huhe Hall, bid farewell to Xiao Qi respectfully, and watched Xiao Qi and others leave grandly.

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 the memory.

The once lively and bright little boy has now become a speechless and indifferent young man, and his aura of not approaching strangers actually gave him the illusion of sympathy for each other.

"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 in 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 family brother left, and the old servant was the father of the Yang family brother.

When Song Siwen went on a trip, there were only two brothers from the Yang family who accompanied him. Yang Xia was steady and seldom talked, so the heavy responsibility of talking with Song Siwen to relieve 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, he was the veritable No. [-] child prodigy in the capital back then."

Yang Dong's eyes widened, and he heard the respect from Song Siwen's words just now, who is worthy of the name, who is his son, who can compose poems at the age of five, and he is 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's clear cough came from outside the carriage, Yang Dong shrank his neck, realizing that he shouldn't have asked.

"Son..."

Yang Dong couldn't understand the look on Song Siwen's face at this moment. He was a little flustered, 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 a moment of silence in the carriage, Yang Xia, who was driving the carriage, asked in a low voice if he wanted to go back to the Hua Medical Hall, Song Siwen said: "Go back, tomorrow morning Adong will go to Lingyang Prince's Mansion to deliver greeting cards."

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.

Lian Xin leaned forward with a complicated expression and took off Lu Zheng's shoes and socks, wiped Lu Zheng's face with a handkerchief, covered her with a quilt, and left the room.

In the gazebo, Sui Lun is playing chess with Xiao Qi, "The master's chess skills have improved again."

Xiao Qi just raised his eyes slowly, his eyes were not as indifferent as usual to others, he raised his hand and dropped it again.

Sui Lun held the unfallen chess piece in his hand, and said in a low voice: "If my son really thinks that Miss Lu's medical skills are feasible, it's fine to stay with me, but please pay more attention to everything, don't be careless."

After speaking, 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 closely with a son, and responded to Sui Lun's words with a heavier sonorous sound, and 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 picked up the chess pieces one by one with his eyes downcast, his movements were slow, his beautiful eyes dimmed little by little, different from recognizing Song Siwen on the noisy street a few days ago, in this silent night, after years of The tormenting memory once again opened up along Song Siwen's path.

(End of this chapter)