In-house help system

Ji Wenliang didn't live long.

As a doctor, he is still very clear about his body.

Not only he knows it, but Zhan Jingyuan knows it, and Master also knows it.

At the age of 13, Ji Wenliang contracted a disease, and even the master who was regarded as a miracle doctor by the people in the rivers and lakes was helpless. That year, the master entered the top floor of the Qiyun Palace Book Collection Tower, and when he came out, he didn’t say anything. Touched his head, took his hand, visited various sects, mountain villages, and medicine valleys... Now, those days are blurred in his mind, only a lot of hands are left, Men's, women's, young, old, took his pulse, and finally touched his head, touching him from 13 to 14 years old.

Finally, the master took him by the hand and returned to Qiyun Palace. It was not in vain after running around. It is said that there is a kind of flower in the snow-capped mountains in the north, which is called Yikuhan, and it is specially used to cure his illness.

The word "supposedly" is very strange, because whenever people use it at the beginning, you know that there is probably no basis for what follows.It is said that the leader of Qianshu Sect is a man-eating monster. It is said that the owner of Bishuizhuang is unparalleled in beauty. It is said... ah, it is said that recalling the bitter cold can cure your disciple's illness.

If you ask him where he learned about it, he will frown and say he can't remember, probably from which medical book he read it.

Which medical book is it?

I can’t remember, I can’t remember, don’t worry about Miracle Doctor Chu, I’ll look for it some other day.

The day changed and changed, and then it was gone.

The master is very active, holding the words of the wind and shadows in his hands like his life, and sending people to look for him every year. At first, dozens of people, then a dozen people, and then a few people, Afterwards, only Master himself went.

What about later?

Ji Wenliang held the master's hand, just like the master held his hand back then, and said, forget it.

People who came back from the snow mountain said, that place is very cold, how cold is it?The hot breath caught on the eyelashes in the blink of an eye, the wind is not the wind, it is the knife of Zhujian Villa, which scrapes on the face and body one by one, scraping the skin and clothes to pieces.

I don't know what hardships the first person who discovered Yikuhan went through to give it such a name?

Master finally did not go, and Ji Wenliang accepted his fate, knowing that he would not stay in the world for long, so he lived a thin and indifferent life, with a cup of tea and a medical book, sitting on a chair, and when he looked up again, his life was bright. The sky has receded silently.

If I was really lonely, I went to take part in the examination in the palace. The day of the examination was very lively. The outside of the examination room was crowded with people shaking their heads everywhere, and there was the sound of endorsement everywhere. What is the first sentence of "Treatise on Febrile Diseases"?Angelica, Pinellia, Tangerine Peel, Dried Ginger, Dried Ginger... Dried Ginger, Dried Ginger can’t get over this hurdle, what’s behind Dried Ginger?Someone hit him on the head with a paper fan, reminding him, Poria!Yes, yes, Poria cocos...

One by one nervously walked into the examination room, and when they came out, their expressions were even more playful. Some people bowed their heads and said nothing, and others asked what happened when they saw it, sighed, smashed it, and Tie Yu, who was finally promoted, It fell back to Mu Yu again.

Everyone comforted him, it's okay, it's okay, there will be more opportunities in the future.

But in the corner they were discussing, did you hear, so and so fell to Mu Yu this time, heard and heard, let him be proud of himself on weekdays!

There are also people who say that they did not do well in the exam, but their waist keeps moving forward, like a pregnant woman who is nine months pregnant, and said with sharp eyes, ah, you have been promoted to Bronze Feather, it is amazing, where is it, we What does it matter if you practice medicine to save the common people?

Followed by congratulations.

Save the common people, save the common people... I am also a common people, why don't I see anyone to save me?

Ji Wenliang quietly returned to the house from behind the willow tree.

He knew that this mood would disappear after a night of sleep.

The second day was another cup of tea and a medical book.

So when the master said that he was going to find the heir of the golden feather, Ji Wenliang was not too surprised. If the master of Qiyun Palace, who claims to cure all diseases, is a sick child, wouldn't it make the world laugh out loud?

But what kind of person will Master find?He was also curious.

Quietly stuffed the golden feather back into the man's waist, touched his shoulder, then touched his arm, well, it's strong enough, so it's worthy to be the lord of Qiyun Palace.

After finishing all this, he fixed his eyes on the face of the future Palace Mistress, but thought about other things in his heart.

Why hasn't Xiaojiu come back?Take a dress so slow...

Inadvertently returning to his senses, he found that the person on the bed was staring at him expressionlessly.

Ji Wenliang stood up with a cry, "Are you awake?"

Realizing that he had lost the demeanor of acting as a palace lord, he froze his expression.

"Do you feel uncomfortable?"

The person on the bed didn't answer, but asked instead, "Where is this?"

Very imposing, and very calm, it is almost anti-customer.

Ji Wenliang replied: "Qiyun Palace."

The man turned his eyes, glanced at Ji Wenliang's waist inadvertently, and said in a hoarse voice: "Thank you, Palace Master, for your help."

"You're welcome." Ji Wenliang coughed, "I don't know the knight's name?"

Xiaojiu, Xiaojiu, Xiaojiu... Are you going to the clothing bureau to spun the clothes?

The person on the bed stopped talking.

He is clearly Jin Yu, but he refuses to reveal his background, nor reveal his identity... Ji Wenliang is a little elusive as to what his intentions are.

Since it was chosen by the master, I can't go wrong if I think about it.

"Then I'll call you Little Sixteen."

"What?" Little Sixteen tilted his head and frowned, as if he didn't hear what he said clearly.

Ji Wenliang talked nonsense, and said: "According to the rules, when you enter the gate of Qiyun Palace, you must be called by a name. Since you refuse to say your name, you can call Xiao Shiliu in order."

After finishing speaking, he left him here and left.

At night, Ji Wenliang was reading a book under the lamp, but the golden feather was always hanging in his heart, lingering.

Suddenly there were knocks on the door, and he came in with a loud voice.

The door of the bedroom was pushed open, Xiao Jiu stepped over the threshold and put a bowl of decoction on the table.

Ji Wenliang glanced inside, it was deep and deep, as if there was no bottom.

After taking the medicine for so many years, I reckoned that the dregs of the medicine could pile up a high hill and bury my life in it.

He said thank you lightly, and turned his gaze back to the book.

After a while, seeing Xiao Jiu still standing there motionless, Ji Wenliang raised his head, revealing a face covered with warm candlelight.

"Is something wrong?"

Xiao Jiu kept silent but firmly pushed the medicine bowl one step closer.

If he is not dumb, he will probably talk about some of the main principles that Master often said not to shy away from diseases and avoid medical treatment.

Forget it, you can't bully people who can't speak.

This bowl of medicine is not for curing illnesses, Ji Wenliang drinks it to reassure the hearts of those around him.

He picked up the spoon and stirred it slowly, watching the fine dregs at the bottom of the bowl float up and fall uncontrollably.

He suddenly picked up the bowl and drank it down like a drink.

The bowl in his hand was taken away, and a handkerchief was quietly passed to his lips.

After Xiao Jiu finished all this, she still didn't leave.

"Do you have anything else?"

There was paper and a pen on the table, Xiao Jiu tapped the ink in the inkstone with the tip of the pen, and wrote:

"Don't go to the Lord of the Second Palace."

Ji Wenliang picked up the paper, read it silently a few times in his heart, and suddenly remembered that he had jokingly said to Zhan Jingyuan this morning that if she wanted to, let Xiao Jiu follow her.

Unexpectedly, he remembered it in his heart, and hurriedly said: "I'm just joking, you can go wherever you want."

Xiao Jiu nodded, changed a piece of paper, and wrote:

"you are not happy".

At this time, compared with speaking, the shortcomings of words are revealed. Ji Wenliang didn't know whether he meant "Are you unhappy?" or "You are not happy."

So he took it for granted as the former, and replied: "I'm not unhappy."

Xiao Jiu shook her head, picked up a pen and struck a horizontal line at the end of the sentence.

This is a secret agreement between the two.

Xiao Jiu can't speak with his mouth, he can only speak with his body and pen, but Ji Wenliang found that when he spoke with a pen, he seemed to be afraid of running out of ink, and wrote stroke by stroke.

For example, he asked Ji Wenliang if he had eaten?Just write "eat", tell Ji Wenliang to go to sleep, just write "sleep".

Sometimes Ji Wenliang couldn't figure out what was written unclearly, such as now.

He then stipulated that if it is a question, a slash should be drawn from the bottom left to the top right at the end of the sentence, and if it is a statement of facts, a horizontal stroke should be drawn.

It turned out that I was stating the facts, saying that I was unhappy, but why am I unhappy?

As if being stabbed in the heart suddenly, Ji Wenliang raised his voice.

"I see, you go down."

The donkey's lips were not right with the horse's mouth, and they just wanted to drive him away.

But Xiaojiu wrote endlessly today.

"Walk".

Walk?What are you going to do?Where are you going?

Before Ji Wenliang asked clearly, he saw Xiao Jiu running away in a hurry, and when he came back, he had an extra black cloak in his hand.

With a flick of a hula, it covered Ji Wenliang's body, neatly tied a knot in front of his chest, then dodged behind his back, and carefully fixed the hair under the cloak.

Ordinary people think that the highest point of Qiyun Palace is the top floor of the library tower, where there are thousands of extinct classics, only the previous palace owners can read them, but they don't know that if you sit on the top of this thousand-year-old tree, you can look down at the top of the library tower. tower top.

"How do you know this place?" Ji Wenliang asked standing under the old tree.

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a little regretful, he didn't have a piece of paper on him, how would Xiao Jiu answer?Then there was some regret, if only he could speak.

But precisely because Xiao Jiu couldn't speak, Ji Wenliang talked a lot more when he was with him, as if he wanted to talk his share.

He pointed to the middle of the tree, as if he remembered something happy, and said with a smile: "When I was young, I played hide-and-seek, and my younger sister had the most tricks. She climbed there along the tree trunk and hid her body with the branches and leaves. No one found her. , and then everyone dispersed, and she didn’t come back during dinner, so she had the guts to climb up, but she didn’t have the guts to climb down, and when I found her, she was in tears.”

"Master would sometimes carry us to the highest branch, where we could see the whole scenery of Qiyun Palace. Later, when we grew up, Master couldn't carry us anymore. Hey! What are you doing?"

The waist was lifted abruptly, and the sound of rustling leaves filled his ears. When Ji Wenliang opened his eyes again, he found himself sitting on a branch.

"You...why didn't you—"

Alas, don't be angry, this man can't speak.

Focus on the scenery below.

It seems that someone cast a lot of sparks in the dark night, squinting, and it flickered into a piece of red.

Xiao Jiu motioned him to look up again.

This time, the stars in the sky and the stars in the ground became one.

"You always come here?"

Xiao Jiu took a leaf from the tree, broke off a slender branch, and wrote on it.

I don't know if the blade is too thin, or he is too hard, but after only two strokes, the blade shattered.

Another piece was taken off.

Seeing the trouble he was having, Ji Wenliang spread out his palm and handed it forward.

"If you have anything to say, just write it on your hand. You... What are you doing looking at me? Is there something on my face?"

After touching his face and hair, he realized that the hair tie had disappeared at some point.

Look left, look right, also disappeared.

"It was probably torn off by some branch...you can write it quickly."

So Xiao Jiu wrote on the palm of his hand.

Tomorrow, sun, out, door, two, long, old, picking, medicine.

Ji Wenliang lowered his eyelids, said oh, and silently withdrew his hand.

Unexpectedly, after leaving this time, when he came back, the Qiyun Palace was already turned upside down.

The author has something to say:

Just now I accidentally pressed the wrong button again, I didn’t check the typo

As the author I can't spoil the duck