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Chang Ming: The big thing is not good!Yijing, close the door!

"What do you mean, young master?" Chang Ming asked on behalf of Lu Qiu Eryang.

"Doctors in the Central Plains should know that this is Xuansi pulse diagnosis." Uhati glared at the two of them, and replied angrily, "Could it be that this mountain villager came from somewhere, and dared to deceive Mrs. Weili?"

"My doctor's medical skills, Mrs. Wei Li is very clear, but if the young master has heard about the medical skills of the Central Plains, he should know that the pulse diagnosis by hanging silk is just superficial, and the deviation is huge. It is for Mrs. Goller. Please allow it My doctor came forward to check the pulse."

"This won't work. My father is seriously ill and I don't want to see anyone. Some quack doctors in the past were fine, but now I should be diagnosed by a capable person with wonderful hands and rejuvenation. If someone is a boastful person, wouldn't it make my father sad again?"

Chang Ming looked back at Lu Qiu Eryang, but the other party shook his head slightly without thinking, the room was silent for a moment, no one spoke, and finally Wei Li said angrily: "In this case, we vulgar people, It's better not to disturb the young master's leisurely mind, but I can only wish the young master to get permission from the court, resign and return home as soon as possible, so that he can take care of his father."

After saying that, he was about to take Zheng Tingting and walk away, Lu Qiu Eryang made a face at Chang Ming, and when he turned around, he saw Uhati frowning, his eyes flickering, as if he was hesitant.

Chang Ming saw the opportunity and said: "Young Master, please calm down. Lady Wei Li is busy with affairs, and she still took the time to visit Lord Goller. It is really a sincere heart, but it is only after waiting for a long time that she is so angry. Please Don't worry about it, young master."

"Understood." Uhati dropped these words without hesitation, and drove Chang Ming and Lu Qiu Eryang out of the room, making the old housekeeper take care of them, and then rushed to the gate of the mansion. Deweili sat down to eat with her eyes blank.

"You guys take it easy, I'll bring some lunch to my lord right now." The old butler held a small pot of stewed fat lamb, bowed to greet everyone, got Uhati's approval, and tremblingly went to the backyard .

Uhati smiled apologetically, and apologized: "There is only this old servant in the family. He has taken care of my father for more than [-] years. I really can't bear to leave. Now the hospitality is not good. Please don't blame me."

Changming immediately stopped his chopsticks and apologized to his master, saying that he suddenly felt unwell, had a splitting headache, and urgently needed to return to his residence to take medicine.

Chen Ying in the inn was reconciling the accounts with Gu Liang Yiqing, when suddenly he heard a rush of crackling footsteps, and before he could recover, Chang Ming led Lu Qiu Eryang into the door like the wind, without saying a word So she grabbed the pen and paper in her hand and wrote vigorously, not forgetting to order Gu Liang Yiqing to notify the courier immediately to prepare to send the letter in his hand to Jianhe Valley within four hundred miles.

Although Chen Ying didn't understand why Chang Ming was in such a hurry, she also knew that she should not disturb him at this time, so she could only ask Yu Lu Qiu Eryang with her eyes, but she didn't expect that Lu Qiu Eryang also shrugged with a confused face.

Xiao Tingxue, who was thousands of miles away, was walking on the main street of Book City with a lot of thoughts at that time. No matter how many people came and went around him, he was aloof from the world. There were five people and six stalls, and Yijing would have to go out from Jianhe Valley himself to bring him home if he was hit again.

He stood still on the street, looked south and then north.

Going south, he returned to the Jianhe Valley, and going north, he could reach Lingjunhou's Mansion. It seemed that he was his home on either side.

He rubbed his head irritably, and smoothed down those unyielding long hair, and walked a few steps too fast, as if preparing to shake off the irritability and embarrassment behind him.

Yijing put on a look of indifference to the matter between him and Nanrong Xingchao, just saying that he can decide for himself, but Xiao Tingxue once asked doubtfully: "If Xingchao disagrees with the dissolution Marquis, wouldn't that be a clean break with Ling Junhou's mansion? From now on, father..."

"En?" Yijing looked up from the book, and asked him: "How do you know that Xing Chao will not be willing?"

Xiao Tingxue didn't know how to respond for a while, and she couldn't say "I guessed blindly" to Yijing.

Fortunately, Yijing didn't pursue such boring things, but comforted him thoughtfully: "If you open your mouth, Xingchao will agree."

In the end, the conversation between father and son ended without a problem. Yijing always comforted him to do as he wanted, but he couldn't tell whether his wish was one, two, three, four.

It was just wild thoughts, but Xiao Tingxue suddenly remembered to look up at the road, and couldn't help letting out a strange cry—he realized that he was about to hit his head against the dirt wall again.

"Boom!—"

A muffled sound came to her ears, Xiao Tingxue couldn't bear to look straight at her and closed her eyes, but she didn't feel any pain in her forehead, instead it felt a little warm.

Taking a closer look, it turned out that a man who was slightly older than Yijing was covering his forehead with the palm of his hand, so that he would not be embarrassed in the street, but his appearance made Tingxue feel like old friends at first sight, So much so that Xiao Tingxue forgot that she should thank her at this time.

"Where have I seen you?"

The man was stunned for a moment, looked him up for a while, and asked him suspiciously: "How old are you this year?"

This tone of voice is very strange, like asking a young boy.

Xiao Tingxue subconsciously said that she was [-] years old, but suddenly realized that Yijing had already changed his name to falsely report his age in order to prevent him from being suspected.

"Twenty to seven." Xiao Tingxue replied.

The man seemed to be quite sad when he heard the words, but he covered up the inexplicable embarrassment with a smile, and just said: "I think it's a chance to meet... But little brother, please be careful in the future, don't be so reckless, you may hurt yourself .”

Ting Xue looked at the back of his hand, and found that there were some small wounds on it, which were being soaked with dark red blood little by little, as if deliberately covering up the wounds.

"It was my negligence. I should thank you sir. Why don't you and I go to the clinic together, and I'll buy some wound medicine for you."

"It's just a small injury, don't worry about it, just go back to the residence and bandage it."

"Then I'll take Mr. back." Tingxue helped him and left.

Xing Chao also couldn't explain why he felt apprehensive when he saw Yijing, obviously it wasn't like this a few years ago.

"Why are you here?" Yijing stood by the door and looked at him as usual, there seemed to be a bit of playfulness in those eyes.

"Yes... Tingxue hasn't returned to Lingjunhou's mansion for several days, and I didn't see him when I went home..." Xing Chao saw that Xing Sheng's eyes on the side became more meaningful, and he quickly explained: "It's my mother." Miss him!"

What a superfluous explanation.

Xing Cheng's face immediately collapsed, and he turned his head behind Yijing with an expression of hatred for iron.

"But he left Jianhe Valley in the morning, so he should have returned to the Hou's Mansion." While talking, Yijing stretched out his hand and patted Xingcheng without looking back, "Could it be that he passed you by?"

"I arrived at Hou's Mansion an hour ago. According to the distance, he should have arrived even if he didn't ride a fast horse."

Then those two elders who were old and disrespectful immediately knew that he had returned home and didn't see Tingxue, so they hurriedly ran towards Jianhe Valley.

Seeing the increasingly weird expressions of the two army commanders, Ning and Wu, Xing Chao suddenly felt his heart trembling, and he was about to say goodbye and go home, but Yijing over there left him again, saying that it was getting late, so he might as well stay Eat and rest at Xingsheng's place for the night.

At that time, Xiao Tingxue, who was away from home at night, was drinking with another stranger to enjoy the moon.

The stranger was the man he met during the day, the man called himself Feng Shui, a returnee.

"My father doesn't know if he is so busy that he doesn't even care about his son's life-long affairs." Ting Xue said slowly, shaking the wine bottle.

Feng Shui laughed and said, "How is that possible? You must have misunderstood. You might as well tell me what he said to you."

"He said that as long as I want, I can do anything."

"Isn't that great? He won't force you..." Feng Shui paused, then added, "But at least he has to see for you, what kind of person you want to marry, in case that person is... ...the so-and-so people..."

He seemed to be unable to find an adjective for a while, so he could only hope that Tingxue could understand it.

"Yes, yes..." Ting Xue drank a few glasses of wine, and was answered casually in a vague voice, "You tell yourself, if your son meets someone who doesn't know whether he should get married, how will you tell him."

"As long as he wants, he can do anything." Feng Shui smiled sadly.

Tingxue touched her hot cheeks, and muttered and complained: "It's better not to say it, I still don't know whether I should break the engagement."

"If you like it, why bother to break the engagement? If it's my child, I will fulfill whoever he wants to be with."

"Then you shouldn't even say a word! Leave me alone to worry!" Tingxue put the wine pot heavily on the table, seeming to startle the crows in the distant bushes in the silence of the dark night, he narrowed his eyes, With a little drunkenness, he suddenly asked Feng Shui: "What about you? How many children are at home? What will they say?"

Feng Shui didn't answer.

For a moment, it seemed that the world was immersed in the boundless night, only his eyes had a slight light, although he was still alive, he was sharp and sharp, piercing through Tingxue's heart, leaving behind a vicissitudes of life.

Ting Xue suddenly sobered up.

He was surprised to notice how this middle-aged man should be alone and lonely, and he also noticed that the eyes on the opposite side were tightly closed with tears, preventing him from seeing everything in the past from the refraction of the candlelight.

Hearing that Xueli was flustered, he thought that this matter should not be said again, so he pretended to be an ignorant passer-by, and let himself fall into the intoxicated wine again. He took the jar and was about to cover his expression, but he heard Feng Shui say: "My child is long dead..."

"Sorrow..." Ting Xue suddenly felt the urge to cry from the bottom of her heart.

"If he is alive, he will be in his thirties, and maybe he will have children... too many years have passed, and when they come to the well of reincarnation, they will wait for me, the father, but forget my appearance..." Feng Shui covered his face with his hands, already weeping uncontrollably.

Ting Xue heard the feeling of tears hitting the back of her hand heavily.

"I'm not a father, but... my father is very good to me, I can't bear the pain of being separated from me forever, maybe your child is the same."

There was not even a single starlight left that night, only two people in peace.