A glass of sick wine

How could Fang not remember how old he was that year.

I only remember being expelled from the school and wandering in the rivers and lakes, more than 20 years have passed.

For most of his life, he was down and out, without a house or tiles to settle down, and he had not paid half a cent of fame and fortune, and he had never married a wife and had children.

Relying on the half-baked medical skills learned from his teacher, he showed people the symptoms of damp, heat and wind and cold in the countryside, just to ask for some money for drinks.

A glass of turbid wine, a long while of joy.

But it was the only joy of his journey in the world.

Of course, there are occasional miracles of bringing the dead back to life when treating diseases.

But the premise is that it was a rare time for him to be sober.

In the past few decades, he lived without a fixed place, drifting with the tide, and earth-shattering changes took place in the precarious rivers and lakes. The Emperor Wu died, the White Emperor retired, and Fengyu was in the north. A mysterious organization called "Pillow Water" appeared on the coast of Jialing, and there was also the bizarre death of the No. Young people become famous with a sword and emerge, and more people die in the bloody storm of swords and swords every year.

Fang Qiyou is just a leaf of duckweed in this precarious world.

In his whole life, he would rather live with his lonely and arrogant personality and die of depression.

He remembered that it was the cold winter at the end of November.

It snowed for a few days, and the dripping water was freezing cold. He lived in a small town called Ye County.

Ye County is located in a remote mountain city, with a cold climate and sparsely populated areas. He spent the last few copper coins on his body, and the shop owner no longer gave him a wine account on credit. He sat in the room holding a celadon wine jar and drank it all. last drop.

At dusk, the gate of the dilapidated courtyard burst open.

Several well-dressed men carried several huge jars, and they lined up neatly. The leading man shook the lid of a wine jar with his palm, and the thick aroma wafted away instantly.

How could Fang have already smelled that it was the excellent wine from the Imperial Capital Spring Breeze Inn.

Several men turned around and walked out, stood respectfully in front of the courtyard gate, and greeted a person.

A young man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes bent over and strode into the small courtyard. He was dressed in black riding attire, his cloak was covered with snowflakes, and his temperament was as cold as a sharp weapon out of its sheath.

He walked into the room and cupped his fists slightly: "Mr. Fang."

How could Fang grab a wine jar and pour a big bowl full.

The young man noticed that they were slender and strong hands, not as slender as ordinary quacks.

How could Fang finish the bowl of wine in a hurry, and glanced at him: "Your Excellency is a cold-faced killer with a sword, and it is rare to meet the enemy in three lives—Master Leng Su, Chou Leng, Ding Zong Villa?"

The young man smiled slightly, and this smile extended to the corners of his eyes, making his stern, ice-like face brighten.

He replied: "Mr. Fang has good eyesight, that's why I'm here."

Fang didn't knock on the broken bowl: "I heard that you were looking for me in the rivers and lakes?"

Leng Suchou's attitude is polite: "I have been looking for Mr. for many years, but I don't know that there will be no chance for a while, so I have to take the liberty to come to disturb you today."

Fang Qiyou poured another bowl of wine and muttered: "I don't have time to pay attention to you, I'm very busy."

Leng Suchou just waited for him to drink another bowl of wine.

Did Fang ask, "How do you know I'm here?"

Leng Suchou replied: "I spent [-] gold and consulted Fengyu Pavilion Tu Wantong."

Fang Qiyou chuckled: "Old man Tu is very capable."

"Master Leng came here with this great gift, what do you need to find me?"

Leng Suchou's tone was somewhat respectful: "I want to ask sir to look at someone for me."

"Who?"

"A patient."

Fang Qiyou said coldly: "You have found the wrong person."

Leng Suchou smiled and said nothing.

Fang was a bit drunk: "Gusu Murongge, King of Pozhen in South Dian, and Gu Changqing, Feng Yu's lord, are all well-known doctors. Why did you find a rotten old man?"

Leng Suchou said: "I visited Mr. Murong, and he said that Mr. Fang's medical skills are far superior to his."

Fang didn't listen, and snorted coldly.

He raised his eyes and looked him up and down, and asked: "There are rumors in the world that Master Leng is a genius in martial arts, and a tripod sword is already a first-class master who is famous in the world?"

Leng Suqiu understood it in his heart, and a starlight flashed in his eyes: "As long as Mr. Fang agrees to make a medical visit, Leng will do as he pleases."

Fang couldn't help but take a deep look at him, and then asked slowly: "But the family's words are strict?"

Leng Suchou's smile remained the same, but with a little bit of caution, and an inexplicable deep affection between his brows.

He paused, and said bluntly, "That's right, it's for Yin Yan's discretion."

Fang Qiyou frowned: "Isn't he about to die?"

Leng Suchou's expression showed a kind of calm numbness: "Yan Zhuo is seriously ill, but I hope Mr. can help you recover."

"Hehe, this boy from the Yin family dominates your Leng family's golden platform." Fang Qiyou showed a malicious smile on his skinny face: "Why do you bother to hire some kind of doctor for him? If he kicks his legs, don't you?" Does one person have the power alone?"

Leng Suchou replied quietly: "Mr. Fang was joking, let alone Yan Zhuo is still alive, even if he is dead, as long as he is willing, Leng is willing to hand over this Dingzong Villa."

In his words, he was serious about his matter, but with a kind of cold and vicious anger.

Fang Qiyou couldn't help but shuddered.

Dingzong Villa was established in the western suburbs of the capital only a few years ago. Since it took over the rich family background of the Yin family in the south of the Yangtze River, it took advantage of the right time and place to do business more and more. Not counting the hundreds of shops in the north and south of the river, Dingzong Villa is the most famous One of his business is still Golden Terrace.

Golden Terrace, Jianghu Dream.

If you haven't been to the Golden Terrace, then you are not counted in the Jianghu. Over the past few decades, the most famous weapons and martial arts books in the Jianghu have all been bought and sold by the Golden Terrace.

The Golden Terrace has collected hundreds of magical weapons of famous swordsmen in the Jianghu, as well as martial arts cheats handed down from various gangs. There is always something that can be done.

Yin Yanzhuo is the head of the Golden Terrace who sits in the No. [-] Shenbing Pavilion in the martial arts world.

Yin Yanzhuo is the only son left by Yin Hong, the last head of the Yin family in the south of the Yangtze River. He is the last line of the Yin family. The Jianghu children I met after many years still couldn't help talking about it when they mentioned it after many years. Who would have thought that such a beautiful girl with a beautiful face was actually a born sick child.

When the Yin family was in decline, many people in the Jianghu were coveted by this beauty. How could they know that a cold enemy had been killed out of nowhere. This person had excellent martial arts skills and ruthless methods, and he robbed most of the property left by the Yin family and moved it to the capital. , and then respectfully invited Yin Yanzhuo to the capital to be the head of the Golden Terrace.

It's just that the hearts of the people in the rivers and lakes are secretly floating, because the person in charge of such power not only has no martial arts, but is also a sick ghost who is dying of gasping for two steps.

Fang Qiyou said again: "If even Murong Ge can't be cured, then it's hopeless."

Leng Suchou replied: "But I ask Mr. Fang to take care of him carefully. It would be good to live a few more years."

Fang Qiyou said: "Delaying for a few years is a living punishment."

Leng Suchou was silent, pain flashed between his eyebrows.

Fang Qiyou asked: "My price is not low, I wonder if Master Leng can afford it."

Leng Suchou said indifferently: "Mr. Fang wants to pay for the consultation fee of Leng?"

Fang Qiyou replied: "I want you to kill a man for me, and then rob his wife."

Leng Suchou didn't move his eyebrows: "Okay."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked out of the courtyard.

Behind him, a few well-dressed men piled up their hands: "Mr. Fang, please."

Fang didn't walk a few steps, then looked back at the jars of wine in the room.

The man was born and urged: "The landlord has prepared good wine for Mr. Fang on the road, and it will not be too late for Mr. Fang to drink these when he comes back."

How could Fang walk out of the dilapidated small courtyard without stepping and turning his head twice.

Leng Suchou had already mounted his horse: "My subordinate, Yingsan, sent Mr. Fang to the capital. I still have things to do, so I won't go with Mr. Fang."

Fang didn't take the reins from Ying San: "It's easy to say."

Leng Su Qiu Fengshen clasped his fists gallopingly: "Mr. Fang, please take care of me. Goodbye."

A few people stood in the cold wind, watching him and his two subordinates gallop away and disappeared at the end of the old grass trail.

Ying San led a few guards to protect Fang Qiyou all the way, and arrived at the imperial capital at the foot of the emperor after a few days.

The group of people did not enter the city, but abandoned the official road in the western suburbs and turned into the dense forest path.

After running in the shade of the trees for half a day, Fang didn't feel that the scenery around him seemed to be going around in circles. He knew that this was the formation of the Dingzong Villa, and after running for another half a day, suddenly there was an open road in front of him. On the avenue, winding thousands of feet up the flat mountainside, a huge manor stands amidst the dense green forest. On the top of the vermilion lintel hangs a pair of gold-plated plaques, on which are depicted the four characters of Ding Zong Shan Zhuang, dragons and phoenixes.

So here it is.

The sound of horseshoes flew up, and the gate of the villa opened slowly.

A group of people traveled for a few days, and finally fell off the lower post of the archway in front of the door.

How could Fang have dropped the rein, and as several people walked into the gate, he kept complaining that his old bones were about to fall apart.

Walking into a curved bracket in front of the corridor, and entering the resplendent hall, Ying San pushed him forward, and then disappeared.

A middle-aged man in his early fifties greeted him with a smile: "But the guest invited by the owner has arrived?"

Fang Qiyou sat down at the round table and loosened the stiff muscles and bones all over his body.

He took a cup of tea from the table: "I don't dare to be a quack."

The man smiled kindly, and the wrinkles on his face were full of kindness: "So you're Doctor Fang? Doctor Fang is polite, and the younger one's name is Xun Fu, who works for the manager of the village."

Xun Fu told the maidservant who was standing aside: "Go and see Lord Yin, have you got up yet?"

The servant girl responded and left.

Xun Fu said: "Mr. Fang has worked hard on this journey. Do you want to eat something first, or should I wait for you to take a shower and change clothes?"

Fang was puzzled: "I'm here to see a doctor, why do I need to take a shower and change clothes?"

With a smile on his face, Xun Fu said helplessly: "The master in the house can't stand the slightest filth, and the people below are not easy to offend. If you get sick, how can the little one bear it..."

Fang Qiyi slapped the table: "Fart!"

The cracks in Xun Fu's wrinkles left only a hard-working smirk.

Xun Fu had no choice but to say: "Then there is Mr. Lao Fang and so on. Lord Yin wakes up late in the morning, washes up, dresses, eats, and takes medicine. It will take an hour or two later."

Fang Qiyou looked at his dirty clothes covered with dust, and then looked at Xun Fu who was embarrassed: "Then let the guest do as he pleases."

Xun Fu was overjoyed: "Come here, send Mr. Fang to the wing."

Fang didn't take a bath slowly, and asked Xun Fu to accompany him to have a few refreshments in the small flower hall.

About an hour later, a young man with long hair came over, bowed his head and said: "Master Yin, Mr. Fang, please come over."

Xun Fu bowed: "Mr. Fang, this way please."

Walking out of the graceful and majestic hall in the front yard, there is an extremely spacious martial arts training ground in the rear. Dozens of disciples from the villa are there, competing in martial arts and practicing swords, or riding horses and shooting. It is a lively scene.

Xun Fu led him through the corridor of dark red vines, passed through several floors of halls, and entered the backyard. Everywhere he could see were exquisite pavilions and pavilions. Solidify the hanging rainbow, and there are several unique small courtyards built among the misty waves.

In the main building in the center of the courtyard, there is a towering watchtower at the top, which must be the residence of the owner of Dingzong Villa.

It bypassed the lotus pond again, passed through two hanging flower gates, and entered an elegant courtyard.

At this time, the hustle and bustle echoing in the ear has completely disappeared, as if entering another world, and the eyes are full of incomparably clean scenery.

In front of the house is a clean and small courtyard, only a few pomegranates are planted in the corner, and now there are only bare branches left in the howling wind.

Two young men in green clothes stood in front of the corridor, leading Fang Qiyou into the house, he saw that the interior of the pavilion was furnished in a simple and elegant way, and the tables and chairs were all in a pure color.

Passing through the hall, and then through a wing room, did you see the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table, and connected to this wing room is a warm pavilion, with pure white jade hooks hanging down with layers of green gauze soft curtains, leading the way. The boy opened the curtain and said in a low voice, "Here we are."

When Fang Qiyi walked into the pavilion, a gust of hot air mixed with the bitter and cold medicinal fragrance rushed towards his face.

He habitually sniffed the fragrance of the medicine, then he made up his mind and took a few steps forward.

I saw a man leaning on a quilt pillow sitting on a brocade floor, wearing a thick snow-white mink fur, only the collar of a dark blue gown could be seen.

He was dressed tightly, with only a snow-white wrist exposed outside the sleeve of the fur coat, and a purple perilla handkerchief was tied on the wrist. That dark color with a touch of extravagant crimson made the hand look weird. Thin and pale.

His complexion is as white as jade, with drooping brows and eyes, a face that can captivate all living beings——

How could Fang have never seen such a beautiful person.

His delicate facial features reached the extreme, his snow-white wrist, and his sickly bright red lips.

Even though he was seriously ill, his beauty was not diminished, on the contrary, he gave birth to a charming charm.

The sickly young man raised his eyes slightly, the light in his eyes was too cold, not human at all.

He slightly stretched out his hand, grasped an ebony cane beside Jinta, leaned forward and tried to stand up.

The servant who was standing by with his head bowed to serve medicine wanted to reach out to help.

He frowned slightly and glanced at him.

The young man in Tsing Yi withdrew his hand immediately.

He struggled to stand up, took a weak breath, and just said with a smile: "Yin has been ill for a long time, and his strength is weak, so Mr. Fang made a joke."

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his entire face was slightly radiant.

Such a beautiful and handsome man with a handsome face is very different from the half-dead sick and consumptive ghost rumored in the world.

Fang Qi nodded: "Master Yin, it's a pleasure to meet you."

He smiled: "Mr. Fang please sit down."

How could Fang sit on the chair.

Yin Yanzhuo sat down again holding the wooden stick in his hand with great difficulty.

Fang didn't pay attention to look at his complexion.

Fang Qiyou couldn't help admiring this person who was so weak and could still maintain such a demeanor.

Yin Yanzhuo said slowly: "I heard that Mr. Fang is an outsider, wandering in clouds and wild cranes. I don't know how the owner of the villa is lucky enough to invite Mr. to condescend to come here."

He was short of breath, but had a gloomy and pleasant voice.

How can Fang still look at his expression, just answer casually: "This, you might as well ask him."

Yin Yanzhuo smiled: "Yin has been ill for a long time and has passed away. The owner of the villa has worked hard enough to raise a disabled person. How dare he bother him. I know I won't live long. Mr. Fang don't need to worry too much."

Fang Qiyou came back to his thoughts at this moment: "Really, I think Mr. Leng of Guizhuang is very troublesome."

After Yin Yan heard it, he showed a slight smile, and instantly seemed to cast a layer of dazzling brilliance on the whole room, but there was a slight sarcasm in his tone: "Is that so?"

Fang Qiyou said: "Baba came looking for me, but now I don't know where I'm going."

Yin Yanzhuo gasped slightly: "Don't blame Mr. Fang, there are many important things in the family business, and there is always something to be busy."

After just saying a few words, he was already panting slightly.

Fang Qiyou said bluntly: "I'm afraid that Lord Yin's food and clothing expenses are enough to keep Master Leng busy."

Yin Yanzhuo didn't take it seriously, and just smiled lightly: "Mr. Fang must have seen it too. The prescriptions I take medicine cost thousands of gold every day. It's really difficult for the owner of the village."

Fang didn't watch the smile on his face disappear gradually, but there was a trace of nervousness in his heart.

Yin Yanzhuo's smile slowed down, he leaned back on the brocade couch, and his tone was already stern: "I'm tired today, sir, if you want to see a doctor, please come back tomorrow."

After speaking, he leaned back on the soft couch in a weary state of mind, and closed his eyes slightly without saying a word.

Xun Fu stood by the door all the time, and when he saw it, he hurried forward and respectfully invited Fang to go out.

After walking out of the Nuan Pavilion, Fang Qiyou couldn't help letting out a long breath.

Xun Fu said in a low voice, "Mr. Fang is in trouble."

Fang Qiyou said: "No wonder you are frightened and frightened. This master is so sick and weak. I am afraid that if he is not careful and cannot breathe out, he will die in the next moment."

Xun Fu smiled wryly and said, "He's a person like glazed glass. To tell you the truth, Mr. Fang, our owner really loves him to the core."

Fang didn't think to himself, it seems that Jianghu's words are true, there is something ambiguous between Leng Suchou and Yin Yanzhuo, but Yin Yanzhuo's lingering pain has been unable to recover, but he has been sick all the time Sullenly unwilling to die, and there are rumors that Leng Suchou is jealous of him for some reason and has been wishing to get rid of him as soon as possible. Could it be that he came this time to...

But now Yin Yanzhuo is like this, if a servant accidentally pinches his icy bones and jade muscles, he may die immediately.

There are a few boys serving by his side. Could it be that he is a man with sharp hands and feet and a submissive temperament? When he is in front of him, his voice is carefully restrained. I am afraid that if he speaks too loudly, he will disturb this master's sick Jingui, so he just watched it again. Looking at his daily medication, it can be described as extravagant, this Leng Suchou simply exhausted all the precious medicinal materials in the world to continue his life.

While thinking about it, he casually asked the manager: "Is Lord Yin's leg bad?"

"There is nothing wrong with the legs and feet, but the body is very weak. In the past, when the body improved a little, he could walk freely for a while, but now—" Xun Fu sighed: "Now Lord Yin has been sick for a long time and is weak, so he can rely on this With the support of the cane, I can barely walk a few steps, but I am afraid that if I am not careful in these few steps, I will be exhausted and have a gasping attack. This master is thoughtful and doesn't like to talk. , I’m afraid I can’t get out of this yard.”

Fang didn't think about it: "How many years has Lord Yin's body been?"

Xun Fu replied: "The young one has been in the villa since it was first built, and Master Yin has been very sick since the owner took over the capital."

How could Fang not understand that in the past few years, the famous doctors in the world have been invited by Leng Suchou to visit them in turn.

The master's body is still dragging half-deadly, but he hasn't improved in the slightest.

I'm afraid I can't take medicine rashly, I'd better wait for Leng Suchou to come back before making a decision.

He thought about it for a while, and was led by his servants to the guest room.