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Chuzhou City has been very lively recently.

Crowds of people are surging every day, and carriages and horses are constantly moving.

The merchant ships at Linjiang Ferry were so crowded that they had nowhere to park, and the water and land transportation stationed at the ferry made it necessary to send people to build two new ferries overnight, so as to barely disperse the flow of people and make the business travel unimpeded.

The wine shops and inns in the city are even more difficult to find. Many flower houses in the south are forced to welcome customers during the daytime. All the handsome brothers and sisters wipe off their rouge, powder and rouge, and hold tea trays to serve as waiters. buy and sell.After many years, the Tea Tasting Conference held a tea war in Yuming Mountain. In addition to the major tea shops, there were also countless literati and poets, talented scholars and beautiful ladies. It can be described as a grand event.

When Wang Xiuhe took over the job, she was so busy that she didn't even touch the ground, and she couldn't even enter the guest room of the outer house for several days.She placed four servants in the inner house. On the surface, they said they were taking care of Young Master Tao's daily life, but in fact, they were just to keep an eye on Fang Zesheng and see if he would make any movements at this time.A dull mind like Prophet Tao can see that she is in the most difficult situation at this time, but Fang Zesheng is so smart, how could he not know?Even though he has been hidden in the inner house for many years, he doesn't care about world affairs, and his personality is always happy and angry, but he still can't make Wang Xiuhe less wary.Mrs. Wang is cautious, and she has never underestimated anyone to get to this point. Even if Fang Zesheng is limping, she will stare closely at him, not giving him a chance to breathe.

The burly servant at the door fell to the ground in pain, Tweet squatted beside him holding a thin silver needle and a meridian book, comparing the acupuncture points on it, she shook her hands hard on the servant's leg. He plunged in hard, "Ah! It hurts! Sister Tweety, please forgive me, please forgive me!"

Jia Ding rolled on the ground in pain, and beads of sweat burst out of his forehead and flowed straight into his neck.Tweety couldn't bear it, hurriedly took out a certain amount of money and threw it to him, got up and came to the tea table in the flower hall of the outer house, and said to Mrs. Wang: "I tried five people in a row, and none of them can withstand such pain. Ma'am, don't worry."

Mrs. Wang sat at the table and looked at the servant who was limping slowly out of the door. Seeing that the wet sweat stains on his back didn't look like fakes, it must have been in real pain and it was unbearable.

"How is the inner house these few days?"

Cui'er said truthfully: "Young Master Tao doesn't spend much time at home, and Second Master Fu is with him, and we can't see anyone from morning to night."

"Where's Fang Zesheng?"

"He's doing everything as usual. He lost his temper for some reason two days ago, smashed a vase and tore up some scrolls. It seems that he had some trouble with Second Master Fu. A few days ago, Second Master Fu lived with him in the study. I haven’t been there for a few days, even if I go out, I will go back to the main house to rest, and I don’t talk to him much.”

Wang Xiuhe put away the warm tea, and said softly, "Fu Jingxuan is a master who can't be irritated. Zesheng has always rejected people thousands of miles away, and even the deep friendship in childhood can't resist the sneering words for days."

Tweety laughed and said: "Madam, let's go and do some work. I'll keep an eye on the inner house for you. There won't be any mistakes."

Wang Xiuhe nodded, put down the tea bowl and went to the inner room, took out a few letters from the makeup box, opened them and read them.She had read each of this box full of letters several times, and now she read it again, and asked Tweety: "Has the Fu family come?"

Tweety said: "I haven't come yet, I said I have to wait a few more days, so I can't delay the tea meeting."

Mrs. Wang said: "Pass the invitation to Cheng Xiqiu, has she accepted it?"

Tweety said: "Ruyan Liu picked it up."

Mrs. Wang looked at the handwriting on the letter and smiled, then folded the letter and put it away, "That's a good show."

The closer it was to the tea tasting conference, the busier Wang Xiuhe became. For convenience, he moved directly to the Yunhe Tower opened by Fang's family on Changping Street. The side branch, not the main business, earns a small amount of money.

Without Wang Xiuhe staying in the outer house, the door of Fang's family opened even later, all the servants didn't take Fang Zesheng seriously, and they were all lazy and not doing business.Every time Tweety came to the inner courtyard to investigate, she would either see Fu Jingxuan and Tao Xianzhi sitting in the courtyard playing chess, or Fang Zesheng sitting alone in the study, mad.If Fu Jingxuan wanted to talk to him, he would ignore him, and if Prophet Tao invited him out, he would close the door and disappear.Watching it for two days in a row, Tweety's eyelids were so boring. Although she was Mrs. Wang's confidant, she also felt that Mrs. Wang was too suspicious. She stared at Fang Zesheng's two useless legs all day, afraid that he could Suddenly stood up and took back the power in her hands.

Tweety exchanged news with several servants in the inner courtyard in the name of delivering cakes, and seeing that everything was as usual, she went back to the outer house.

Prophet Tao was going out again today. He originally wanted to invite Fu Jingxuan to accompany him, but he didn't expect that Second Master Fu came out of the house in a middle coat and supported by Sanbao. Prophet Tao saw that he was drowsy and asked: " What's going on here?"

Fu Jingxuan didn't speak, but raised his hand weakly, signaling to Sanbao to do it for him. Sanbao's voice was bright and clear, "My young master seems to have suffered from the wind and cold, and his whole body is as hot as a fire. I'm afraid I won't be able to accompany Master Tao today."

Prophet Tao said: "I have a fever, why should I accompany you? Go and ask a doctor to come back first."

Sanbao hurriedly said: "No need, no need, even if the doctor comes, it won't help. My young master has been like this since he was a child, and he can get better with just one dose of medicine."

Prophet Tao said, "Why don't you get the medicine soon?"

Three Treasures felt aggrieved, and looked at the four servants standing behind Prophet Tao, and took out a prescription. The medicines on this prescription were not all in one place. The central pavilion is the same, and the Changlong Ji in the west of the city is the same.With him alone, he may not be able to buy all of them after running for a day.

Prophet Tao glanced at the prescription, did it look familiar?It seemed to be the same as what he had taken when he had typhoid fever. There were indeed two medicines that were not easy to buy, so he ordered the servants behind him to copy three copies of the prescription, and distributed one to each of them.

The four servants looked at each other, hesitating.

Prophet Tao stared wide-eyed, and the young master suddenly became angry, "What? I can't order you around?"

The four hurriedly said no, and seeing that Fu Jingxuan's face was red, but he looked like he had a fever, they didn't dare to delay any longer, and rushed to grab the medicine.

At this time, there were only five people in the inner house including Prophet Tao. Young Master Tao raised his hand to touch Fu Jingxuan's forehead, and the back of his hand hurt from the heat, so he quickly withdrew his hand, "Forget it, I'll find you a doctor." Look." After speaking, he told Sanbao to take good care of him, turned around and stepped out of the courtyard gate.

Fu Jingxuan thanked him weakly, and was supported by Sanbao back to the room.

There is no one in the courtyard, so it looks much cleaner.

After a long while, there was a sound of rolling wooden wheels, and Sanbao went somewhere, and Fu Jingxuan was the only one lying on the bed in the room, as if he was asleep.

Fang Zesheng's brows were cold, and he didn't seem to be worried at all. Uncle Dumb pushed him to the side of the bed, raised his hand and touched Fu Jingxuan's forehead, it was really scaldingly hot, and hurriedly gestured: "I'm afraid I'm really seriously ill, I need to eat quickly." Medicine will do.

Fang Zesheng frowned, saw a used basin of warm water on the bedside, ordered the dumb uncle to bring a new one, sat by the bed alone and said, "Get up."

Fu Jingxuan lay on the bed without moving, coughed twice for a while, frowned and murmured in pain, his hands were shaking violently.

Fang Zesheng glanced at him, saw that he was not pretending, his calm eyes immediately became turbulent, he hurriedly turned the wheelchair and got closer to the bed, and heard him murmur "Brother..."

Fang Zesheng was in a trance for this elder brother call, Fu Jingxuan only called this a few times when he was a child.At that time, he was still young, he only knew that Fang Zesheng was half a year older than him, so his older brothers would call him whatever he wanted. Fang Zesheng was very useful, he didn't have any close brothers and sisters, and Fu Jingxuan called him like that, so he was happy It's just that when he grew up later, his pure mind changed a little, and he no longer wanted to be commensurate with his brother.

Fu Jingxuan screamed eagerly, as if he wanted to say something to him.

Fang Zesheng leaned forward as much as he could, stroked his hot cheeks lightly, remained silent for a long time, and then called softly and lowly, "Xuan'er."

Fu Jingxuan seemed to hear the echo, and suddenly became quiet.

Occasionally, a few melodious chirps could be heard from the birdcage hanging outside the window. A pair of canary birds just brought back from the flower and bird market peeked into the room along the lattice window with four small mung bean eyes.

Fu Jingxuan's eyes were closed tightly, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. Fang Zesheng felt something was wrong, his face flushed, and he wanted to leave with his hands, but Fu Jingxuan tightly grasped the corner of his clothes, unable to move.