light wine brewed tea

Prophet Tao adjusted his belt and came out of the toilet door, just in time to see this scene.

The drunk man was subdued by the shopkeeper and the waiter. Fu Jingxuan heard a slight muffled groan, and immediately sobered up more than half of the wine. He struggled to get up from Fang Zesheng's arms, and asked anxiously, "What's wrong? Where is the injury?"

Fang Zesheng straightened up slowly, first looked at Fu Jingxuan, and seeing that he was intact, he said, "No problem."

Fu Jingxuan didn't believe it, and immediately asked the shopkeeper to find a doctor.

Fang Zesheng tugged at his hand and shook his head, motioning for no trouble.

There are quite a few young people from the tea market in the restaurant, most of them have seen Fang Zesheng when he was a teenager, and no one saw Fang Zesheng when they were drinking. After recognizing him, he pointed at his wheelchair and talked about it, full of ridicule and pity.

Fu Jingxuan didn't say any more, called Tao Zhizhi to pay the bill, and pushed Fang Zesheng back to Fang's house.

Around Hai hour, candle shadows flickered in the study room of the inner house.

Fang Zesheng lay prone on the wooden floor and buried his face in the pillow.

He was moved to the bed by Fu Jingxuan just now, and he forcibly took off his shirt, exposing his bruised back, and said with bare ears: "I said it's fine."

Fu Jingxuan turned a deaf ear and ordered the dumb uncle to help him find some wound medicine.

Uncle Dumb was worried for a long time at the side, first worried about the young master's injury, and then worried about the quarrel between the two of them. With a sigh of relief, he hurried to fetch the medicine box.

The bottles and cans in the medicine box are mostly pills for internal use, and those with bruises are rare. Fu Jingxuan rummaged for a while and found a bottle that could be used. A slender blue cloth bag was found at the bottom. The cloth bag looked a little old, and the drawstring at the seal had a few filaments, as if it was often opened and used frequently.

Fu Jingxuan picked up the cloth bag and remained silent for a while, rubbed his fingers lightly on the cloth, guessed what was inside, and frowned.

After half a column of incense.

Fang Zesheng turned over from the couch, Fu Jingxuan applied the medicine for him and went out, and the dumb uncle went out together.

The two of them did not go far, and stood at the door of the study, relatively speechless.

Fu Jingxuan took the blue cloth bag and handed it to the dumb uncle.

The dumb uncle was startled, and instinctively trembled his hands. He was just impatient and forgot this thing when he was carrying the medicine box. Fearing that Fu Jingxuan would find something strange, he hurriedly covered up his sadness, and gestured with a smile: "What do you mean, Er Ye?"

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Fu Jingxuan opened the cloth bag, took out two silver needles from it, and took out a leg meridian map in the medicine box.

When the dumb uncle saw these two things, his throat choked up, and he pulled his wrinkled flesh like crying or laughing.

Fu Jingxuan asked: "What are these needles used for?"

The dumb uncle opened his mouth, then shook his head.

"Chen Fu said before that Fang Zesheng's leg should have healed a long time ago, but every time he gave him acupuncture, he didn't feel it, so it must be caused by heart disease." Fu Jingxuan lowered his eyes, holding two silver needles on his finger Abdominal rotation.

Uncle Dumb sighed, wanted to nod, but heard Fu Jingxuan say: "I don't think so."

"Practice makes perfect. If you bear the pain for a long time, you will feel no more pain."

The dumb uncle didn't move his hands, Fu Jingxuan said, "If you don't tell me, I can guess."

"This injection was done by Fang Zesheng in order to hide it from Chen Fu's eyes and hurt himself?"

Uncle Dumb's eyes turned red instantly, and he nodded slowly when he couldn't hide it.

Fu Jingxuan closed his eyes, and curled the two thin needles back into his palm, "Then he has really pretended to be disabled all these years?"

Uncle Mute nodded first, and then gestured: Six years ago, the young master had felt in his legs, but he had to hide it from Mrs. Wang, and he couldn't stand up casually.

Fang Zesheng was eighteen years old, just at the age of the chief executive, if he really stood up and blocked Wang Xiuhe's way, she might find some reason to kill him at will, but he could only pretend to be disabled in front of her, sometimes crazy, sometimes silly, sometimes happy Only when I was angry, I was able to survive till now.Wang Xiuhe was suspicious from the beginning, no matter how Fang Zesheng behaved, she never fully believed him, even if it was the two legs that were broken in front of her, she didn't believe it was too late.So, I called Chen Fu and asked Dr. Chen to help with the acupuncture, saying it was for treating the legs, but in fact it was a test.

The dumb uncle gestured unclearly, so he took Fu Jingxuan to his room and wrote it down with a pen: The first time the acupuncture was performed, Wang almost saw the clues, if the young master didn't prevaricate it in the name of typhoid fever, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to hide it today.From that day on, the young master asked me to find a few silver needles, and give myself needles one by one according to the meridian diagram. When Dr. Chen comes again, I can bear a lot.

Fu Jingxuan's heart tightened, "Then how can his legs bear it?"

Uncle Dumb hesitated holding the pen, and wrote slowly: At that time, the old slave was also afraid that the young master's meridians would be damaged, so he secretly found a few herbs, and occasionally helped the young master soak it. Although the young master could not walk, he felt sensation in his legs. The old slave thought to himself, it doesn't matter if he doesn't stand at this time, as long as the young master still has feeling in his legs, he can always stand up on the day when Mrs. Wang is driven away.

Before Fu Jingxuan's brows could be stretched, the dumb uncle turned his pen and wrote with trembling hands: But this move may not work in the future.

Fu Jingxuan asked: "Why?"

The dumb uncle said: Before the tea tasting meeting, Mrs. Wang asked Dr. Chen to come over one after another to give acupuncture. The meridian on the young master's leg was already unbearable, and then he became seriously ill. When he opened his eyes again, there was no feeling on his leg.

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It was past midnight, and the lights in the main house hadn't been turned on yet.

Fang Zesheng was wearing a middle coat and half leaning on the wooden couch. The dumb uncle walked in with red eyes, handed him the cloth bag with silver needles, and gestured twice.

Fang Zesheng understood what he meant, remained silent for a long time, finally sighed, ordered him to bring a black cloak, put it on his body, and came to the yard.

There was a wind in the courtyard, and the flowers and trees in the garden were rustling, which woke up the carp in the lotus pond and made a "croaking" sound.

Fu Jingxuan went up to the roof at some point, with his back to the yard, sitting on the eaves, drinking a jar of fruit wine.

This wine was originally sweet, but today it became bitter for some reason, the bitterness made Er Ye's heart twitch, the corners of his eyes were jerky, he was so uncomfortable that he wanted to shed two tears.He couldn't help venting his anger on the others, he thought to himself, Prophet Tao bought the wine, it must be that Prophet Tao intentionally harmed him, in order to see him drink and weep, making people laugh.

A moment of carelessness actually allowed him to succeed.

Fu Jingxuan put down the wine jar, wanted to dry his eyes and enjoy the moonlight above his head, but suddenly he saw a sky lantern floating in front of his eyes, and then another.Another one.

"If the second master doesn't look back, my lamp will run out."

Fu Jingxuan was startled, turned around, and saw Fang Zesheng sitting in the yard.

Fang Zesheng's expression was indifferent, holding the last plain daytime lamp in his hand, he looked at him for a while, and then he opened the corners of his mouth slightly, and smiled after a long absence.

This smile is like a cold mountain melting snow, green willows supporting the wind.

Fu Jingxuan was stunned for a moment, and asked, "Why are you laughing?"

Fang Zesheng looked at him softly, and let the sky lantern fly in front of his eyes, "Second Master gave me his heart, I am very happy."

"If you want to laugh, you will laugh."