The general's wife is sick

Because of the snowstorm in the court hall, everyone was tense, Ji Chengyue was not at home, so Ji Liu's injury was kept secret.

After Xiong Zhengli's prescription was written, the ingredients sent it to the general's residence in person.

The next day when the snow stopped, Princess Guangyang visited the sick Ji Liu in person. Ji's mansion has never welcomed such a noble person in these years.

Now it's just that Ji Liu is sick, so she came to the door in person, and Ji Liu is so embarrassing in front of her!

Ji Fu moved.

Ji Chengyue and Jia Caixia led the crowd to welcome them at the door. Princess Guangyang said bluntly that she was only visiting Ji Liu when they met, and should not be so laborious.

The couple were respectful and polite, and quickly said yes.

Ji Chengyue personally led Princess Guangyang into Ji Liu's courtyard. As the journey gradually became remote after entering the mansion, Princess Guangyang frowned. Yard to ease yearning."

"Liu'er is a good boy."

"What the lady said is very true."

After dealing with Princess Guangyang, Jia Caixia received Ji Chengyue's displeased eyes, and she couldn't help but tighten her handkerchief privately. When Ji Liu came in, the master didn't say anything, but now it's just a word from Princess Guangyang, and now she secretly Accusing her and putting all the responsibility on her, what a shame!

After entering the house, Princess Guangyang said, "I'm just here to visit a sick person. Sick people are most afraid of noisy people, Lord Ji tell them what to do. Bengong and Liu'er have a good talk. "

As the mistress of the Ji Mansion, Jia Caixia does not shy away from it, and Princess Guangyang does not want to drive her away, but it is inconvenient to have her around, so Princess Guangyang simply greeted Ji Liu and held him back many times while speaking. hand, patted the back of his hand lightly.

Ji Liu understood, "Thank you Ma'am for remembering, Liu'er is weak, it's just a cold and not serious this time, please trouble Madam to visit her personally."

After returning home, Ji Liu checked for himself, and there was no serious injury to his shoulder. At that time, he was in pain and confused. If it was really a broken bone, he might not be able to speak a word. How can he bear it for so long.

Reminiscent of Xiong Jinghai's saying that General Xiong is so powerful that ordinary people can't stand it, presumably General Xiong was sympathetic when he made the move.

"That's good, that's good, take good care of your body, I ordered people to find some medicinal materials when cleaning up the warehouse, and you can continue to look at the medical skills that Jinghai gave you earlier, use these medicinal materials if they can be used, and give them to you for practice if they can't be used gone."

The maid behind Princess Guangyang opened the box of medicinal herbs. Jia Caixia didn't understand medicine, but Ji Liu did. He glanced at them and they were all medicinal herbs for healing bruises and nourishing.

"Thank you, Ma'am, Liu'er must take good care of her body."

Saying goodbye to Princess Guangyang, Ji Liu was already tired, and he fell asleep in a daze.

Today Ji Qingyun and Ji Zhanpeng returned home after listening to a lecture, but Ji Liu didn't come out to greet them. After careful questioning, they found out that the wind and snow have been too heavy these days, and they caught wind and cold when they went out for a banquet, and they are currently bedridden.

Ji Zhanpeng ordered his personal attendants to put the things back into the house, and he went to Ji Liu's courtyard, while Ji Qingyun went to the study to find Ji Chengyue.

In the study, Ji Chengyue is drafting a memorial. He is the Minister of Rites, and he should not have paid too much attention to the snow disaster, but every time the imperial court encounters a disaster, the daily greetings must include the disaster, saying that even if he is not in his duty However, officials still have the heart of worrying about the country and the people.

Ji Qingyun entered the study, Ji Chengyue stopped writing and spread the memorial on the table.

"Qingyun is back, sit down, have you gained any benefits in the past few days?"

Ji Qingyun sat down next to him, "It is indeed beneficial. Mister is worthy of being called a great Confucian. He is knowledgeable and knowledgeable. He is very gracious in pointing out the world when he talks."

At first Ji Chengyue saw him returning home with a smile on his face, but after hearing Ji Qingyun's words, his expression changed slightly.

"Guess Jiangshan?"

Ji Qingyun explained to him in detail the elegance of the great Confucianism, his good speech, and his generous manner.

"My son should not learn from him." The Ji family has been scholarly for generations, three generations have been officials, and Ji Chengyue has a great say in official affairs, trying to figure out the wishes of the superiors.

"I am afraid that such a person will not be reused by the emperor. Even if this person really cares about the world, his deeds will not make the emperor favor him. This place is at the foot of the emperor, and at the foot of the emperor "pointing the country" is probably just It can arouse the fear of the superiors."

Ji Chengyue told him, "Don't imitate him. You are going to be an official in the future. Although you and Zhanpeng are only one year older, Zhanpeng's temperament is not as stable as yours. After all, he is not the material for an official. All hopes are pinned on you, the future of the Ji Mansion depends entirely on you, everything is safe."

When returning home, Ji Qingyun had a rare chat with Ji Zhanpeng about what he had learned in the past ten days. He was thirsty for learning, and suddenly realized that he was full of enthusiasm and had nowhere to vent. Now Ji Chengyue's two words of cold water poured him from head to toe.