The Sick Beauty in the Republic of China

"Cough, cough..." Wang Luan leaned on the sofa with his lips covered, his sparrow-like eyes slightly closed, and the light brown silk shirt was loosely wrapped around his body, like a thin layer of smoke.

Sitting opposite him is the old doctor Zhou of Huichun Hall, who is over 60 years old and very famous in Yunchuan City. At this moment, he is carefully examining Wang Luan's pulse, stroking the white beard around his mouth from time to time, thinking After a moment he asked:

"I don't know if the Second Young Madam has coughed up blood since the prescription was changed last time?"

Wang Luan nodded, feeling a little grateful in his heart that Qi Chensheng went out early today due to factory affairs, so he was willing to answer truthfully: "Yes, I coughed a few times, mostly when I woke up in the morning, and my throat was sore. It's fishy and sweet."

The old doctor Zhou frowned, looked at Wang Luan's face, shook his head and sighed, "That's the case, I don't dare to add heavy medicine anymore."

"In the end, this disease still depends on nourishment. I just checked the pulse of the second young lady. The decoction I took a lot to stop coughing up blood a month ago has already faintly hurt the stomach and intestines. If I continue to use it, I'm afraid it will hurt the body even more."

"Now I can only continue to drink slow medicines such as white peony root, tannin, and privet fruit. If there is no serious problem for the rest of the month, I can rest temporarily."

"The old man is bothering you," Wang Luan tried to smile, but his eyes drooped slightly. He looked at his wrist and said, "It's just... there is one more thing. I want to ask the old man for a prescription."

Old Doctor Zhou didn't think about it, and said politely: "Second Young Madam, please tell me, this old man just listens."

"... I don't know if there is any prescription, whether it is good for nourishing the stomach or promoting more food, it can make people a little plump." Wang Luan's hand with a crimson ring pressed lightly on the neckline of the silk shirt, holding back I couldn't help coughing a few more times.

Although he had heard people say that people who suffer from consumptive disease are just wasting their bodies day by day, and that it will be a matter of time before they become so thin that only their dry bones are left, but in the end, he still has luck in his heart, and he feels that he is still far away from the appearance of being seriously ill. Far.

But since the beginning of summer, he often thinks less about food, and sometimes he insists on eating more snacks, which affects his stomach and intestines and can't digest it. It takes a long time for him to feel better.

After this, Wang Luan gradually realized that his body became thinner and uglier. When changing clothes these few days, he deliberately avoided Qi Chensheng.She was even a little worried about whether Qi Chensheng would feel uncomfortable when she hugged him tightly every night to fall asleep.

When he was trapped in Wang's house to study in the past, he saw the anecdote that Mrs. Li was seriously ill and refused to see Emperor Wu.But now, after truly experiencing the bitterness of it, he suddenly realized that if he was really sick to that extent, he would never want Qi Chensheng to see him haggard and embarrassing.

"If you want to have a plump body...you need tonic after all," the old doctor Zhou heard, but he also felt a little troubled, so he had to check Wang Luan's pulse and said slowly: "But the most feared thing about tuberculosis is It is dry and hot, so the middle of the year is indeed the most difficult summer."

"In addition, the second young lady used heavy medicine to hurt her stomach before, and now she can only warm it up slowly, and then she can take more supplements in winter."

"So... I know." Wang Luan's eyes were slightly disappointed, but he also knew that with his current body, it would be difficult to do anything after all, so he tried to smile: "I still have to thank Mr. Zhou."

"Second Young Madam, you're welcome," Old Doctor Zhou waved his hand. He has practiced medicine for decades and has seen countless people. At this moment, he can naturally see what Wang Luan is thinking, but he just persuades him to the point: "This tuberculosis Although it is powerful, but in the end, the heart disease is more serious than the body disease, the second young lady should be more open on weekdays, so as to take care of it."

"If there is nothing else, the old man will leave first."

When Wang Luan heard this, he couldn't help being slightly distracted, and when he heard that Mr. Zhou was about to leave, he hurriedly called out to the corridor outside: "Fengshan, send Mr. Zhou out."

"Well." Feng Shan came in from the door with a smile on his face, welcomed old doctor Zhou to the small hall outside, asked Fang Zi to pay the consultation fee, and then sent him out of the small western building.

In the bedroom, Wang Luan was still in a daze. He picked up a collection of poems written by an Englishman, but he couldn't read them into his heart.

Not long after, there was a noise from the corridor outside, he thought it was Feng Shan who came back, but he didn't want to raise his head, and saw Qi Chensheng walking in.

"Didn't you say you have something to do? Why did you come back so soon?" Wang Luan propped himself on the sofa and wanted to get up, but was soon held in his arms by Qi Chensheng, and sat back down.

"It's not about the factory." With a warm breath, still tinged with heat, Qi Chensheng casually took the glass cup of plum soup on the table, took a sip himself, and then brought it to Wang Lian's lips, Said lightly: "He Chengdong is not here today, the people below have passed the wrong news, it is not about the factory, but about the Qi family."

The Qi family...Wang Luan leaned on Qi Chensheng, his heart moved slightly. He had also heard rumors in the past few days that the old man of the Qi family should have a big plan to live his [-]th birthday.

"Then you want to go back?

"Why, brother Jiu can't bear it?" Qi Chensheng asked without answering, and reached out to lift Wang Luan's ear. He had grown a lot of hair recently, and leaned over to sniff the faint sandalwood greedily.

Wang Luan turned his face slightly, pushed his thin fingers against his chin, coughed a few times and murmured: "I have nothing to be reluctant..."

"If you're not here, I'll take Fengshan to Qingyangfang to watch a movie."

"Then what if I haven't come back after watching the movie?" Qi Chensheng was not angry, but put his arms around Wang Luan's back, lowered his head and kissed his fingertips.

"If you haven't come back yet, let's go to the theater to have a look." Wang Luan leaned on Qi Chensheng's shoulder, closed his eyes, and said in a leisurely tone, "Although I'm not good at that, I've heard people say that you There is an auspicious class in Yunchuan, and the martial arts students in it are all very handsome, I think it’s enough for me to look at it for a few more days.”

"Such a thing," Qi Chensheng suddenly clasped the hand around Wang Luan's waist, causing him to whisper in surprise, and then kissed and bit his white neck, winding up to his ear: "Nine Brother, don’t even think about it.”

"Why can't you think about it?" Wang Luan was really strangled, moved his waist uncomfortably, opened those dark bird eyes and said with a smile: "Shen Sheng hasn't come back for so long, who knows that it's because of being caught?" Which family's young master and miss is fascinated."

"Ninth brother is going to see Xiaosheng by himself, but he is relying on me?" Qi Chensheng also smiled a little, with Wang Luan's figure faintly reflected in his gray broken eyes, he couldn't help but leaned over and kissed him The lips of the man in his arms.

Wang Luan raised his head slightly, responding to the other party's slightly punitive kiss, and while breathing gradually messy, he couldn't help stretching out his hands to wrap around Qi Chensheng's neck.

The book of poetry that was casually placed on the lap fell to the ground at some point, and on the pages of the book that were turned randomly, there were verses of love flowing, and the two people who embraced each other felt emotional.

But Qi Chensheng stopped right there. He leaned on Wang Luan's body, hugged the person in his arms tightly, and almost stubbornly endured everything again.

"Shen Sheng..." Wang Luan was almost out of breath. He sensed the other party's movement and wanted to reach out his hand, but was held tightly by Qi Chensheng's hand.

"You really don't..."

He opened his confused eyes, at first he was not very clear, but he soon understood, and said in a low voice: "Even if it's not like that... I can help you..."

"Ninth Brother..." Qi Chensheng raised his body slightly after hearing the words, and looked at Wang Luan with his turbulent gray eyes, and finally bowed his head and kissed Wang Luan deeply after a while——

The thin bed curtain intertwined with pine plum blossom patterns, like smoke and mist, blocks the scorching sun from outside the window, and contains the tenderness that is hard to give up.

Wang Luan leaned wearily in Qi Chensheng's arms, at first he remembered avoiding him intentionally or unintentionally, and didn't want him to see his thinner body, but in the end he finally cared about these things.

"Brother Jiu is the same as before, everything is fine."

Suddenly, he heard Qi Chensheng kissing and whispering in his ear, he couldn't help being stunned, and after a while he murmured: "You know..."

Qi Chensheng didn't deny it, but seeing his tired appearance, he secretly regretted it, and only lightly changed Wang Luan's pajamas again, and then lay down again hugging him.

"When I came back, I happened to run into Fengshan."

For the rest, there is no need to say anything more. Feeling the temperature in Qi Chensheng's arms at this moment, Wang Luan only felt that those thoughts seemed to have dissipated.

He was extremely sleepy, but he couldn't fall asleep for a while. In a haze, he recalled the old man of the Qi family's birthday, and heard Qi Chensheng whispering next to his ear: "Ninth Brother... ...You follow me back to Qi's house."

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"So, ma'am, did you nod your head?!" The next morning, Wang Luan was leaning on the sofa with the unfinished poetry collection in his hand, and seemed to casually talk about this with Feng Shan, but Feng Shan was aroused. Shan Liang's eyes were as wide as Tongling's.

"What are you in a hurry for?" Looking at his appearance, Wang Luan couldn't help laughing lowly, but it caused his heart to cough again and again.

"This is a big deal!" Feng Shan rubbed his hands vigorously a few times, leaned over to Wang Luan, and asked eagerly, "Are you going to the Qi's house for this grandpa's birthday banquet?"

"I..." The smile on Wang Luan's lips did not diminish, but his eyes lowered, and he murmured softly, "I'll think about it later."

"What?" Fengshan was startled. These days, he really regarded Wang Luan as his master, and he would naturally worry for him when encountering problems: "This...is there any need to think about it?" ?”

"You don't know how difficult it is to enter the Qi family in the past two years. Although the old man is old, Yu Wei is still there. No one dares to mess around in weddings and funerals."

"Now that Second Young Master dares to ask you, he must have already made preparations. Why are you still hesitating?"

Hearing this, Wang Luan put the booklet of poetry in his hand aside, sighed and said: "You also said that the old man of the Qi family is now in his seventies. I have no reason to go up to him at this time to make him feel uncomfortable. .”

Feng Shan was taken aback for a moment, and then understood what Wang Luan meant.Indeed, as he said, the rumors about "Qi Er Shao raising a man" some time ago were really unpleasant. Now, although I don't know what Old Master Qi's attitude is towards this, he certainly doesn't want to see Wang Luan very much.

"But this is a rare opportunity for you, you really don't..."

Wang Luan smiled, but in the end he couldn't say a word. After a long time, he said, "Let your second young master decide."