The prince's medicine attracts the foolish concubine

Ke Yunchu took Feng Jialan to the old man's house in a familiar way. There was also a red lantern hanging at the door, and there was a strong smell of medicine when entering.

He yelled towards the back room: "Grandpa Sang, I'm here!"

Not long after, an old man with gray sideburns came out with a cane, "It's so early... Ah Yun, who is this?"

Ayun is Ke Yunchu's pseudonym. Before he came out, Feng Jialan told him that when someone asked him what his name was, he replied that his name was Li Yun.

Feng Jialan replied before him: "Old man, I am Li Feng, Ayun's elder brother."

"Grandpa Sang, my brother is also here to help you pick herbs!"

"That's so embarrassing, it's too much trouble for you brothers..."

"It's okay, I heard from Ayun that you broke your foot yesterday, so let us help."

"You two brothers are really nice people..."

They followed Grandpa Sang to the mountain to pick herbs. Looking down from here, the red one is more conspicuous. Feng Jialan asked after deliberation: "Grandpa Sang, it's not a festival now, why do we have to hang this at the door of every house?" A red lantern?"

While digging herbs, Grandpa Sang replied casually: "You outsiders don't know that we have the habit of offering sacrifices here. Every auspicious day, we have to hang up red lanterns and burn the most valuable livestock in the family. There are no livestock. It must also be a valuable item at home, so as to ensure the well-being of our people in southern Xinjiang."

After a while, he wiped off his sweat, and stared at the redness at the bottom of the mountain with some regret in his cloudy eyes: "But in recent years, even if we abide by this custom, there are always natural and man-made disasters, and the tides flood the crops." , killed a lot of farmers, and there was a plague a year ago... Hey... My son and daughter-in-law died in the plague..."

Feng Jialan was stunned: "Where are the relief supplies from the imperial court?"

"Is there such a thing? We have never heard of it..."

Feng Jialan gritted his teeth secretly. The imperial court would have a fixed allocation of funds every year to help the disaster-stricken areas, but it turned out that all of them were privately swallowed up by the officials above. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but glared at Ke Yunchu who was digging the soil with his hands conscientiously. Many of them must have flowed into his father's pocket.

Sensing his gaze, Ke Yunchu raised his eyes to meet his gaze.

Obviously not a child anymore, but those eyes are still round, with big pupils.You don't need to make any facial expressions, just look at people normally, and it will make people feel like an innocent little beast, and full of trust.

He didn't know what Feng Jialan was thinking, so he grinned at him, with some mud on his lips, looking silly.

Ke Jing'an has done so many bad things condemned by God, no wonder he gave birth to such a son, the folks say it is true, it really is retribution.

Feng Jialan twitched the corners of her lips mockingly, and lowered her head without looking at him again.

The old man continued: "Some people also say that it is because we did not abide by the ancient tradition of using boys as sacrifices, which made the patron saint dissatisfied, so we will be punished by heaven..."

"Boy sacrifice?" Feng Jialan keenly grasped the key words.

"The tradition that has been handed down from ancient times should be to cremate boys to sacrifice, but no one is willing to let their own children do this kind of thing. At the beginning, it was decided by lottery. Later, it gradually evolved into using precious items at home instead. , Recently, I always heard that some family lost a child, maybe the patron saint felt that the sincerity was not enough, and blamed it..."

Feng Jialan's pupils suddenly shrank when he heard what the old man said.

He took out the white silk and showed the old man the pattern painted with blood on it: "Grandpa Sang, do you recognize this pattern?"

The old man squinted his eyes and shook his head: "I don't know, the old man has bad eyesight..."

Feng Jialan reconstructed the gesture left after filtering the messy lines on the pattern with his hands, "What about this gesture?"

The old man nodded: "I know this, this is a gesture for the salvation of the undead."

Feng Jialan felt that his head was hot, and the answer was already in his mind. Seeing that the old man was about to carry the basket full of herbs just now, he quickly grabbed it: "Let me carry it."

Seeing that Feng Jialan had already carried the basket, Ke Yunchu said positively, "Grandpa Sang, I'll help you carry it too!"

He stood up from the ground, but suddenly felt a little dizzy, and his body was tilted to one side.

His hands subconsciously scratched in the direction of Feng Jialan, but it was in vain.

And Feng Jialan didn't put his mind on him, and was still immersed in the information he just got.

Fortunately, Ke Yunchu was only dizzy for a moment, and after a while, he recovered by himself, and carried another basket of herbs on his back.

Grandpa Sang led the way, and the three went down the mountain together.

Ke Yunchu told Feng Jialan about his dizziness just now, he only asked plainly if he was still dizzy now, and after getting the answer that he was not dizzy, he ignored him again.

Ke Yunchu said it again unwillingly: "I was dizzy just now!"

Feng Jialan said impatiently: "That's because you haven't eaten recently, just go back and eat something full!"

"Oh..." Ke Yunchu thought it made sense and nodded: "I want to eat more tonight!"

When approaching the foot of the mountain, the feeling of dizziness surged again, and he subconsciously called out to Feng Jialan.

But he didn't seem to hear his own voice, and he didn't look back.

Ke Yunchu could only speed up his heavy steps, trying to catch up with him.

But obviously they were not far apart, but he couldn't catch up anyway.

In a moment of desperation, he tripped over something and fell forward.

This time the dizziness swept him along with the darkness.

Feng Jialan only heard a weak "Brother Jialan" coming from behind him, and when he turned around, he saw the little fool fell to the ground, and the freshly picked herbs were scattered all over the ground behind him.

"Why can't you even walk well?" The impatience in Feng Jialan's eyebrows became more and more obvious. Seeing that he was still lying there, she stepped forward and tapped Ke Yunchu's shoulder with the back of her foot, urging: "Get up soon? Want to get up?" Wait until dark to feed the poisonous snakes?"

He thought that this fool would get up in fright when he heard the poisonous snake, but he still lay motionless on the ground.

It was only then that Feng Jialan realized that something was wrong, squatted down and turned him over, the little fool closed his eyes tightly, and tightly pursed that chattering mouth, and passed out impressively.

The old man who walked in the front turned back and saw Ke Yunchu who was fainted in Feng Jialan's arms. He hurriedly stepped forward and rolled his eyelids, and then heaved a sigh of relief: "Ah Yun fainted because of exhaustion. Come first." Let me rest for a while...Look at me, this old man, I really bother you..."

With the herb basket on her back, Feng Jialan could only hug Ke Yunchu and said to the old man who was still blaming himself, "Don't bother, it's this idiot...it's my brother's own problem."

Back in the old man's room, the old man simply tidied up the bed, and said to Feng Jialan who was still holding Ke Yunchu: "If you don't mind, put him down first, I'll help him diagnose."

Feng Jialan put Ke Yunchu down, and watched the old man take his pulse, a little lost in thought.

Before following him to southern Xinjiang, the little fool still had immature baby fat on his face. After a couple of months of hard work, it has lost a lot of weight. The small face in the shape of a melon seed is paired with two slightly frowning glances Eyebrows look even more pitiful.

The old man's face was serious at first, but then he turned pale with shock and could not speak: "This...this is..."

Feng Jialan's heart also sank: "Grandpa Sang, what happened to him?"

The old man didn't answer him immediately, but muttered, "Did I take the wrong pulse?", and took his pulse again.

He searched repeatedly, closed his eyes and gathered his brows, pondered for a while, and then said excitedly: "It's not wrong... It's not wrong! Your brother is happy!"

Feng Jialan originally thought that the worst answer was that Ke Yunchu had an incurable disease, but she never expected to hear such absurd diagnosis, her handsome face was full of astonishment: "Grandpa Sang...you Is it a wrong diagnosis?"

"I've been a doctor for decades, and I can still diagnose a mere happy pulse! If you don't believe me, come and feel it!" The old man led Feng Jialan's hand to Ke Yunchu's pulse.

Feng Jialan could only feel that the pulse of his subordinates was beating cheerfully and strongly, which was different from the steady pulse of ordinary people.

The old man beside him said: "Push it fluently, as smoothly as a rolling ball, this is the joy pulse!"

Feng Jialan still couldn't believe it: "But he is a man, how could he have a happy pulse?!"

The old man's mood is also difficult to calm down: "For the first time in so many years, I have met a man who is happy... But although this kind of situation is rare, it does not exist... I once wrote in ancient medical books I have read the records, 'one who can conceive is a woman, and the other is the chosen one'... Presumably Ah Yun is the chosen son recorded in this ancient book! According to this pulse, it should have been more than two months .”

Feng Jialan connected Ke Yunchu's loss of appetite in the past few days with a series of things such as Ke Jing'an letting him take the child-avoiding medicine, and fell silent.

After a long time, he opened his mouth and said, "Grandpa Sang, do you have a way to beat this fetus?"

"There is a way...it will only hurt the body, and it is very likely that you will not be able to conceive again..."

After hearing the old man's words, Feng Jialan froze.

He thought of the innocent and happy look on the little fool's face when he said he would give birth to a child, and hesitated.

But he finally asked: "Is there really no milder way?"

The old man stroked his beard and hair, and said: "Let Ah Yun decide this matter, after all, this is him..."

He suddenly thought of something, and looked up at Feng Jialan in astonishment: "Could it be... Could it be that he is yours..."

Feng Jialan lowered her eyes, acquiescing to what he hadn't finished speaking.