The Legend of Double Dragon of the Tang Dynasty: Wanxuan colleagues

"As a teacher, I haven't said I agree with you, so don't push yourself too hard," Zhu Yuyan said helplessly, her tone much lighter than before.

"Master~" Wanwan pouted, holding Zhu Yuyan's hand, and said coquettishly.

"Okay, master will stop talking, remember, you must let Shi Zhixuan believe in you, so that you can deal with the upcoming things smoothly." Xu Shi was afraid that Wanwan would not take it seriously, Zhu Yuyan instructed again.

"Well, Wanwan knows." Wanwan nodded, and she had listened to Zhu Yuyan's words. If it was before, she would have realized that there was something in Zhu Yuyan's words, but now that she knows that Zhu Yuyan has acquiesced in her and Feixuan's affairs , her mind has been transferred to another person.

"Master, Wanwan has something, I don't know if I should ask it?" Wanwan recalled the conversation between Zhu Yuyan and Shi Zhixuan just now, and she still had doubts in her heart, so she wanted to confirm, so she asked Zhu Yuyan.

"You are worried about the relationship between your teacher and Shi Zhixuan." Zhu Yuyan glanced at Wanwan, and then asked back with affirmative tone.

Wan Wan wasn't too surprised by Zhu Yuyan's rhetorical question. Zhu Yuyan always understood her thoughts best, and if she wanted to hide it, she couldn't hide it for long, so she didn't hesitate anymore, nodded her head lightly, and replied "Yes".

"Just now Wanwan heard from Master that Shi Zhixuan and Shi Zhixuan should be old acquaintances. Although Master told Wanwan about Shi Zhixuan before, Wanwan has never heard Master mention "Little Four", so Wanwan I have doubts," Wanwan continued to explain.

"Alas~" Zhu Yuyan sighed a long time after listening to Wanwan's words, and there was a lot of resentment in her eyes, and then said: "Forget it, I didn't want to talk too much before I was a teacher, but I miss you and I am still young, and I don't want to mention it as a teacher. The past only adds to the sorrow, so I didn’t tell you anything, now that the matter has been revealed, there is nothing to hide.”

After finishing speaking, Zhu Yuyan pulled Wan Wan to the stone bench beside her, and the two sat down one after another. Zhu Yuyan calmed down and continued after a while: "Back then, the court was chaotic and there were endless wars... "

Wanwan listened carefully to Zhu Yuyan's words, but her brows frowned deeper. She was worried about her master at that time. When Zhu Yuyan mentioned Xiao Si, a bright smile appeared on her face.

Wanwan knew that Master was really happy, and this kind of happiness was also reflected in the time when Master met Xiao Si again, that is, Shi Zhixuan, after many years, but Zhu Yuyan's mood became more and more depressed as she talked about it later.

"In those few days, he often got drunk. I said that there were too many religious affairs, which made him upset, so I wanted to accompany him to relax, but after I took care of everything, he left without saying goodbye. When I When I found him again, it was in an inn, an inn at the foot of Cihang Jingzhai Mountain. He drank a lot of wine, and when he was drunk, he even injured a woman's leg."

Xu said that she was tired, Zhu Yuyan paused, her eyes filled with an indelible melancholy.

"That woman is Bi Xiuxin?" Seeing Zhu Yuyan pause, Wanwan recalled the content of the letter and couldn't help asking, but Wanwan immediately realized something, and quickly added: "Wanwan saw Master's emotions It was a little strange, so I thought about what I should have met, the person who troubled you, Master."

"Well, you are smart." Zhu Yuyan nodded, agreed with Wanwan's words, and continued: She didn't seem to want to see me at the time, and she was hostile to me, but Zhixuan was too drunk at the time, and I didn't want to. Others, I didn’t pay too much attention to her.”

"In the next few days, Zhixuan stayed in that shop, still drinking all day long. I persuaded him for a long time to no avail, so I could only let him go. But I couldn't watch him like this, so I had to go out by myself. Worth the winter..."

"Okay, take this medicine back, take it once a time, if the child is weak, just take it twice a day." Fan Qinghui wrapped the medicinal paper and handed it to the person in front of him.

The woman held the child in one hand, freed the other hand, tremblingly took the medicine package handed over by Fan Qinghui, said "thank you" a few times, then hugged the child and gave the medicine to the people behind. After getting out of the seat, he said, "The girl is really a good person, the lady is here to pray, may everything goes well for the girl", and left after speaking.

After the woman left, a skinny old man with white beard and hair walked up to Fan Qinghui. In the bitterly cold weather, the old man wore very little clothes. His clothes seemed to be old, and the clothes were all mended. Mark of.

"Girl, I beg you to help me." Walking in front of Fan Qinghui, the old man knelt down in front of Fan Qinghui. Although Fan Qinghui had quick eyesight and quick hands, he still failed to stop the old man's actions.

"Old man, get up first, Qinghui really can't stand you like this." Fan Qinghui held the old man's hands, half bent over, thinking about helping the old man up.

"Girl, my wife is bedridden at home for some reason, and the little old man is unable to bring my wife here, so please go back with me to treat my wife," the old man begged Fan Qinghui, his tone a little hoarse.

Fan Qinghui looked at the old man, and then looked up at the people who were still in line. It seemed that there were not many people. The people in the pharmacy should be able to last for a while. As long as he came back in time, he should be fine, so he said to the old man: " Old man, you get up first, I will follow you there."

"Really, thank you, thank you girl" Hearing Fan Qinghui's words, the old man's eyes suddenly brightened, and with Fan Qinghui's support, he stood up.

"Ah Er, please support me for a while, I'll go back when I go." Fan Qinghui put away her medicine bag, and told the medicine grabber at the side.

"Miss Fan, don't worry, we are here." Ah Er smiled at Fan Qinghui, signaling her not to worry.

"Well, please"

After finishing speaking, Fan Qinghui followed the old man and left the medicine tent.

Follow the old man all the way, turning in from the small path, although the old man walked very fast, but because of his old age, the walking speed is actually not fast, as long as Fan Qinghui takes a little step, it should not be a problem to catch up with the old man, but Fan Qinghui walks very slowly .

"Here~" the old man stopped suddenly, pointed at the thatched cottage in front of him, excitedly said to Fan Qinghui, and then walked towards the thatched cottage.

Fan Qinghui walked with the old man, looking at the dilapidated thatched cottage in front of her, Fan Qinghui's heart couldn't help tightening, she didn't know whether it was pity or emotion.

"Squeak~"

The old man pushed open the door and signaled Fan Qinghui to go in first.

Stepping into the thatched hut, the situation inside the hut was not much different from Fan Qinghui's original expectation. It was a bit dilapidated, but the room was extremely clean and neatly arranged. There was a small table above the hall, and there were paper and ink on the table. , and a stack of paper that seems to have something painted on it.

"My wife likes to write and draw, so here are these, girl, go this way~" The old man explained, and then beckoned Fan Qinghui to walk towards the inner hall. Fan Qinghui nodded and followed.

Pushing open the door and entering the room, there was an old woman lying on the simple bed. At this moment, the woman's eyes were closed tightly and her face was pale. Fan Qinghui immediately walked to the bed and felt the old man's pulse.

"What's the matter?" Seeing Fan Qinghui retracting his hand, the old man asked with concern.

"Don't worry," Fan Qinghui said, opening her medicine bag, took out the needle, and pricked each of the woman's ten fingernails to squeeze out some blood, and then pricked each of the woman's earlobe and tongue tip. A needle was inserted, and the blood-squeezing action was repeated.

He took out the powder of Evodia rutaecarpa, put it on a cloth, adjusted it with vinegar, and pasted it on the woman's Yongquan point.

"In less than half an hour, you should wake up." Seeing that the old man still looked worried, Fan Qinghui immediately comforted him.

"That's good." Hearing Fan Qinghui's words, the old man seemed to breathe a long sigh of relief, and the nervousness on his face dissipated a lot.

"By the way, can I borrow a pen and paper from home?" Fan Qinghui suddenly realized something, so he said to the old man.

"Of course," the old man said, turning around to get a pen and paper.

"Old man, I'll go by myself. Look at your mother-in-law. If you wake up, you will only call me." Fan Qinghui called the old man and confessed.

"Well, please go ahead, girl." The old man gave way to Fan Qinghui as he said that. Fan Qinghui glanced at the woman on the bed, her complexion became a little rosy, so she also felt relieved and went out.

The woman had a stroke, and in order to recover better, Fan Qinghui prescribed some medicine to induce blood flow for the woman, and wrote it down on a piece of paper, but after looking around the room, Fan Qinghui put away the prescription.

"Girl, wake up, wake up," the old man excitedly called to Fan Qinghui.

"Okay, what's the noise?"

As soon as Fan Qinghui approached, the woman's voice came out, and the old man just laughed a few times.

"By the way, Yun'er, this girl saved you this time." Seeing Fan Qinghui coming in, the old man hurriedly explained to the woman on the bed.

"This is thanks to the girl." The woman smiled and nodded at Fan Qinghui, and continued: "Poor people, we can't repay the girl's great kindness, go~, take out the things I put there."

"Oh~" The old man paused for a moment, but he soon understood what the woman said, and turned around to look for it, but was stopped by Fan Qinghui.

"There is no need to thank me at all. If my mother-in-law is really sorry, why not give me a copy of the calligraphy, so I can keep it as a souvenir," Fan Qinghui explained.

"Girl, you have a good eye. Yun'er's calligraphy and painting are truly outstanding," the old man praised, with a sense of pride in his tone.

"Don't listen to his nonsense, it's just calligraphy and painting. If the girl likes it, then take it." The woman gave the old man a white look, but there was no sign of anger on her expression.

"How can I~" The old man wanted to refute, but when the woman gave him a look, he obediently shut up.

"Go make some porridge, I'm hungry," the woman said to the old man.

"Okay" said the old man, glanced at Fan Qinghui, and then left.

"Miss, don't be offended, that's just how he is," the woman explained to Fan Qinghui when she saw the old man had left.

"I think the relationship between the two of you is enviable, so why bother to make a fuss?" Fan Qinghui walked to the old man's bed, sat down, gently took the old man's hand, and felt his pulse again.

"The pulse condition is stable, as long as you rest well, in about three months, you will be back to normal." Fan Qinghui withdrew her hand and explained the woman's condition.

"Thank you girl" the old woman thanked.