Nameless Ghost Doctor

"Why don't you talk?" Xie Qinghan opened her arms, and Epiphyllum bowed her head, skillfully dressed her.

Peach Blossom was like atonement, knelt on the ground and said nothing, "You have been away for so long, haven't you seen brother?"

Xie Qinghan waved her long sleeves and squatted down. With a sound of her white underwear, her beautiful appearance was even more evident, and with her jade fingers, she raised the head of the person on the ground.

Tao Hua glanced at her timidly, then hurriedly looked down, "Servant, servant, I saw you, you are refreshed and very happy."

"Get up." Xie Qinghan withdrew her hand, stood up, picked up the clothes in Epiphyllum's hand, waved in the air, the green clothes were draped around her body, the fragrant arms followed the jade fingers, and the white clothes passed through the green sleeves. I feel that this woman must be a chivalrous woman who eliminates evil and Anliang, but she is actually chic and unrestrained.

"Put on makeup."

"Yes."

The study seemed so extraordinarily quiet.The air is evenly scattered with the aroma of agarwood, and the fire is slowly glowing red.

A white porcelain vase with red plums is placed against the white wall, with some silver patterns printed on the white paper, and two bookshelves made of agarwood, on which are listed various books.

On the tall and narrow wooden table next to the bookshelf, there is a pot of asparagus. The grass has grown to more than three feet long. The branches and leaves hang down like sweet vines, and some books are faintly covered by the small green leaves.

On the other side is a large blue and white porcelain bucket, in which there are many rolled up calligraphy and paintings.

On the exquisite writing desk, there are several English books, a marble ink box, a small and exquisite month plate, and a silver-gray paulownia box.

These decorations and atmosphere fully show the elegance of the owner of the study.

Xie Qingge jumped and ran in from the courtyard, "I knew you were here."

Xie Qinghan stopped writing, and looked at him with a little dissatisfaction with a smile, "It must be the revenge of peach blossoms."

"My dear sister, what are you drawing again?" Xie Qingge ran to the desk, looking left and right.

"Brother, look, how about this "Ao Mei Ying Xue"?" Xie Qinghan stopped writing, waiting for his answer.

"It's good, it's just that the plum blossoms are not energetic, and the snow is fierce, but my sister's flowers are different."

Xie Qingge looked at her with a smile, "Brother, make fun of me again."

Xie Qinghan complained, and the two of them couldn't finish talking and amused each other.

"Master, Master..."

"What's the matter? Yelling." Xie Qingge sat there impatiently, "I don't like to hear these people are nervous and chattering all day long. '

"Master, Master is looking for you."

Xie Qingge was used to it from a young age. When he was young, he took hot springs and medicinal baths every day. When his body got better, he started making troubles everywhere, and no one could control him except Father Xie.

Coincidentally, when Xie's father was young, he liked to travel around mountains and rivers, and practiced medicine everywhere by himself. Xie Qingge followed Xie's father since he was five years old and became a small traveling doctor.

Just like that, for the sake of convenience on the road, he never brought a personal caregiver by his side. Apart from Xie Qingge, Xie's father didn't train a right-hand man.

"Father?" Xie Qingge put away his arrogant posture, looked at Xie Qinghan, and then at the servant. "What did father suddenly ask me for?"

'That smelly old man, what's your idea? '

"Brother, I heard that you came back this time with a patient?" Xie Qinghan chuckled at Yanmo.

"I brought someone back." As soon as he said this, Xie Qingge was depressed, both of his legs were swollen along the way, and Wu Yuehen didn't seem to have any intention of waking up.

"I heard that the man has been in a coma for several days and hasn't woken up yet. Why this time?"

Xie Qinghan's voice was crisp and soft, with a bit of frailty, and he felt pity when he heard it.

"Well, speaking of it, Brother Wu is also a poor man. Not only did he have a hard life and a tiring life, but it was hard for mother and child to recognize each other, but there was almost a yin and yang separation, and the white-haired man sent the black-haired man."

"I didn't expect there to be such miserable people in the world." Xie Qinghan stopped her ink grinding hands, and raised her hands to wipe away the tears she shed.

"Sister, sister, don't cry, Brother Wu will definitely get better." Xie Qingge couldn't see Xie Qinghan shed tears the most. How could he cry because he was the best and only sister in the world!

"really?"

"Brother, when did I lie to you! Okay sister, my father is looking for me at this time, he should also ask about this matter." Xie Qingge patted his sister's head, "My sister is good, I will definitely cure brother Wu, of course, and Sister you, I will have no choice but to."

Xie Qinghan wiped away tears, "Brother, don't break your word."

"No. I will go to my father now, and I will come to you later."

"Brother, go slowly."

As soon as Xie Qingge went out, he ran into Epiphyllum who came to deliver tea. Epiphyllum was holding a plate and bowed his head in salute.

Xie Qinghan took the brush and filled in a few more strokes on the painting, "Miss."

"Miss' 'Ao Mei' has already perfected it."

"Brothers are back, so they are naturally more diligent." Xie Qinghan picked up the painting expressionlessly, looked left and right, and compared it with "Aoxue Yingmei" on the wall.

Epiphyllum smiled knowingly, "This painting was painted by the young master when it first bloomed in Meilin a few years ago.

Speaking of which, there are no plum blossoms in Houshan, and when the young master came back, he planted that plum forest for some reason. "

……

"Sister, sister, see what good things I brought you."

It was still a severe winter outside, Xie Qingge broke into Xie Qinghan's study excitedly, except for the hot spring and bamboo forest, only the study was where she stayed the most.

Xie Qinghan copied the calligraphy and painting without raising her head, "It's winter, can my brother conjure a flower for me?"

Winter is the day that belongs to Xie Qinghan, all life is deprived, just like her, trapped in this corner of the world, lifeless.

"It's just a flower." Excited, Xie Qingge took out a plum blossom from the cloak that he hadn't taken off yet. It was a red plum blossom, and it was so delicate and charming amidst the confused paleness.

"What kind of flower is this?" It's so beautiful, how can there be flowers in this winter?Xie Qinghan suddenly felt sad, "In the world, I am the only one who was forgotten. '

"The name of this flower is plum," Xie Qingge proudly introduced, "There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han blooms alone. I know it's not snow, but only the faint fragrance. It's this kind of flower."

Seeing the complex emotions in Xie Qinghan's eyes, Xie Qingge ordered someone to bring a white porcelain vase and put the plum in it.

"Sister, plum blossoms are not afraid of the cold and bloom proudly in the snow. In my heart, they are like my sister."

Xie Qinghan supported his shoulders in pain. After the spring of that year, Xie Qingge personally supervised and ordered someone to plant the plum grove in the back mountain.