On the way from Nangaofeng to Dali Temple, a luxurious carriage led by two red horses came winding. A servant in green and two escorts in black were riding on the carriage.

Jia Zixian looked out curiously and excitedly, raising the green silk car curtain, and chattering from time to time.

It has been almost two months since he left the house last time. He spent most of his time lying on the couch and dazed. He finally recovered a lot in the past few days, but he still missed the most lively time of Xianghui Day.

Just now, he was so cruel that he even threatened his mother with no medicine to threaten her. Mrs. Changyi finally had to call out the most trusted guard to accompany her beloved son.

Zhao Chong fantasized about the time when Mrs. Changyi looked up and down, left and right outside the Qingfang Pavilion in the East Courtyard, and her vigilant and helpless expression made her feel a little sigh.

The ladies in Pingzhang's mansion were quite loving and caring for their children, just like the wife of Liu County who treated Jia Zijing with all her strength.

Unfortunately, in a wealthy family, he only has the upbringing of his mother, but lacks the role of his father as an honest and courageous role model. Obviously, most of the young men raised can't escape the dandy and robe.

Fortunately, the only two grandchildren of the Jia family have not gone too far, and the child can still be educated!

"What disease does the young master suffer from? How can it not be cured for a long time?" Zhao Chonghuan pretended not to understand and asked A Qiao who was accompanying him quietly.

A Qiao couldn't help but sigh, "The doctors can't explain it clearly! Some say it's Chen Di's stagnation, some say it's caused by stubborn phlegm and blood stasis, but once you take the medicine, you don't get better! It always seems to have recovered, but it happens again in less than a month or two! Our young master still has to suffer such pain in such a urination, which is really pitiful!"

"Okay, A Qiao! You're very nagging! Am I okay?"

Little Luzhuzi was afraid that Zhao Chonghuan would be afraid of his strange disease and would not take him to catch ghosts.

Zhao Chonghuan's eyes were calm and he stared at the awkward and defensive expression of Xiaowa, and then said, "Young Master, are you willing to take a pulse for a while?"

Jia Zixian was suddenly strange: "Do you still understand the art of Qihuang?"

"Slightly understand!"

"Then tell me, those old doctors are old. Every time they talk a lot, they are talking nonsense! Even Old Man Qiu in the palace! I really don't know how they were doing it? I blame me for not having a disease that can make them see better! A group of old men, who were unable to see a disease, were not beaten to death!" Xiaowa said angrily.

Zhao Chonghuan and A Qiao couldn't help but laugh.

"We young masters were driven crazy by those old doctors!" A Qiao smiled.

Zhao Chonghuan held Jia Zixian's thick and rolling little arm in his hand. The arm was fair and white, as if it was a lotus root.

"Ugly monster, why do you have good-looking hands? Why is your face so ugly?" Xiaowa took his pulse honestly, but he opened his mouth but was not idle.

Zhao Chonghuan carefully rated the little baby's pulse and said, "I have never seen my own parents since I was a child. I really don't know how they cut corners when they created me! When I have the chance to meet them, I will definitely ask you carefully before answering you!"

"You have no father or mother?"

The little kid suddenly felt sympathy, and A Qiao also looked regretful.

Zhao Chonghuan raised his eyebrows slightly and nodded casually.

"Then I won't bully you anymore! I won't call you ugly anymore!" Jia Zixian immediately turned to justice and became more wise.

Zhao Chonghuan lowered his eyes and smiled: "Then I thanked the young master!"

"What are your names? Or I'll call you Brother Zhao too!" Jia Zixian thought of the name Mrs. Liujun called him.

"I'm Zhao Chonghuan! As for how to call him, the young master is just a good word! It's just a title!"

"No, I want to call you Brother Zhao seriously. If anyone dares to call you ugly again, I will let me Ah Weng put him in prison!"

OK OK OK OK OK OK OK Your young master will be happy! No one in the Song Dynasty knows your reputation! Zhao Chonghuan muttered in his heart.

She smiled quietly and saw the baby's incense stick for most of the time, and then asked about some daily symptoms and daily eating habits. After she frowned slightly, her eyebrows couldn't help but feel a little strange.

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Chapter completed!