On December 16th, the first heavy snow fell on half of Dongshang, and Ningcheng was completely white.【】
This small town located at the foot of Baishan Mountain is just like its name. It has blue bricks and plain tiles with white snow and red plums. It makes people feel peaceful and peaceful as soon as they go up. There is a plum forest on the hillside to the west of the town, with a large red plum forest.
Large tracts of plum blossoms, because the terrain is high, the whole town is enveloped in a faint and elegant fragrance when the wind blows.
I know from a distance that it is not snow, only a faint fragrance.
Zhong Qingye wore a crimson soft fur brocade cloak with a hood that was buckled on his head. Only his brocade-like long hair was brushed down from his right shoulder. He slowly walked quietly on the white snow along the bluestone road of the small town.
, far past, as quiet as being independent from the world.
She rarely went out of the mountains. If the heavy snowfall last night hadn't made her feel itchy, and Feng Jin also had to go out to prepare medicinal materials, she wouldn't have had the chance to stroll around the small town so leisurely.
Snowy days are always gloomy, in stark contrast to the dazzling white snow. Zhong Qingye is wrapped up tightly. Not only is he wearing a thick fur cloak, but he also has white fox fur handbags on his hands and boots on his feet.
They are made of animal hair boots with three layers of padding. Even if they step directly into the water, they will not be water-permeable.
Even so, the cold was still everywhere, and the palms of my hands were so cold that there was no warmth at all.
After walking for a while, he felt the chill growing more and more. Zhong Qingye stopped, coughed a few times, and looked around. He happened to see an old man selling charcoal on the roadside, so he walked over and asked where there was a pharmacy nearby.
The old man was nearly seventy years old, and his cloudy eyes were round and stared at her for a long time. This shocked look almost made Zhong Qingye think there was something dirty on his face. He asked two or three times in a row before the old man came to his senses.
, and touched his goatee sheepishly.
"I'm sorry, little girl. In all my years of living, this is the first time I saw a girl as beautiful as you in this small town. I thought it was a fairy who had descended to earth, and I was stunned for a moment."
Zhong Qingye smiled indifferently and repeated it again. The old man showed her the way. Zhong Qingye thanked her and went in the direction he said.
The old man, who was over sixty years old, sat on his little stool and stared blankly at his crimson figure as he walked away. He twirled his goatee and said to himself: "I must tell that old woman when I get back. She keeps saying this."
There are no fairies in the world..."
Zhong Qingye, who had already walked far away, twitched her ears, and the corners of her mouth curved up slightly. She was about to smile, but unexpectedly a cough burst out of her mouth, causing her to have to take her hand out of her hand and cover it.
mouth.
After turning a few corners, he saw the signboard of Renhetang that the old man mentioned. Zhong Qingye smiled, walked over quickly, went up the steps and stamped his feet vigorously. He lowered his head and shook off all the snow flakes on his long-haired boots.
A man dressed as a waiter walked out quickly. His round little face wearing a round felt hat was flushed red from the heat or the cold, coupled with an attentive yet eager smile, which looked very impressive.
Feeling of joy.
"Hey, Sir, where did you come from? Look at the snow flakes all over you..." As he said this, he came forward to help her pat it. Zhong Qingye raised his head and smiled: "No need."
The waiter was obviously startled, and his hand got stuck halfway when he reached it. He looked at Zhong Qingye's face blankly, his mouth slightly opened, and he couldn't recover for a long time.
Zhong Qingye reached out and touched his face, wondering: "Is there something on my face?" Before he finished speaking, several low-pitched coughs rushed out of his throat.
The waiter's cheeks turned red inexplicably, and he turned sideways and stammered: "No... no, come on, come on, fairy lady, please come in... I'll... I'll call the doctor right away..."
Fairy aunt? Zhong Qingye couldn't help but want to laugh, but her coughing became more intense. She covered her mouth while laughing and coughing. The waiter didn't dare to do more. After leading her in, he hurriedly shouted into the inner room: "Doctor Li!
Doctor Li, please come out quickly, a patient is here."
"I'm not...ahem..." Zhong Qingye was startled. He was about to say that he was just here to find medicine for Feng Jin, not a doctor. Before he could finish his words, he was replaced by a cough. He probably went down the mountain today.
Because the weather was too cold here, although she would cough when she was in the valley, it was not as severe as today and she couldn't even speak clearly.
"What's wrong? What's wrong? You're shouting so urgently..." An elderly man in his fifties hurriedly opened the curtain of the inner room and walked out, glancing at the waiter. "Where is the patient? Please come in quickly."
The waiter turned to Zhong Qingye with a blushing face. Seeing that she was coughing badly, he hurriedly said: "Xiangu, please go in and have a look. If you cough so badly, don't hurt your throat... Don't worry, our Li
The doctor's medical skills are notoriously good. Once you apply the medicine, I will keep it safe for you until the disease is cured..."
As he spoke, he impatiently led Zhong Qingye inside. Poor Zhong Qingye couldn't even speak, and his face turned slightly red after coughing. However, he was led into the inner room by him. Doctor Li hurriedly asked her to come in.
He sat down by the fire and sat opposite.
The stove was warm, and the temperature inside the room was much higher than outside. Strangely enough, after a while, her coughing gradually stopped.
Dr. Li had gray hair and a kind-hearted look. He took out a cowhide leather pulse diagnosis bag and placed it on the small table. He said with a smile: "The girl is so beautiful, and her temperament is extraordinary. No wonder I, a bastard, look like a fairy."
It's so hot."
The waiter standing aside turned even redder and turned his head away.
Every woman doesn't like to be complimented, and Zhong Qingye is no exception. He smiled and said, "Young Master has over-complied me. Also, I'm just here for medicine, not for illness. I'm sorry to trouble you."
She was about to stand up as she spoke, but Doctor Li stopped her in a hurry. "Girl, don't leave in a hurry. You're coughing so badly. Maybe there's something wrong with your internal organs. Can I give you treatment?"
Zhong Qingye is a little funny. Her body is diagnosed by experts like Feng Jin every day. If there is something wrong with her internal organs, will Feng Jin not be able to get rid of it?
However, with the wind blowing outside, she thought that nothing happened anyway, so she sat down by the stove, warmed herself while putting her wrist on the pulse diagnosis bag, and said casually: "Old doctor, please do as you please."
Doctor Li nodded, hurriedly sat down, and gently felt her pulse. As soon as he touched her pulse, his expression suddenly changed...
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