Two days later, a letter was delivered to Ming Wuyou.
Ming Wuyou only glanced at the envelope and raised his eyebrows: "It was written by Master Yun himself."
"I'm probably here to care about the young lady's injury," Caiyue guessed.
"I don't think so." Ming Wuyou said slowly and opened the letter.
Caiyue frowned: "If you don't care about the young lady's injury, what else could it be?!"
Ming Wuyou treated Yunzi's eyes regularly, which was originally acupuncture once every three days. Naturally, he couldn't do acupuncture because he was ill in bed. It was just for his own eyes, so it was reasonable for him to write a letter of concern.
Ming Wuyou had already read the letter and said, "Go and prepare. Mr. Yun will be here in the afternoon."
"Let me just say -" Caiyue said with a smile, "I must be concerned about Miss's injury."
Ming Wuyou's face was pale, and the corners of his lips twitched slightly.
Yun Ziheng is a cold-tempered person who never goes to the Three Treasures Hall for anything.
He was concerned about her injury, so he could just write a letter of greetings, send medicine and things, and there was no need to come to visit her.
After all, their current relationship isn't that deep yet.
Could it be that Yun Ziheng was allowed to move his master to the Ming family because of Fu Rou?
Maybe... Yun Ziheng still wants to find out about her mother.
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In the afternoon, Yun Ziheng came as expected.
Because he was a male guest, the old man went to the living room to meet him in person, and then someone invited Ming Wuyou to the living room.
Yun Ziheng was wearing a light blue robe, and his eyes were covered with light blue silk. When he heard the footsteps at the door of the living room, he turned his eyes and looked there, and saw Ming Wuyou, wearing a lavender long gauze fall skirt, walking slowly.
Come in.
Mr. Ming stepped forward with a cane: "Wouyou'er, walk slower and pull the wound carefully."
"Grandpa, that's an exaggeration." Ming Wuyou smiled and held the old man's arm, "Wouyou is not a porcelain doll. How can he get injured while walking? The wounds are all scabbed, I'm fine."
Mr. Ming frowned: "You have to be careful, but when you see blood and such a big wound, Grandpa is frightened just thinking about it."
"Okay, okay!" Ming Wuyou smiled helplessly: "I'll walk slower!"
After sitting down, Ming Wuyou turned to Yun Ziheng: "I haven't been feeling well these past few days, and I haven't been able to do acupuncture with the young master. How do the young master's eyes feel now?"
"It's very good." Yun Ziheng said: "Your health is important. Once you have rested, it won't be too late for us to continue treatment."
"I brought some supplements and medicinal materials, hope you will accept them."
After saying this, Qingyun led people to place the gifts in the hall.
The three of them talked for a while in the hall, and when it was time to take medicine, Mr. Ming left temporarily.
Yun Ziheng slowly sipped the fragrant tea and said quietly: "To be honest, I came to see the girl today not only to visit the girl, but also for another reason."
"It's for Fu Rou."
Ming Wuyou said simply: "For the smell of her body?"
"good."
"I don't like her, and I don't want to care about her life or death." Ming Wuyou said, "Mr. Yun, you should have known my attitude towards her."
"Know."
Yun Ziheng put down the teacup and raised his eyes to look at Ming Wuyou, "She has almost collapsed now because of the smell -"
"So, you were worried about her collapse, so you came to me for help?!" Ming Wuyou's eyes were slightly cold.
She really didn't care about Yun Zimo facing Fu Rou, because Yun Zimo was just a stranger whose name she had heard, and she had never regarded him as her brother.
But Yun Ziheng is different!
In her previous life, she had a close friendship with Yun Ziheng and called him Brother Yun. Later, when she learned his true life experience, she felt a little closer to him.
But now Yun Ziheng is interceding for Fu Rou?!
"no."
Yun Ziheng said: "I'm not worried about her, I just think that she has a lot of Ming family property, and she didn't get it through any bright means. This is an opportunity."
Ming Wuyou was startled for a moment.
Yun Ziheng smiled lightly and said, "You are a very smart girl, you must understand what I mean."
Of course Ming Wuyou understands.
And this has always been the plan.
She pursed her lips, thinking that she had wronged him just now, her tone was still very bad, and her expression was a little sarcastic, "Since you are here, can I help you look at your eyes?"
"good."
Yun Ziheng walked to the chair next to Ming Wuyou and sat down.
Ming Wuyou stood up, untied the blindfold, and while checking his eyes, asked: "Have you used eye drops to clean your eyes recently?"
"Yes." Yun Ziheng replied: "Qingyun helped me, but he is clumsy."
Qingyun, who was standing outside, touched his nose.
Didn't he accidentally drip a little too much? He was called stupid, but he didn't mean it!
Ming Wuyou frowned and said, "Have you brought it?"
"Yes." Yun Ziheng took out the celadon bottle, "I always carry it with me."
"Let me clean it up for you, Caiyue, go and get my needle bag." Ming Wuyou ordered, opened the celadon bottle, and carefully dropped the concoction into Yun Ziheng's eyes.
"You——" Yun Ziheng was about to speak.
Ming Wuyou said: "Don't talk yet."
Yun Ziheng had no choice but to shut up.
The concoction was dripped into the eyes, causing slight discomfort.
Yun Ziheng closed his eyes and felt Ming Wuyou move away a little, and then he said what he had not said just now: "Miss Ming, acupuncture is a waste of time. Your injury is not healed yet, so let's forget it for today."
"fine."
Ming Wuyou said calmly: "I just have a flesh injury, it won't affect the acupuncture. Or - are you afraid that I made a mistake and inserted the wrong acupuncture point?"
Yun Ziheng smiled lightly: "How could the girl get the wrong acupuncture point? If the girl's body allows it, then let's use acupuncture."
After a while, Ming Wuyou cleaned Yun Ziheng's eyes, then took out golden needles and started acupuncture.
When Mr. Ming came back from taking the medicine, he happened to see Ming Wuyou's hand gently pressing Yun Ziheng's forehead. The acupuncture was so close that it was obviously the relationship between the doctor and the patient.
But because Yun Ziheng and Ming Wuyou are really good-looking, standing there they look as eye-catching as a golden boy.
Mr. Ming touched his chin thoughtfully and did not go in to disturb him. Instead, he turned around and left.
After the acupuncture, Yun Ziheng thanked Ming Wuyou and said, "It seems that Miss Ming's injury is not serious. So, in three days, can I come to Ming's house for eye treatment?"
"Okay." Ming Wuyou nodded, "I agree to Fu Rou's matter, but you let her find me by herself and wait for me at Baishan Hall. She is not allowed to come to Ming's house."
"Um."
Yun Ziheng stood up and cupped his hands towards Ming Wuyou: "Well, Miss Ming, let's meet again in three days!"
Here, Yun Ziheng left, and Uncle Zhong came to invite Ming Wuyou over, saying that the old man wanted to talk to her.
Of course Ming Wuyou was happy to accompany his grandfather, and went to the old man's Fushouyuan in a happy mood.
After entering, the old man smiled lovingly and asked softly: "So Mr. Yun is gone?"