"Master Zimu, the prince has ordered that you and Xiao Zhuzi are not allowed to go out."
The boy guarding Su Zimu's door stretched out his hand to stop Su Zimu.
Su Zi's little face was looking up, and she said: "Brother, I have to go see my master. Just let me go out. My master is alone. I'm afraid that no one will find out if something happens to him."
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The servant couldn't resist Su Zimu's pleas, but he would not disobey Ping An's instructions, "I sent someone to see where your master is?"
Su Zimu shook his head, "No, I have to go by myself, otherwise you can ask Brother Ping An for me. Brother Ping An will definitely agree to let me go. My master's status is very unusual. He is my master."
The boy shook his head and said, "Ping'an is very busy right now, so you go to bed first and I'll report back to you early tomorrow morning."
Su Zimu burst into tears and sat down on the ground, wailing like a little rogue, crying at the top of his lungs, "Master, my master, my hard-working master...
..."
The boy next to me:......
You're crying as if something has happened to your master!
Xiao Zhuzi stood beside him with his forehead held on his forehead. If his toes were not hidden in his shoes, he could clearly be seen buckling a San Gong Liu Yuan.
It was not enough for Su Zimu to cry himself. After crying twice, he pulled a handful of bamboo and winked at others: "You are crying."
In a blink of an eye.
With a paralyzed face, Xiao Zhuzi's whole body was stiff, and his throat became even more stiff as he let out monosyllable whine, monosyllable whine, monosyllable whine... just like a chicken whose throat was pinched and only produced one note at a time.
The boy next to me:......
One head has twenty heads, so I have no choice but to call for peace.
Ping An was as busy as a dog all night. As soon as he sat down, before he could sit firmly, he was told, "Young Master Zimu is crying so much that he must go find his master at this time."
Ping An's head was buzzing and his brain ached.
He rubbed his eyebrows and said, "Who is crying? Zimu?"
When did Su Zimu cry like a spoiled brat?
He waved his hand and said safely: "Let Xiao Zhuzi coax him and let him sleep quickly."
"Little Bamboo is crying too."
Ping An's hand shaking as he picked up the tea cup looked at the person who was coming forward with a look of astonishment on his face, "Who is crying? Xiao Zhuzi?"
The small bamboo looks like an iron lump. Is this something that can cry?
I didn't drink the tea after all.
When they passed safely, Su Zimu was still sitting on the ground crying. Xiao Zhuzi was crying one by one as if he had been kidnapped.
When he saw peace, Xiao Zhuzi felt as if the suffering people had seen the living Guanyin, and his eyes were filled with pious light.
Ping An frowned and stepped forward, "What's going on?"
Su Zimu jumped up and rushed over to hug Ping An's leg, "Brother Ping An, I have something very important to tell you."
Ping An bent down and picked him up, lifted his buttocks, and held him in his arms, "What is it that makes you cry like this?"
Su Zimu put his soft lips next to Ping An's ear and whispered: "I heard that there is a case of scarlet fever in the house, and my master seems to have a prescription."
Ping An raised his eyebrows.
He had ordered not to spread rumors about the presence of gorilla fever in the house, but some bastard actually told Su Zimu!
In addition, Su Zimu's master is the man who lives in the alley. He went to see him and he was very similar to the prince-in-law.
Does he have a recipe?
Su Zimu stepped away a little and nodded heavily towards Ping An, "Take me to see my master. Anyway, you have no other way to cure this disease now. Go and try it, okay? Brother Ping An, please, Brother Ping An~"
Su Zimu acted coquettishly again.
I just thought about peace for a moment.
Su Zimu said something that touched him. There was no other way to cure this disease anyway.
"good."
Ping An responded in one breath.
But how many pairs of eyes outside are staring at the eldest princess's mansion now. It is definitely not possible for people from Duke Ning's mansion, people from other aristocratic families, and people from the emperor to just go there directly.
A dozen people were sent to drive a carriage out of the house every half-quarter of an hour. Ping An, Su Zimu and Xiao Zhuzi were mixed in these carriages, and took advantage of the darkness to go straight to Master Su Zimu.
In the middle of the night, they came to visit unexpectedly. They didn't knock on the door, but climbed over the wall and went directly into the courtyard.
Ping An's kung fu was good, he put Xiao Zhuzi and Su Zimu under his arms, jumped up, and went in with a swish.
At this moment of peace, there was almost no sound. The moment they landed, there was a rustling sound in the room, followed by a shout from inside the room, "Who?"
Be vigilant.
Ping An's eyes suddenly turned cold and he looked into the room. Such vigilance and ear perception were not something ordinary people could achieve.
Su Zimu immediately broke free from Ping An's arm, ran towards the house with his calves, "Master, it's me, I, Zimu."
There was silence in the room for a moment, and then the lights came on.
A man who looked very similar to Xiao Jiyuan came out wearing only sleeping clothes and an outer robe, and bumped into Su Zimu in the outer room.
The tears on Su Zimu's eyes were still there. They were very obvious and could be seen at a glance. The man suddenly asked anxiously: "What's going on? What happened? Why are you crying like this?"
Xiao Zhuzi and Ping An followed closely behind.
Ping An cupped his fists and saluted, "I'm really sorry for disturbing you late at night."
Su Zimu was not so polite. He hugged the man's leg and swayed, "Master, my sister has contracted the fever. Do you know how to save her?"
The man's eyelids twitched and his face turned solemn, "Sangillary fever?"
Su Zimu nodded heavily.
The man looked at Ping An.
"Yes." Ping An's voice was dull, filled with unspeakable discomfort. He paused and then added, "We may have already been sick, so... there is also the possibility of infecting you now."
The man rubbed Su Zimu's hair and said to Ping An: "I don't know if Zimu told you, I, I have lost my memory. I can't remember who I am or what happened before, but...
..Maybe it’s just a coincidence, but I know a cure for scarlet fever.”
Ping An couldn't tell how he was feeling at this time.
I just felt that the root of my nose suddenly became sore and my eyes suddenly became astringent.
He really wanted to cry.
After suffering all night, he now wanted to rush over, pick this person up and spin him around twice.
"Really?" His voice trembled as soon as he spoke.
The man said: "But the prescription is not here with me. I, I just know that there is such a thing, and I don't remember the content of the prescription. I only know that there is a pharmacy in Qianzhou, and the surname of the shopkeeper is
Sue, he has a cure for scarlet fever."
Ping An almost thought he was hallucinating.
Qianzhou.
drug store.
The last name is Su!
Isn't this Su Luo's father?
Looking at the man in disbelief, Ping An said: "You have lost your memory? But you remember this?"
It’s not that I’m safe and suspicious, it’s that it’s really hard not to be suspicious.