Liu Ruhai seemed to be aware of it and glanced at Baifu, who quickly lowered his head.
"Under the great reputation, there are no empty ones." Liu Ruhai sighed inwardly.
He was 50% sure that Cao Xiwan was a useless person.
But his two men were still suppressed by the aura of the Qingluo female ghost.
She was indeed too calm.
Early morning, light rain.
He held an umbrella and went to see a doctor. He saw his neighbor's courtyard door creaking. She put on a yellow bamboo hat and a green coir raincoat and went out at the same time as him.
He must be heading towards Maoji Tea Shop in the direction of Qingliangmen, he thought.
"Ms. Cao, have you found the doctor?"
"...Not yet." She held her breath.
It's not like she couldn't find him. She saw at least five or six doctors at the Mao's tea stall, and she wasn't picky. She didn't need to be better than Liu Ruhai, but she couldn't be much worse than Dr. Feng from Huichun Hall, right?
Rain falls on the black eaves in the alley, and autumn and winter are cold and wet.
Liu Ruhai's sparse eyebrows stretched across the edge of the umbrella, walking side by side with her, he smiled: "Xiaosheng, I am alone in the capital now, and I don't have a reliable employer yet."
"You can open your own shop." She has thought about it seventeen or eight times in her mind. Now he visits the doctor every day, and sometimes dares to charge two hundred taels for one visit, killing the powerful people in the capital like fools. It is enough for him to open a shop with his own money.
of.
"In the art of medicine, if you don't advance, you will retreat. The affairs of running a shop are complicated and complicated, and a young man can't take care of them alone."
She glanced at him: "Work for me?"
He raised his eyebrows: "We agreed on twenty-eight."
She turned around and left, and when she got out of the alley, he smiled and sighed: "Why do you have to do this, madam? A young man with medical skills is not worth even 20% of his stock in the eyes of madam?"
She walked faster. He couldn't help but laugh.
In the light rain, there are shards of early winter frost falling on the eaves of the long street, with little white awns.
He closed his umbrella, took the green donkey from the waiter at the entrance of the alley, put on a green oil coat to protect him from the rain, and walked leisurely.
The luan bell rang, and when he saw her back walking along the river, he urged the donkey to get closer and closer.
"Ms. Cao——" he called with a smile, "are you traveling with us?"
She was parked at the pier by the river, looked back at him, jumped into the boat and walked away with the current.
He was riding a donkey on the shore, and she was in the green-sailed boat, picking up a yellow bamboo hat and squatting in front of the cabin to watch the rain, and the sky was filled with silver threads.
Occasionally she would look at the shore, where the crowds were swarming, but the first thing she saw would always be the ink painting of distant mountains and the green shirt of a donkey. He was no different from ordinary people by the Qinhuai River, and his whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of mist.
The poem is like painting, like crying and complaining.
When he turned his head to look at her, there was a smile on his lips and a flirty brow.
I wonder if Zhan Baidao had the same mood as her when he held an umbrella on the bow of the boat to watch the rain and saw her on the shore.
Micro swifts fly together.
It's a pity it's not spring time.
We met by fate and walked together for a long time, but in the end we were not the people we were supposed to be.
The scenery in front of me changed. Qingliang Mountain beside the river was a hill. In the city of Jinling, it was especially green in winter.
At the fork in the road, he ended up going opposite directions from her to the north and south, each going his own way. She went to Mao's stall, while he went to Wang Laodang's in-law Lei Li's home for a follow-up consultation.
She turned back and looked at him quietly for a while. When the donkey entered the crowd, she finally lowered the boat curtain.
When he turned back, he only saw silver mist and the green curtain of the boat.
He sighed slightly.
In the end, I couldn't see through her, but her figure always lingered in my heart, like the cold rain in the sky falling on the green sleeves.
In the poem, it is said that the clothes are wet, but for him, it is not about the spring sun or the apricot blossoms.
She was in the cabin and asked the boat lady: "Is there any news?"
"Madam Huiqing, the new wife's father's illness is an epidemic in our prison. It is not poisoning. There is no inside story."
She pondered, because something went wrong with the Xiaoling Emperor's tree, and Lei Li was imprisoned in the Jinyiwei Prison.
It is impossible to make mistakes in investigating his condition.
Liu Ruhai, on the other hand, arrived at Lei Li's house, knocked on the door, and was respectfully welcomed by his family for a follow-up consultation. When he entered the inner room, he saw that the patient was getting better and better. The family thanked the doctor again and again. He calmly sat by the bed and felt his pulse attentively.
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This disease is just a result of suffering a lot in Jinyi Guard Prison and catching some wind and cold.
It doesn’t seem like there is cadaver poisoning at the imperial tomb construction site.
"Take three more copies of this recipe and it will be fine."
"Excuse me, Doctor Liu."
"Don't dare."
He collected the consultation fee and rode back on his donkey. Unknowingly, he suddenly saw the figure of Cao Xiwan.
It turned out that he had gone around to Maoji in Qingliangmen and passed by the street. He saw her boat parked at the pier. A fat woman was sitting at the tea stall, and she led an old man in a long gown into the back room.
He should be the sitting doctor?
She came out to greet her and seemed to be quite polite. Liu Ruhai recognized that this old man looked like a doctor in the capital who was as famous as Dr. Feng of Huichun Hall. Inadvertently, his eyes met hers, and when he was about to nod with a smile, her expression changed.
.Before she got angry, he laughed and drove the donkey past the street, rushing to the next doctor.
These days, he and she lived side by side, day and night, rain or shine, and he was only 50% sure whether she was a useless person or not.
Not to mention others?
And Shi Mingniang, the only one who knows the truth, is recuperating in seclusion again.
Another night.
Liu Ruhai discovered that everything at home seemed to be normal, but in fact it had been turned upside down.
He sat down with a smile.
Li Shishan whispered: "Fanzi is here."
He smiled. Naturally, she was dissatisfied with him following her and was deliberately retaliating.
As soon as the shadow moved, a young eunuch came up with a pot to add tea to him.
He then asked: "The introduction of me to Feng's house to treat Mrs. Shi has not been completed yet?"
The young eunuch Baifu served the tea, squatted and stirred up the charcoal basin in which the fire was buried, and whispered: "Back to the manager, I heard that the female official in front of Princess Dai has been asking Mrs. Shi to recuperate. Mrs. Shi declined twice.
But I’m afraid that after a while, if the princess personally sends a message, she will follow the trend and move into the palace.”
Liu Ruhai raised his eyebrows slightly, put down the hot tea, and said with a smile: "Well done."
Shi Mingniang lives alone in a small building, so it is difficult for him to enter through the door. On the contrary, if she lives in the palace, it will not be difficult for him to enter and exit the prince's palace.
There is an oil lamp in the house, and there are shadows everywhere.
Outside the courtyard, another Jin Yiwei fanzi passed by on patrol, and the cry of "Everything is safe and sound" echoed in the neighborhoods in front and behind the Nankang Hou Mansion.
The neighbor Cao's family had turned off the lights and gone to bed, but he knew that the daughter of the Cao family who lived in the wing room still liked to mutter about chanting Buddha's name in the middle of the night. He didn't know whether she was missing someone in the mist of the ancient Buddha in Qingdeng, or her.
Feeling sad that the prosperity of the past ten years has come to an end, the dream of spring is gone.