Wenxue hurried up the steps and told Mother Chen the news about the study outside the second door.
"Master Marquis arranges for a doctor?"
"Yes, I heard that I was diagnosing Madam Cao's pulse. Mom, do you want..." Wen Xue said with a hint of uneasiness.
Mother Chen thought for a while, she could tell whether Cao Xiwan was pregnant or not. Since it didn't happen, she didn't want to embarrass Qing Luo, but she realized that she couldn't hide it, so she entered the east wing.
"Ask Xue, what's the matter?" Mrs. Hou took her lunch break, lazily pulling up her hair in a bun and leaning on the short couch.
"It's in the study outside the front..." She listened and told Mrs. Hou truthfully. Unexpectedly, Lou Shuluan's expression did not change, but he sat up from the short couch and asked:
"Mother Chen, are you the one who collected the prescriptions I used to take care of my body? The few prescriptions I use every year?"
"I'm keeping it." Mother Chen was startled, covering her clothes with her hands, and replied, "Don't worry, madam, it's in the box."
"Take it out. The Marquis mentioned the day before yesterday that there is a good female doctor in Ping Nanbo's house. His surname is Liu. The second wife also said that he is a young Mr. Shoushi. I think it is him?"
"Maybe..."
"The second master took a piece of medicine and his food accumulation was cured. Even the old problem of rheumatism in the past was treated and injected with acupuncture. I heard that he slept much more peacefully at night. The second wife praised him without hesitation. She said that since he had this problem
I'm afraid that the medical skills of women are better, so I should ask a female family member in the house to try it."
Mother Chen speculated that the wife had originally thought that the old aunt must be asking for a pulse. Unexpectedly, Cao Xiwan was the first to take the lead.
"The old lady said, let me also ask for a safe pulse. Mom, I think the Marquis also wants to have a legitimate son as soon as possible."
Mother Chen supported Mrs. Hou and walked back to the inner room. Mrs. Hou was sitting in front of the dressing table. Mrs. Hou's smile was reflected in the mirror: "Chengming, he has been waiting for me to enter the house."
Mother Chen finally understood why her wife suddenly changed her attitude last time and gave Cao Xiwan a job to manage several shops. So it was Mr. Hou who said such personal words?
Mother Chen couldn't help but feel happy for Mrs. Hou.
If not for the affection between Lord Marquis and Madam Hou, how could they have waited until they were now a first-grade Madam Hou?
General Lou's mansion is also rich and noble, but he has no title.
Think about it again, Doctor Feng is a rare famous doctor for children. Both the Marquis and his wife are eager to have a legitimate son to inherit the title. Doctor Feng must not be let go.
Mother Chen could only sigh secretly.
She still had to tell Qing Luo that Dr. Feng was not allowed to give in.
The wife in the main room was busy discussing with her confidant mother to hire a female pulse doctor.
In the study room outside, Cao Xiwan asked Lien Er, the manager, to take the lead and ask Mr. Liu, who had a good female pulse, to diagnose her pulse. Naturally, she wanted to do it in front of the Marquis and avoid the Marquis from suspecting her.
However, she noticed that Liu Ruhai spent more time than usual.
In the east corner, the heated kang is facing the carved lattice window, and the snow light shines in, with a faint golden light.
On the Kang table, there was a piece of leftover tea and a piece of chess.
Before she sat down, she pushed the ebony chessboard inlaid with silver. Seeing that there was a small rattan box under the kang table that she had not taken away, she pulled it out and opened it. There were some scattered small items inside.
She took out a plain silver box, which contained a few unused red plum-flavored cakes from the previous year, and threw them into the small porcelain incense pot on the window sill.
The curling smoke seems to be invisible in the sunshine through the snowy window.
Qin Meng also likes this red plum cake? There is a slight dust accumulation in the pot.
But upon closer inspection, Qin Meng burned sandalwood in front of the Buddha. He must have been curious about the plum-flavored cake and tried a piece.
He was a lay disciple in the temple, so this preference was natural. She nodded, thinking that when Qin Meng came, he would play chess and chat with the Marquis like her, but unexpectedly, he disappeared.
On the chessboard was the last game she played with the Marquis.
Liu Ruhai opened the medicine box and rested her wrist on the mother-of-pearl black lacquer kang table. Under her wrist was the black velvet pulse pillow she brought in the medicine box.
He sat across from her, frowning slightly, and placed two slender white fingers on her veins.
Dong——dong——, she heard the slow beating of her pulse.
Marquis Nankang stood up from his chair, walked over, and stood aside with his hands behind his hands. He seemed to be aware of it.
It takes too long to check the pulse.
She thought it was twice as long as when she came to seek medical treatment.
Liu Ruhai suddenly opened his eyes and stared at her: "Ms. Cao, I'm offended. Please take a look at the coating on your tongue."
She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue.
He looked at it carefully: "Okay." He stood up again and said, "Master Marquis, the student also wants to take a look at Madam Cao's fingertips."
Song Chengming was slightly startled, glanced at Cao Xiwan, and she nodded. Song Chengming said: "Please."
She stretched out her fingers and spread them apart. After being raised at home for these days, her fingers were as smooth as green onion roots. She had also looked carefully at home and found that there were no poisonous changes in her fingernails or skin.
Liu Ruhai was different. He opened the medicine box and took out a small box: "This is the medicine. Just apply it and it will dry. It's okay."
She looked at it suspiciously, but nodded anyway.
There is Lord Marquis in the house, Qin Meng on the roof, and Granny Song hidden by the bookshelf in the corner.
If he dares to mess around, he will die.
The cool potion was applied to the fingertips of her ten fingers, and after a quarter of the baking time, Liu Ruhai used a silver clip to twist her fingers and looked carefully at them one by one. There was no change in the nails, and then
, the liquid is applied in the gaps between the fingers, and there is no obvious change in the skin.
"Huh." She was surprised. Between her middle finger and index finger, there was a blue crescent moon like silk thread.
Mr. Hou also looked over: "This is it?"
"Ms. Cao, have you ever taken Biying Palace's secret medicine - Ghost Seeing Sorrow?"
"...Yes." She was surprised.
“Fight fire with fire?”
"……right."
"Usually eat more ginseng slices and squeeze them. It will be fine in two years."
She couldn't help but admire her. Song Chengming smiled and said: "The imperial doctor didn't notice the good medical skills. The master of Chengfu Temple only said that she had been poisoned by the poisonous powder of the Baizhan Blood Sword, and suppressed it with strange poisons. No matter how much she did,
But I can't tell. Liancheng, bring the three ginseng plants you got this time and give them to Xiaowan."
"Yes, Lord Marquis." Liancheng turned around and went to get old ginseng from the storehouse.
She thought about how expensive old ginseng was. Although she brought a jar of ginseng slices as a snack, it was certainly not too much.
She looked at Liu Ruhai. Did he and her mother talk about the ginseng slices?
After Liu Ruhai looked at her fingers carefully, she stood up. There was a boy outside, Shun Bao'er, who brought hot water in with a look. Cao Xiwan took his hand. She looked around and saw that Granny Ma, whom she used to call here, was nowhere to be found.
Where is it?
The study was dark and light, Liu Ruhai walked to the west end of the darkroom and wrote half of a medical case on the table. Mr. Marquis was stroking his beard and looking at it, nodding frequently. He suddenly put down the pen again, stood up and said: "Please again."
Diagnose the pulse.”
She was walking over, sighing slightly, looking at Mr. Hou.
Song Chengming knows some pharmacology, what is in the medical record written by Liu Xiaozi just now?
Isn't it possible to cure her?
The Marquis of Nankang smiled and was about to speak, when unexpectedly a steward Zhou came outside to report that Uncle Ping Nan had sent a steward to invite Mr. Liu to come over. Steward Zhou said respectfully: "Today, the uncle is hosting a banquet for the Prince of Tang Dynasty. The prince is by his side.
A strange and handsome man has come with him, and no number of old ministers can compare with him. My uncle has invited Mr. Liu to come and see him."
She listened with her ears pricked up. Isn't this strange person Yang Cuiping?
"Call the steward of the uncle's house to come over. Just say a few words and say that Mr. Liu can't leave." Song Chengming understood that Uncle Ping Nan regarded his house as a dragon's pond and a tiger's den. Did he think that Liu Ruhai would not be able to go back when he came?
Over the past three days, I have been sending people over to ask questions.
Is it true that the reputation of the Marquis of Nankang is not very good, and the Jinyiwei is too murderous? But an idle nobleman like Ping Nanbo really shouldn't be like this. Written by Song Chengming Nahan.
He suddenly looked at Cao Xiwan standing next to him and vaguely understood.
Are there rumors that the Qingluo female ghost wants to practice magic?
Song Chengming couldn't help but laugh.
Manager Zhou went out, and Liu Ruhai glanced at her. She crossed the Hami gold silk red felt in the main room and retreated to the east corner.
Nankang Hou Xian did not intend to meet Ping Nanbo's steward, so he walked over with his hands behind his back.
Shun Baoer took the water basin and quietly stepped back. The carved round door separated the room. There were embroidered silk curtains on both sides of the door. It was quiet and low, and there were screens standing horizontally.
After Song Chengming sat down, he looked at her carefully.
"Is something wrong?" he asked.
She looked at Mr. Hou in confusion.
"...You have been in a trance and in a daze."
"...I was originally dull." She mused, "The imperial doctor told me to think less and worry less. I want to live longer."
Recently, she has completely stopped thinking about fighting, killing, and plotting.
When doing things in daily life, beg for help if you can, and lie if you can. All old favors must be taken back.
"It's better to be stupid." Song Chengming smiled.
Wasn't it meant to cover up the murderous intention? Song Chengming thought. He was too familiar with the Qingluo female ghost.
The closer she was to the war, the more silent she became. To put it mildly, she was like a dull neighborhood girl. To put it worst, she was called despicable and sinister.
Maybe, it was for the battle between Master Wanjian and Su Jintian?
He whispered: "It's rare that Mr. Liu is here. You have eight old wounds. Mr. Liu saw them one by one and prescribed two prescriptions. In the past, the imperial doctor only saw six old wounds."
Liu Ruhai heard the footsteps on the corridor and left the room to meet the steward of Nanbo Mansion. He thought about it and looked back.
Between the east branches, there is a mother-of-pearl screen with black lacquer and red plum blossoms lying across the middle.
She seemed to be standing in front of the kang, looking like a girl.
I don’t know what Marquis Nankang is talking about with her.
He was a spy. She made a gesture like a royal guard.
Song Chengming sat on the small kang and made a circle with his fingers on the table. This meant that he was in control.
She was slightly shocked. Could it be that the Marquis had been in contact with him for a long time?