As the sun rises in the east and sets in the west, the longer the days and the shorter the nights, the heat of early summer comes with it. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Towards evening, in a corner of the backyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion, an old man with a slightly hunched back looked left and right, walked to a remote wing room with slight steps, and knocked lightly on the door twice.

There was no movement inside the door. The old man knocked on the door again, and called out to the second son in a hoarse voice.

"Steward Zhao?"

There was a slightly strange whisper in the door, a few squirts, and the Si Kou Zhun in the room opened the door wearing a thin coat, with his black hair like a waterfall, his eyes were calm, and his breath was like a quiet orchid, but his thin lips were a little chapped and pale, and he looked slightly sickly.

The old housekeeper surnamed Zhao was the old butler who followed Xue Yan back that day, and at this time, seeing Si Kouzhun in thin clothes and haggard face, he couldn't help frowning a little distressedly, took out a box of small wooden boxes with small workmanship from his arms, and stuffed them into Si Kouzhun's hands before leaving.

"Steward Zhao, what is this?" Si Kouzhun was a little stunned, and chased after him to block it.

"Young master, don't worry, it's the second lady who entrusted it. The old steward bowed slightly, politely, and glanced around quietly.

"My mother?"

Si Kouzhun looked surprised, and grabbed Steward Zhao, who wanted to leave again, and finally had some expression on his indifferent face, a little anxious and worried: "My mother has come to Beijing, why don't you come to see me?"

Steward Zhao looked a little lonely, frowned and looked at Si Kouzhun's tightly clutched hand, bowed again and said: "The second lady told her son to take care of his health, be diligent and diligent, and live up to his expectations in the future." ”

Did you live up to expectations......

Even if you can already send someone to deliver medicine, why ...... Still won't come and pick me up.

Si Kouzhun smiled reluctantly, couldn't listen to any other words, let go of his hand, and looked at the small wooden box quietly. He stretched out his hand to open it, and inside were ten crystal clear red pills, like small gems.

He resisted the urge to break away, was silent for a long time, and only took out one under the eager gaze of Steward Zhao, frowned slightly and raised his head to swallow it, I don't know if it was bitter or choked, he covered his mouth and coughed uncomfortably, and his chest was suffocated and panicked.

"Second son, the cold is easy to get worse, and you need to recuperate, you better go in. ”

Steward Zhao sighed lightly, took advantage of the fact that there was no one around and left quietly, paused before leaving, and said in a low voice: "No matter what, everything has me." After all, my old Zhao's life was saved by his wife. Rest assured. ”

Saving?

Si Kouzhun laughed at himself, no matter how poor and miserable he was, even if he was an orphan and widow in the first few years, his mother was stubborn alone with her children, transporting passengers back and forth on that river to make a living, and living in poverty. Xing inherited his mother's stubborn character, in the past few years when he was taken back to the house, no matter how he was wronged, he just suffered silently, waiting, when he was desperate and wanted to give up, Steward Zhao could always hear some news from Yangguan in the south and send some messages for his mother. It was these bleak hopes and lights that supported him to continue to live without dignity under the pressure of Xue Yanhui and Si Kouye.

He was only eleven years old, and he said that he was the second son of the Prime Minister's Mansion, but it was Wei Jing's good deeds that year that year that he checked his father's bottom and made a lot of trouble. At that time, the old emperor who was still alive was mediocre and incompetent, and he had just appointed a few officials who were on the top of the scientific examination, and he was immersed in the palace of eternal life and ignored the government, and he was very annoyed by the impeachment at the bottom every day, so he simply ordered Si Kou to welcome the illegitimate son to Ming to end the matter. Because of this, Si Kouzhun was separated from his seriously ill mother's biological life, and he barely survived in the Prime Minister's Mansion, swallowing his anger, so that he could barely exchange for the medical money that his mother got from the Xue family in Yangguan.

Let's go ahead with these days. Fortunately, such a lifeless day doesn't seem to end a life like this.

Si Kouzhun's eyes suddenly lit up, and he suddenly smiled slightly, his smile was very shallow and faint, but it was like the brightest cloud in early summer, he put away the small medicine box in his hand, and turned into the room.

He sat down with a roll of hands in his hand, his face was light and his eyes were indifferent, his slender fingers touched the light yellow writing, he flipped it over, lowered his eyes, his thin lips moved slightly, and countless ink words gradually appeared on the blank page......

Steward Zhao on the other side left quietly all the way, walked to another quiet wing room in the mansion, and stepped directly into the door without knocking.

"The money is here these days. ”

Old Zhao put down a piece of silver in his old hand, and looked at the person in the room with a solemn face, "Take the money to do things, you have to give me a good mouth." ”

"Ouch, Steward Zhao is kind-hearted, and he doesn't leave a name for doing good deeds, how dare I disturb your good deeds. ”

The palace doctor in the long shirt and short coat had a slightly upturned mustache, accepted the silver with a smile, pointed to a few pills and boxes on the corner table that had not yet been filled, and continued: "You see that I have prepared all the medicines, and the second son has a slightly severe cold, but I am afraid that he will not be able to get better in some days." Minor illnesses must not be slow, and major illnesses must not be urgent. ”

"Money is yours, as long as you do things well. ”

Old Steward Zhao sneered slightly, didn't say much, and carefully observed the neighborhood a few times, and after confirming that there was nothing unusual, he walked away with a slight hunchback.

"Money is indispensable for mine?" The house doctor who took the money waited for Steward Zhao to walk away, then stood up and laughed extremely sarcastically, turned around and touched the few silver tickets hidden on his chest with satisfaction, and said to himself with satisfaction and disdain: "A little bastard born by a boat lady, you are an old and immortal housekeeper, can you have a lady and money......?" Eh, where's the pillbox on my desk?"

Hundreds of steps away, Steward Zhao walked hunched over for a while, far away from the residence of the house doctor, and when he looked back at the house doctor's residence, he seemed to see a gray figure sweeping by, and then blink but disappeared. He rubbed his somewhat cloudy eyes, then raised his head slightly, quietly looked at the large dark clouds in the sky mixed with the color of darkness and dusk, and then lowered his head and walked away, going to be busy with other complicated affairs in the Prime Minister's Mansion.

It's going to rain.

Sikou Xiangming stood in front of the window and watched intently. As if hearing the sound, he turned around, his face was beardless, his eyebrows were elegant but hidden in the old spice of the world, he raised his eyebrows and looked at the box quietly placed on the rosewood table behind him, and did not speak.

With a sneer, Si Kou slowly poked out a hand in the darkness opposite Xiangming, the back of the hand was extremely old, with bruised tendons and elderly macula, the sleeve seemed to be made of countless northern colored cotton cloths, and the colored line embroidery on the arm when he stretched out his hand also trembled, and the man pressed twice with the extremely long fingernails, and the delicate small wooden box opened, revealing several delicate red pills in the box, which were exactly the same as the pills that Steward Zhao secretly gave to Si Kouzhun by Steward Bai Ri.

The old man picked up the pill in the box and put it in front of the nostrils as big as a bull's nose and sniffed it, then grinned, and the monster laughed, like an old monster about to suck human blood, and casually handed it to a gray-clothed young man standing quietly behind him.

"Chuanbei, Banxia, Aster," the young man's temperament sank like stagnant water, and coldly reported the names of a few medicines, and then frowned, a little puzzled, looked at his master and said, "Mountain bean root?"

The old woman smiled with satisfaction, staring at the middle-aged man opposite with a smile, "Si Kou Xiangming, your wife is so cruel." ”