In the middle of summer in July, the bitter heat was scorching, and everyone in the old mansion of Chen Ge had a sad face, and the whole house was silent, which made people feel very depressed.

"Water...... Shui ......" Chen Liugongzi was lying on the bed of the Arhat carved with orchid leaves, and occasionally there was a painful ** sound, which looked particularly sad in such an atmosphere.

He has been sick for five or six days, his body is cold for a while, and he becomes feverish again, and he always vomits and can't eat.

Mrs. Chen was distressed.

"Has the master invited you?" Mrs. Chen urged the people who carried the news to hurry around the room.

Chen Gongzi's illness, the slightly famous doctors in the city were invited, all of them were helpless, and later some people said that July was a ghost month, and it may have collided with unclean things.

So Chen Ge Lao personally went to ask Master Dao Yan to practice in Fahua Temple.

Master Dao Yan is not only a monk, people know how to do it, and they can also diagnose the pulse, if a person is sick, can he die, when he will die, he can feel it with a hand.

And that's just a few.

Master Dao Yan was a master of Long Yougong, and was named the young master of the crown prince by the emperor, although he was a monk, but he was also a very human minister.

"Can the master invite me?" Mrs. Chen was apprehensive.

In the evening, the sound of horses' hooves, which had been waiting outside the house for a long time, finally remembered.

"Are you coming?" Mrs. Chen's eyes widened in anticipation.

"It's coming, it's coming. "The fast little guy rushed over to report the news. Not long after, Chen Ge Lao and a white and fat monk appeared in Mrs. Chen's sight.

The monk is burly, with figure-eight eyebrows, a pair of eyes as bright as lightning, and the size of a mung bean.

Its appearance is not good, but people can't forget it at first sight.

"Where is Childe, where is Childe?" Dao Yan asked loudly as he walked. The sound is like a bell.

Chen Liu heard the voice in the room, his back was slightly raised, and his eyes shone with hope.

"Master, my child is sick and can't get up. Mrs. Chen hurriedly greeted her with the housekeeper, telling her about Gongzi Chen's condition, and tears rained down.

"Take me to see Childe. Dao Yan said hurriedly.

After entering the house, Dao Yan checked Chen Gongzi's pulse without saying a word, and everyone in the room held his breath.

"The ulnar pulse is there, the guan pulse is there, this person can't die within three months. After touching the pulse, Dao Yan said to the eyes staring at him in the room.

As soon as she heard that she couldn't die, Mrs. Chen's hanging heart finally fell back a little.

"Then trouble the master to come up with a plan. Chen Ge Lao was also very happy, and instructed his subordinates to be allowed to write and ink.

Dao Yan shook his head again and again: "No." ”

"Ah, didn't the master say that Xiao'er can be saved? Then why don't you prescribe a prescription?" Mrs. Chen suddenly became anxious.

"I just said that he can't die in three months, and I'm not Langzhong, so I won't prescribe a prescription. Dao Yan waved his hand and said very frankly.

Consultation on the pulse, will not cure the disease, do you say that it is angry? Chen Ge Lao also saw that this uncle really does not know how to prescribe prescriptions.

"Does the master have any heavenly spells that can heal children's diseases? "Although Dao Yan never went to court, he was also a celebrity in front of the emperor, even if Chen Ge Lao met him for no reason, he had to talk to him in a low voice, not to mention asking for help.

"There are no spells that pass through the sky. Dao Yan rubbed his bald head, thought for a while, and said, "But there is a way." ”

"Say something. Mrs. Chen really felt sorry for her son, and when she heard that the master said that there was salvation, she couldn't care about being reserved, so she stepped forward and hurriedly asked.

"Chong Xi. Don't you big families like Chongxi the most?" said Dao Yan as if he was still teaching me.

"Chongxi?" Mrs. Chen had no idea for a while, this was related to her son's lifelong event, she and her husband looked at each other and asked, "Who are you looking for?" ”

"I don't know. "Chen Ge Lao has great prestige in the court, if anyone who wants to marry into the Chen Mansion can form an army in normal times, now, which princess's family will marry a good daughter to such a sick man, maybe he will be widowed one day. But if she marries a low-ranking woman, Mrs. Chen is a little unwilling.

"Why do you still want to pick?" Dao Yan laughed and patted Chen Ge Lao's shoulder, Chen Ge Lao almost couldn't stand firmly.

"I tell you, if you want to be happy, this woman must be born at the right time, but she is a curse, her mother is dead, her father is unkind, and her life is in a great ups and downs. ”

"Where can you find such a person?" Chen Ge Lao bowed his hand again and again: "Please also ask the master to make it clear." ”

Dao Yan's eyes rolled, and he patted his head and said, "The Ministry of Literature and Anthology, the Lin family." ”