At night, under the dim light of the bamboo house, Zhu Yan was still carefully studying the medical book in his hand, while reciting the song in a low voice, "The trick is all based on good musk, peach jujube, old onion and ginger, Chuanxiong rice wine and red peony medicine, and the first party ...... through the surface and inside."

The cat lying on his lap stretched out his paws from time to time to play with Zhu Yan's sleeve, calling softly, and then Zhu Yan patted his head to signal it to be quieter.

Xu Suzhen sat on the side, staring at the fabric in her hand with wide eyes, she was rushing to make a new set of clothes for Zhu Yan to wear during the Dragon Boat Festival.

Zhu Yan persuaded several times, she has a lot of old clothes there, although the style is not novel enough, the color of the clothes is very bright, and those clothes were the most popular clothes in the capital more than ten years ago, for the people in the countryside, it is also a rare treasure, why care about it? But Xu Suzhen tried her best to fight this time, not wanting her daughter to fall behind in front of her relatives.

"Mother, it's getting late, don't do it, right? There are more than ten days left and right for the Dragon Boat Festival. Zhu Yan memorized it for a long time, and what she remembered just now was the prescription for clearing stasis, although the dosage was specified, but Chinese medicine paid attention to the principle of prescription that varies from person to person, and she still had no bottom in her heart.

Xu Silk stretched her waist and moved her sore shoulders, "It's okay, it's okay, my mother's old bones are not so useless!" ”

Zhu Yan was silent for a moment, hugged the cat into his arms, and smiled lightly, "Mother, Yanzi sometimes thinks that it is also very good to live like this." ”

“…… The joy of the countryside is indeed something that many people ask for but can't get. Xu Suzhen was slightly stunned, and then regained her indifferent expression, but Zhu Yan accurately captured her momentary loss of consciousness in her pause.

She must be thinking about something, right? What kind of treacherous situation was the affairs of the previous dynasty, and her father, who did not leave a name after his death, "Zhu Siye", was really just a simple person as a wealthy businessman in the capital?

"You asked Pingyuan to find that Yuan Gongzi?" Xu Silk Zhen continued to sew a piece of silver embroidered satin on the material in her hand, and the heavy sacrificial red of the cuffs was also made lively by the shiny silver thread.

Zhu Yan looked at the fabric in Xu Suzhen's hand, it was an excellent piece of silk-patterned crepe, and the snow-white light yarn was like a clean moonlight, pouring straight to the ground. Xu Silk Zhen wants to make this crepe into a gown, which will be embroidered with red plums, this is what Xu Silk Zhen means, it is Zhu Yan who painted it herself, and when this gown is sewn, she will temporarily say goodbye to the medical book, and strive to complete the first dress in her life.

Xu Suzhen didn't seem to wait for her answer, and said to herself, the flickering candlelight reflected her face elusively, "When I went to Bian's house today, I happened to meet Pingyuan, and Yuan Gongzi said that your prescription is very good, but the dosage of the medicine is not bold enough." ”

"Girls, always be timid......" Zhu Yan nodded silently, and the words that the teacher had said at that time appeared in his head, and he smiled secretly.

When she came back to her senses, Xu Suzhen had already taken out a booklet that was not thick from her sleeve and threw it on the table in front of Zhu Yan, crushing her medical book to death.

"This is ...... "History of Letters"? What is it? Zhu Yan tried hard to distinguish the two seal characters on the book cover, the words were not big, but they revealed a wisp of grandeur, which made people want to sit upright.

Looking at the name, it seems to be a history book, but how can a history book be so thin? Is the title of the book "History of Letters" because the name of the former dynasty was "Xin"?

Xu Silk didn't raise her eyes, and concentrated on sewing the auspicious cloud knot on the placket on the jacket, "Then Yuan Gongzi asked Pingyuan to hand over this book to you, and it just so happened that we met, so I brought it back to you." ”

"Did he ask someone to send me a book, or a history book?" Zhu Yan was a little confused, Yuan Xuanqing should know that he was seeing a doctor recently, why should he send a medical book?

Turning the page in his hand, he was greeted by the delicate and upright handwriting, which made people see the man who was hidden under the umbrella painted with green bamboo that day.

"'Will be there to be a ......'" This is a familiar sentence, Zhu Yan couldn't help but read it again, and repeated it again, "Oh, 'will be ...... will be "

Xu Suzhen's sparse eyebrows twitched slightly, with a bit of sarcasm, "Which traitor and thief doesn't justify his actions like this?" ”

Zhu Yan smiled and did not answer. Xu Suzhen is not unreasonable, which chaotic minister and thief does not shirk his behavior with the sentence "will do something"? !

But...... In Zhu Yan's impression, the person who said this sentence moved her.

In the rebellion of Tang Anshi, Suiyang Zhang Xun's troops will Nanjiyun, the city is broken and the enemy army surrenders, but the cloud does not respond. Zhang Xun called to the clouds and said: "Nanba, the man is dead, don't be unjust!" Yun smiled and said: "If you want to do something, you will also be promising." The public has a saying, how dare the cloud not die? That is, unyielding.

"I want to do something. The public has a saying, how dare the cloud not die? ”

I originally wanted to make a difference, but now that you have this sentence, do I dare not die?

Zhu Yan asked himself if he couldn't do it, but he appreciated this chic attitude in his heart. If Xu Silk Zhen never wanted to see him, then the Yuan family would also surrender for such a reason of "being promising", Zhu Yan felt that it might not be incomprehensible.

And Yuan Xuanqing asked someone to send this book, isn't it also to defend himself in front of him? But he and he just met in Pingshui, and he would never have the opportunity to meet again in the future, so why should he bother about it?

Falling asleep with such a question, Zhu Yan saw the clear blue shirt in his dream, separated by the gray water vapor in the Qingming season, so misty that it was untouchable, only the clump of green bamboo wet by the rain was so real that it seemed to be held in his hand.

Slowly approaching, it seemed that he was about to see the people under the umbrella, but the yellow oriole on the branch outside couldn't stop screaming, and all Zhu Yan's good dreams were scattered.

On the table, a set of clothes was neatly stacked, which was the new set of clothes that Xu Silk had sewn for many days. On the dressing table, there is also a small porcelain box, on which the blue-gold peony shines in the early morning sun.

Unfolded the shirt, it is a long skirt with a white silk collar, near the cuffs inlaid with a two-inch wide red heavy brocade lace, and then down the cuffs are silver silk embroidered satin, and the skirt is also the same red and silver weaving, making people feel solemn and gorgeous.

PS: Thank you for your kind support~

I'm really embarrassed to update an hour late today_(:зゝ∠)_

Yinxi will work hard to improve himself, but today's paws are really freezing so uncomfortable, there may be typos, bear with me.

The songs in this chapter and the previous chapter are both from the Qing Dynasty physician Wang Qingren's "Medical Forest Corrects Mistakes", and I said I would indicate it, so let's start today.