Feng Zihuan was worried about the beauty in her arms, so she raised her internal strength to the extreme all the way, and directly stepped on the roofs of the buildings and ran to Moyu Pavilion. The man in his arms was already unconscious, his face was pale, his brows were deeply frowned, and the knot could not be untied.

"Sister Zihuan, slow down. Wait for me."

Feng Zihuan left, Feng Wanwan found the steward Aunt Hong, gave several hundred taels of silver tickets, and asked her to help go to the drunken Red Mansion to take out the deed of sale of mercy and tear it up, and bury the merciful son, everyone is dead, don't carry a cheap name into the ground. After explaining to Aunt Hong, she hugged the white fox and went to Mo Youge.

"Steward Qi, steward Qi, find a doctor"

Feng Zihuan directly broke the window and entered the fourth floor of Mo Wei Pavilion, and as soon as he entered the door, he shouted to the only Qi steward he knew, and hurried to find a doctor to take a look at him.

"Who trespassed on Mo Wei Pavilion? Ah, Childe, what's wrong with my son-in-law? Come with me, Childe's room is over there."

Uncle Qi left the Oiran scene one step earlier and returned to Mowei Pavilion to preside over the overall situation, so he didn't see the next scene. This will, looking at the unconscious son, his heart is afraid. After coming up from downstairs, he led the way to the room where he forgot his worries in a panic, and stumbled on his own countless feet along the way.

"Steward Qi, to make a long story short, the mercy of the Oiran Contest suddenly attacked the Forgotten Prince, you go find a doctor to take a look"

"Hey, the old slave will go to the doctor."

Feng Zihuan followed Steward Qi into the room where he forgot his worries, ran directly to the bed, and carefully put the person in his arms on the bed, as if the person in his arms would be broken if he was too strong. After all, this is a man's boudoir, Feng Zihuan was afraid that he would lose his worries and forget his reputation if he stayed for a long time, so he was ready to get up and go outside to wait for Steward Qi to ask the doctor to come back, but the man's hand suddenly grabbed his hand, his brows were tightly locked, there were tears in the corners of his eyes, and he was muttering something in his mouth. Feng Zihuan couldn't break free at all, afraid that he would hurt him if he used his internal force, so he could only sit at the head of the bed and softly comfort this frightened person.

"Don't, don't, I don't want to go."

"Dad, mother, don't."

"Don't Leave Me"

。。。。。。

In the dream, I forgot my worries and returned to the door of my childhood home, and when I opened the door, there was a winding verandah, and the path was made of stones under the steps. Small two or three houses, one bright and two dark, with specks of fine sunlight shining in the hollowed-out carved windows. From the inside of the room, you can see a small door, and when you go out of the small door, you can go to the backyard, where there are large pear blossoms and plantains. There is a gap under the wall of the backyard, leading to a clear spring, the ditch is only a few feet, flowing into the wall along the gap, bypassing the backyard house to the front yard, circling to the front yard under the bamboo.

"Chen'er, don't run around, be careful of falling"

A child ran out of the backyard room, his chubby face, a pair of mischievous eyes, the curtains flickered, two big eyes like black jewels revealed cleverness and cunning. An adult man chased after the boy, and he recognized that it was his father. A pair of clear eyes that were so gentle that they seemed to drip out of water clamped on a perfectly handsome face, in the afternoon sun, there was not the slightest flush, and the delicate face only showed a sickly paleness, but it always revealed a noble and elegant temperament.

Chen'er, it's been a long time since I've heard my father call this name. Forget worries, his real name is Xiao Fengchen, his mother is a small secretary in the Hanlin Academy, mainly responsible for taking charge of some unique classics and compiling classics. The father was the mother set the baby when she was a child, and the mother married her father in her hometown when she became an adult, and later accompanied her mother all the way to the capital during the scientific expedition. Later, his father was pregnant with him, unable to serve his mother, and had the idea of taking a concubine for his mother, but his mother rejected it every time he mentioned it. My mother was clean and self-conscious all her life, and she only married my father. These were all told to him by his father as a bedtime story. said that her mother only wanted to do one thing well in her life, to be a good official, and to be a good official for Li Min. Even if he is an official, he does not tend to be inflammatory, and he has always been upright and upright. It is also because of this integrity that it brought disaster to the Xiao Mansion.

In the courtyard, boys are playing, and men are sitting under the porch, mending their clothes, looking like they have been quiet. As the sun set, footsteps came from outside the porch, and it was supposed to be my mother back. The small door in the backyard opened, and a woman walked in, dressed in a light blue dress with tiny cherry blossom petals embroidered on the corners of her skirt. A delicate hairpin is oblique on the head, decorated with thin silver wire beaded tassels. With a thin powder on his face, he slowly walked towards the two people in the courtyard. It's been a long, long time since I've seen this scene again. I want to play in my father's arms again, and I want to listen to my mother's teachings again, these have become extravagant hopes.

Suddenly, the style of painting changed, the years were broken, and a raging fire broke out in the front and back yards. The father was trapped in the house by the fire with his young self in his arms, and his mother hurried from the front yard with Uncle Qi. When he entered the courtyard, he locked the small door with a bolt, and he could even hear the sound of swords striking outside the door, and he could hear the screams of the servants in the house. The mother's clothes were disheveled, and the corners of her clothes were stained with blood, and Uncle Qi was also embarrassed.

"Master, the master, the husband and the little boy are still in the room. The subordinates are all fending off the enemy in the front yard, how is this good? "Coming to the front of the house, the fire stopped the two of them.

"Xiao Qi, I can't care so much, you guard, I'll go in and save their father and son."

Forget worry and watched her mother wet her robe with the stream water in the courtyard, and rushed into the fire with her wet clothes, trying to scream, but unable to scream, trying to hold her mother, but her mother went straight through her. In the room, my father kept me in my arms, and even though the fire burned my father's hair, he didn't let go of his hand. When her mother came in, she picked herself up with one hand and pulled her father with the other, trying to run out of the fire. The fire was too big, and my father and mother had burns, but I didn't have any scars except for a little black ash on my face. When he was about to reach the door, suddenly, the roof beam was burned by the fire, and he fell with a raging flame, and seeing that he was about to fall into his mother and his mother's arms, his father suddenly pushed his mother away, and he himself suffered the weight of the beam.

"Twilight, no! You wait for me, I will send Chen'er out to accompany you. "The mother saw that her father was hit by the beam, and her heart ached so much that she wanted to go with him, but there was still a crying young son in her arms. The mother staggered to the door and handed over the crying self in her arms to Uncle Qi who was guarding outside the door. told Uncle Qi to take himself out no matter what.

"No, don't, don't go." Forget the worry and want to say something to stop it, but he couldn't touch his mother at all, so he could only watch his mother touch his childhood self, and then turned around and walked into the raging fire, turning into ashes with his father. Uncle Qi bowed his head and knocked on the door three times, picked himself up and ran along the corridor to the back door on the side of the courtyard wall, and before he could run a few steps, the whole room collapsed, and the window lattices that flew out in all directions hit Uncle Qi.

"No, don't..." Feng Zihuan was by the bedside, and these two words were the ones he heard the most.

"This guest officer, the doctor has been invited. If you do this, the doctor will not be able to see you. Look, can you 。。。。。 Feng Wanwan was brought in by Steward Qi with the white fox in her arms, followed by an old man with a medicine box on her back. Forget the worries and unconsciously tugged Feng Zihuan's hand, the doctor couldn't take the pulse at all, and Qi looked at Feng Zihuan in embarrassment.

"Your son-in-law is unconscious now, and if he breaks it rashly, it will hurt him." Feng Zihuan also tried to break free, but forgetting worries was like pulling a life-saving straw, and he refused to let go.

"Sister Zihuan, if you can believe it, I'll show it to the prince who forgets worries" Feng Mian followed the Tai Hospital's medical skills, and Feng Wanwan was stealing the teacher on the side. The only people who knew that she could heal were Chu Yu, Si Qin, Feng Mian, and Feng Zihuan.

"Wanwan, I naturally trust you. Steward Qi, I'm bothering you to take this doctor down. I promise you, I'll heal him. "Dead horses are regarded as live horse doctors, and now in this situation, you can only believe in Feng Wanwan. Steward Qi couldn't do anything, so he took the old man out of the room, arranged for the people in the building to send the old man out, and he was not worried that the son would turn back again.

Feng Wanwan stepped forward to check, and now this appearance can't directly take the pulse at all. I had to use that trick, once as a ghost phoenix in order to hunt a descendant of a Chinese medicine family, and learned to diagnose the pulse of the suspensory wire. Feng Wanwan took out a strand of gold wire from her sleeve and handed one end to Feng Zihuan, letting her wrap it around the pulse of her wrist that forgot her worries, and the other end was tied to her fingers.

"Oh my God! Pulse diagnosis of suspensory filament! It turned out to be the legendary suspensory pulse! Steward Qi, who returned, happened to see this scene. I have been running around with my son for so many years, and I have heard of this suspense diagnosis, but it is all a legend, and now, I have seen it with my own eyes.

After tying the gold wire, Feng Wanwan's fingers flicked slightly, relying on the feeling from the hanging wire to feel the pulse. After a while, Feng Wanwan's fingers moved slightly, and she withdrew the golden wire in the air.

"Wanwan, how's it going? He, how to treat? Feng Zihuan saw that Feng Wanwan took back the golden thread and asked directly about the situation.

"This, the name of the boy who forgets worries is forgotten worries, but he is not less worried at all. I have been worrying too much for many years, and I am already depressed, and I am afraid that this fright will stimulate my heart again. Feng Wanwan accepted the gold thread and sighed secretly. This kind of worry is too depressed in the heart, it is a heart disease, and I can't think about it.

"Then what kind of medicine should my son-in-law use, the old slave will buy it" Hearing that the son-in-law was so seriously injured, Uncle Qi was also very worried. For so many years, Childe has been by his side, and he has long been like his own child.

"This is a heart disease, and medicine can only treat the symptoms, not the root cause. Uncle Qi, you go and make a pot of soothing tea for your son-in-law, and I will apply a golden needle later, so that he can stabilize his mind first. In the future, you must be optimistic about your son-in-law, and you must not have great joy or great sorrow, otherwise your heart will be damaged, and you may not live to twenty-five. ”

"Yes, yes, yes. The old slave remembered, so he went down to prepare. "Uncle Qi panicked, he won't live for twenty-five, no, no, no, the son's life is long. Even if you beg, steal, or rob, you have to get some good medicinal materials back for your son to recuperate.

"Wanwan, he, really won't live to be twenty-five? How so? ”

"Sister Zihuan, if you like him, hurry up and find medicine for him, the Chiqing Continent is so big, there should be some elixir that can be cured. Now, I'm going to give him a needle first. ”

Feng Wanwan took out a roll of cloth from between her belt and slowly unfolded it, and inside it turned out to be golden acupuncture, from large to small, exuding a golden shining light. One needle pierced several major points on the heart, and the last needle was applied to the temple. As soon as the last stitch fell, Forget Worry suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and a little dark red fell on the bed.

"Wanwan, why is this vomiting blood? Does it matter? ”

"It's okay, Sister Zihuan, this is the waste blood in his chest, and it's okay if you spit it out." Feng Wanwan checked Forget Worry again, and the knots in her chest had already dissipated. Very good, as long as there are no big mood swings in the future, there will be no big problems. Carefully pulled out the gold needle and put it away.

The golden needle was pulled out, and after a while, he woke up after forgetting his worries, and let go of Feng Zihuan's hand. Without pulling, Feng Zihuan felt a sense of loss in his heart. Feng Wanwan once again reminded the sober boy to forget his worries, remember not to be sad and happy, otherwise he will not live to be twenty-five, and then left a prescription for calming the mind and calming the mind, holding the white fox in one hand, and pulling the distracted Feng Zihuan with the other hand and leaving the Mowu Pavilion. It's been a long time since I slipped out of the palace, and it's about to dawn, and if I don't go back, my father will be worried.

"Oh, twenty-five? It seems that revenge must be taken quickly," Forget Worry, leaning on the edge of the bed, showed a self-deprecating smile.