After persuading Qiu'er to go out in a few words, the young man closed his eyes gently, such a magical thing happened to him, how could the young man keep his composure, and when Qiu'er's footsteps disappeared, the young man was confused.

Although he is not from the history department, he still understands the names of the boys of various dynasties and generations, and from Chu Zhen's memory, the teenager knows that the previous year is the eighth year of Qingli, how can the famous teenager of the Qingli New Deal not know, when he was in class, he did not memorize the far-reaching impact and importance of this matter, which can be described as fresh in his memory, and he works in a publishing house, and he may come into contact with books about this aspect every day, and it is difficult to completely forget it.

In this way, it is now Song Renzong's reign, if he is not mistaken, the famous Fan Zhongyan is not dead, and the famous Yueyang Lou Ji is also famous all over the world, the famous general Di Qing, and Bao Zheng, who is known as the black-faced blue sky, seem to be also in this era, so wouldn't he have the opportunity to see their demeanor.

Thinking about it, a trace of joy appeared in the young man's heart, except for Han Yu and Liu Zongyuan, the remaining six of the famous Tang and Song Dynasty families in the literary world are still alive, I don't know if they have made a name for themselves? You must find a way to get their calligraphy and painting articles, and when the time comes, you will definitely get rich overnight......

The young man with a lot of thoughts was wandering outside the object, not paying attention to the time slowly passing, with the help of Qiu'er, Mrs. Hui had already boiled the medicine, and carefully walked in with the medicine pot on the tray.

"Quality, it's time to drink the medicine." Sniffing the rich bitter taste of the medicinal soup, Mrs. Hui frowned slightly, and said with some anxiety, her son has been afraid of drinking medicine since he was a child, and sometimes he would rather let the doctor use needles and prick the meat than drink a sip of medicinal juice.

Hearing this, the young man slowly opened his eyes and raised his head slightly, and Mrs. Hui's kind and affectionate gaze made him move a little unnaturally.

"Childe, this medicinal soup was made by Mrs. Hui with great effort, don't let down Mrs. Hui's heart." Thinking that the young man was extremely disgusted with drinking medicine as before, Qiu'er hurriedly spoke on the side.

The young man's eyes naturally fell on Mrs. Hui's hands, just now the green and white jade slender hands, now there are a few red bubbles, obviously burned, pity the world's parents, but I don't know what kind of reaction the parents at home will have when they learn about their situation, fortunately they have the habit of buying insurance, although money can't buy back family affection, but can make the parents live better, and the right is their most filial piety.

"Quality, obediently, drink the medicine, my mother has prepared candied candy, you drink the soup in one go, and you won't feel bitter if you eat a piece of candied fruit." Sensing that the young man's mood suddenly darkened, Mrs. Hui hurriedly said softly, and at the same time did not forget to push a few plates of sweets that Chu Zhi usually liked to eat to the front.

The young man nodded silently, supported his arms, sat up, and suddenly felt that his eyes were dark, and after a few breaths, he came back to his senses, the young man only felt that his body was hot and irritable, his throat was on fire, and his snort was also as hot as fire, and it seemed that the effect of the special medicine applied by the doctor had passed.

"What's wrong with you, quality." Mrs. Hui, who had been paying attention to the young man's movements, was shocked, and hurriedly grabbed the young man's wrist tightly, and her beautiful face was full of horror.

"It's fine, it's just a little tired." The boy said in a hoarse voice, the dry feeling in his throat was really uncomfortable, and he took a deep breath quietly, and the boy felt more relaxed.

"It's okay." Mrs. Hui naturally didn't believe it, and when she muttered, she stared at the young man carefully, her eyes scanning back and forth over and over again.

"Sister Qiu'er, please hand over the medicine." The young man smiled, and reached out to take the medicinal soup that had been poured, but found that his wrist was firmly held by Mrs. Hui, and he couldn't move at all.

Childe changed his temper today? The confused thought flashed, and Qiu'er didn't think about it, although she thought she had heard it wrong, but under the young man's reminder, Qiu'er hurriedly picked up the medicine bowl and served it smoothly in front of the young man.

The medicinal juice in the bowl is black and dense, with a bit of luster, the dregs of the medicine have obviously made people carefully use gauze to think about it, the young man took the medicine bowl, gently lowered his head and sniffed, a bitter taste of yellow lotus powder rushed straight to his nose, it seems that there is not much difference between ancient Chinese medicine and modern medicine, or this taste.

No wonder Chinese medicine is so easy to decline, compared with Western medicine without any taste, not many people can stand this bitter taste alone, you must know that although hard-working is a traditional virtue that has been passed down through the ages, but if you can not endure hardship, as long as the effect is the same, most people will choose a simple and convenient finished medicine, after all, there are too many hardships for thousands of years.

"Childe, why don't you eat a piece of fruit first." Seeing that the young man was a little hesitant, Qiu'er suggested in a low voice.

"Come, come, eat a piece of fruit." Mrs. Hui belonged to the action faction, and without waiting for the boy to respond, she took a piece of honey candy with her chopsticks and handed it to the boy's mouth.

The young man turned his head slightly to avoid it, his lips lightly touched the edge of the bowl, there was no extra movement at all, and he poured a bowl of medicinal juice into his stomach in an instant, the young man knew very well that drinking Chinese medicine was the most taboo to block halfway, and the long pain was better than the short pain, having said that, the rich bitter taste still made the young man frown slightly.

"Childe, rinse your mouth." Qiu'er happily took the empty medicine bowl, put it on the table next to her, and handed over the bowl of water knowingly.

Rinse your mouth, that's not enough, the young man drank two sips of water, felt that the bitterness between his tongue had disappeared, and when he was about to raise his sleeve to brush off the medicinal juice at the corner of his mouth, Mrs. Hui had already wiped it carefully and carefully with a champana, and the warm and familiar feeling slowly revived in the young man's heart, this scene seemed familiar, and the young man fell into deep thought.

"Quality, eat a piece of fruit." Mrs. Hui ignored the young man who was still in a daze, and lightly stuffed a piece of candied fruit into the young man's mouth, with a smile between her eyebrows, and did not feel that it was a strange thing for the young man to drink the medicine neatly.

The bitterness of the tongue suddenly disappeared without a trace, the sweetness in his mouth was full, and the young man had a flash of inspiration, it turned out that this was a memory belonging to Chu Qian, from the time he could remember, the scene of Mrs. Hui's bitter concern for Chu Zhi slowly emerged, and I don't know whether to feel it or be infected, the young man's heart was sour, and the tears in his eyes fell uncontrollably.

"Quality, you've been wronged." Mrs. Hui seemed to remember something, and her heart was naturally uncomfortable, her bright eyes were also misty, and she couldn't help but hug the young man's weak body. Seeing this sad scene, Qiu'er gently twitched her small and cute nose, turned around and quietly exited the room.

Misdemeanor? The young man thought about it carefully, it was impossible for the injuries on his body to appear for no reason, and suddenly, several fragments of pictures flashed in the young man's mind, which made the young man suddenly realize.

After knowing what happened, the young man's stomach burned with anger, and when he was about to open his mouth to condemn someone, he suddenly felt that his head sank, his body was heavy, and his eyelids were fighting.

"Mrs. Hui, what's wrong with Childe?" Hearing Mrs. Hui's frightened voice in the room, Qiu'er hurriedly broke in.

"It's okay, the medicinal soup has worked, and the quality has fallen asleep." After carefully inspecting it, and gently covering the young man with a silk quilt, Mrs. Hui's eyes showed a look of comfort, but then faded.

The smart and clever Qiu'er somewhat understood Mrs. Hui's thoughts, but she couldn't untie Mrs. Hui's knot, so she had to obediently step aside and diligently clean up the medicine jars on the table.

"Qiu'er, did you tell the adults about Qian'er's illness?" Mrs. Hui's white and beautiful face showed a trace of sorrow, blood was thicker than water, could he still not forgive him?

"Mrs. Hui, the little maid already told the adults about the situation of the son last night." Qiu'er's body froze, and she said in a low voice, just when she was about to drag out the whole situation at that time, she found Mrs. Hui's worries, and Qiu'er held back vigorously.

"His heart is so ruthless, he almost ......, can't he even come over to visit?" The movement here was so loud that the entire mansion probably already knew about it, but he pretended not to know anything, but he didn't even see a figure, and Huifu's face turned pale.

"Adults are busy with official business, and they have already gone out early in the morning, and they may not come here until evening." Qiu'er said cautiously, but unfortunately she was not even sure of what she said.

"Qiu'er, you go to the third uncle and lie down and tell him about the infection of Qian'er." Come and say hello can not delay much time, looking at the young man humming from time to time on the bed, Mrs. Hui secretly gritted her silver teeth, even if it caused him dissatisfaction, she couldn't let Qian'er be wronged.

"Little maid, let's go." Qiu'er's heart didn't have so many bends, knowing that Gongzi had a deep relationship with the three people, and when she heard Mrs. Hui's instructions, her beautiful eyes lit up, and she packed up the medicine bowl in three or two times, and rushed out.

"Don't worry, as long as the third uncle comes, everything will be fine." Hiding that trace of uneasiness in the deepest part of her heart, Mrs. Hui gently caressed the young man's body, hoping that he would sleep peacefully.

Time flies, the boy woke up in a daze when it was already the beginning of the lanterns, after a while, the boy was completely awake, and secretly sighed in his heart that the doctor's medical skills for himself were really clever, drank a bowl of medicine, slept for a while, and woke up only to feel that his body had improved a lot, in addition to the head was still a little drowsy, the heat in his throat had dissipated, and the hot feeling on his back had also disappeared for most of it, and it felt as if someone had given himself medicine several times.

However, he felt that the musculoskeletal muscles in his body were sore, soft and numb, and the qi and blood in his body did not seem to be very smooth, and his arms were numb, the young man gently pulled down his arm, but found that there was a person lying prone next to him, using his arm as a pillow, the young man's eyes blinked, and from the figure of the clothes, who else was there besides Mrs. Hui?

"Hostage."

Hearing Mrs. Hui's confused but affectionate call, the young man was also a little touched, and the ghost made the god agree softly, if you come, you will be safe, if you really can't go back, then you have no way, if you want to survive, impostor is inevitable, and in the eyes of the world, he is the second son of the Chu family, Chu Qian.

The young man made a quick decision in his heart, and his heart seemed to feel much more relaxed.

Gently caressing Mrs. Hui's somewhat messy supple green silk, the young man ...... Tenderness swelled up in Chu Qian's heart, and in his memory, the Chu family could rely on Chu Qian's family affection except for the third uncle, and she was the only one who could rely on her.

Feeling a little uncomfortable in her hair, Mrs. Hui stretched out her hand and stroked it, and after touching Chu Qian's hand, Mrs. Hui suddenly woke up, and saw Chu Zhen's faint smiling face, I don't know if it was her own illusion, Qian'er seems to be different from before, Zhi'er Mo Ruomu, Mrs. Hui is sensitive to the changes that have occurred in Chu Zhi.

But when she saw Chu Zhen tidying up her hair again, Mrs. Hui's heart was full of joy, and she had indeed changed, but this showed that she had grown up and was no longer a child.

"Mother, thank you for your hard work." Chu Zhi said gratefully, although he fell asleep, but vaguely, he still felt Mrs. Hui's careful care, in order to prevent himself from turning over and touching the wound, he also corrected his sleeping position from time to time, and he didn't know how many times he applied medicine for himself.

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