"Good." A satisfied smile appeared on Si Duhan's face, "This is for you, open it and take a look." Si Duhan handed the small burden in the drawer to Shao Lang.

Shao Lang took the burden and opened it, only to see a row of silver glittering slender needles, neatly stacked in the baggage, glowing with a silvery white cold light under the reflection of moonlight and candlelight.

"This is a set of silver needles, which I made for you. From today onwards, I will teach you the art of acupuncture. Si Duhan smiled slightly.

"Thank you, Master!" Shao Lang knelt in front of Si Duhan and solemnly kowtowed.

"Get up. Shaolang, you have to remember that acupuncture is different from decoction, the medicinal materials on the medicine shelf can be seen, touched, named, medicinal properties are clear, and even the amount of medicine can be weighed out with a small scale, but acupuncture is different, learning acupuncture and moxibustion to memorize the meridians and acupuncture points in the human body, when the needle is paid attention to the kung fu in the hand, to carefully feel the information transmitted back from the tip of the needle, so as to judge the condition, this only with more practice, can be slowly mastered. Si Duhan spoke slowly. Shao Lang stood with his hands down in front of Si Duhan, holding his breath and listening attentively.

After talking about a cup of tea, Shao Lang understood some and some didn't, but Si Duhan's words were engraved on Shao Lang's heart.

He said that those who practice medicine should have great compassion in their hearts, and human life is greater than heaven. Medical skills can save people and kill people, you must think clearly before doing things, and you must not shame your grandfather because of personal grievances.

The piercing sound of suona tore through the silence of the early morning. Today is the day of the funeral of Yang Ke, the young master of the Yang family. With the sound of suona, a handful of paper money is high, the three layers of flowers are floating all over the sky, and the green bamboo is draped in linen and filial piety is walking in the funeral procession.

"Smack!" Mrs. Yang saw Luzhu at a glance, and slapped her when she went up, "You are a dead star!" As soon as you entered the door, my son died, and now you have to go out with the funeral, do you want to die a hundred times too?! ”

"Madame Yang." Luzhu Wanfu was just about to explain something, but was interrupted by Mrs. Yang: "I'll tell you!" You were bought by our Yang family! Don't think about death! ”

"What are you messing about?" Behind him, he suddenly remembered Yang Huaigui's voice.

"Master, if your son dies, your daughter-in-law can't give a funeral! If she is also hooked, won't our Yang family be empty of people and money? Mrs. Yang cried and wiped her tears.

"Ridiculous! Luzhu is the concubine I bought, what a daughter-in-law. Yang Huaigui took the green bamboo behind him.

"Huh?" Listening to Yang Huaigui's words, Mrs. Yang was like five thunderbolts, "You shameless little prostitute!" My son's bones are still cold, and you climbed into your husband's bed! Shameless slut! Mrs. Yang jumped and scolded, almost wanting to reach out and scratch the face of Hua Luzhu with her long nails, but Luzhu was blocked by Yang Huaigui, and when she dodged, Mrs. Yang was mistaken, and her long and sharp nails crossed Yang Huaigui's face, Yang Huaigui only felt a hot pain on his face, and raised his hand to slap it, only to see Mrs. Yang stumbling, sitting on the ground, crying.

Seeing that there were more and more onlookers, Yang Huaigui beckoned and called out to his personal servant: "Mrs. is overly grieved by the loss of her son, delirious, full of nonsense, and crazy behavior, hurry back to the house to rest."

"Yes." Zhong Yan got his life, turned around and invited a small sedan chair, and the two family members set up Mrs. Yang, who was crying, and stuffed it into the sedan chair, Zhong Yan whispered a few words to the sedan chair man, and the sedan chair man lifted the sedan chair and disappeared into the crowd in a blink of an eye.

The funeral procession returned to tranquility again, Yang Huaigui seemed to have a baby, he held Luzhu's hand tightly, his face was beaming, there was no pain of losing a child at all, and the blood marks on his face were also extremely red because of the joy in his heart.

Brother Shun was crowded in the crowd of onlookers, seeing everything in his eyes, he wanted to rush over several times to pull the green bamboo out, but he didn't dare, his legs were already scared weak, and he couldn't move half a step.

The funeral procession blew and blow, all the way to the cemetery without stopping, and the corners of the green bamboo snow-white filial piety robe swayed and flew with the footsteps, looming to reveal the peach-colored dress inside.

"Rubbish! A bunch of rubbish! A yellow-haired girl, I've been looking for three or four years and haven't found it! What am I raising you for? A man with a goatee smashed a table of tea bowls in a fit of rage.

"Your Excellency, your anger." The servants on the side fell to their knees.

"Go. Go and call Chen Xiao to me! The goatee roared.

After a while, Chen Xiao pushed the door into the house, looked at the fragments of tea bowls on the ground, and then looked at the face of the goatee Tieqing, understood seven or eight points in his heart, quietly waved his hand and dispersed the servant who was kneeling on the ground, and gently closed the door again.

"Master Zhang." Chen Xiaoshen gave a salute.

"Chen Xiao, are you sure your last place is in Lingcheng?" Goatee Zhang Qingyan stared at Chen Xiao with his eyes, for fear of missing Chen Xiao's subtle lying expression.

"My lord, I'm telling the truth, it's really in Lingcheng." Chen Xiao hurriedly explained that he hadn't found Chen Nianqi for so long, and Chen Xiao was also uneasy in his heart.

"Chen Xiao, although you were sent by me to the Chen family to be an undercover agent, and the matter of your betrayal of your brother and sister-in-law is completely made up, but after all, you have been in the Zhou family for almost ten years and have received their favor for nearly ten years, do you think that they are kind to you and deliberately cover up." Zhang Qingyan twisted the sparse goatee under his chin, squinted his eyes, and looked at Chen Xiao playfully.

"My lord, I am loyal to the Zhang family, and the world can learn from it!" Seeing Zhang Qingyan's eyes showing murderous intent, Chen Xiao didn't care about the fragments on the ground, and hurriedly knelt on the ground, the fragments pierced into his knees, and Chen Xiao's painful beads of sweat fell down.

"Then tell me, why did the yamen of Lingcheng take the portrait and search door to door and didn't find it?" Zhang Qingyan saw the blood oozing faintly from Chen Xiao's knee, but he didn't mean to let Chen Xiao get up and speak at all, and continued to ask.

"Yes...... Possible...... It may be that the girl is big and has changed. The people at the gate of the Lingcheng Yamen were not familiar with this girl, so they ......" Chen Xiao's voice trembled.

"Then bother Steward Chen, who is familiar with this girl, to go to Lingcheng in person and bring that girl back to me. If you can't find it, you and the city lord of Lingcheng won't have to eat any more. Zhang Qingyan smiled at the corner of his mouth, his eyes were murderous, and he looked at Chen Xiao, who was sweating profusely.

"Yes." Chen Xiao hurriedly responded, he knew that Zhang Qingyan was a person, and the famous smiling national teacher above the court was not in vain.

"Steward Chen, let's rest at the inn in front." A few days later, Chen Xiao took a few servants from the Zhangguo Teacher's Mansion, whipped the horses, and rushed to the mausoleum day and night. In the darkness of the night, the servant vaguely saw an inn ahead.

"Okay, let's go." Looking at the moon rising to the middle of the sky, Chen Xiao was a little unwilling, but the pain in his knee made him have to stop and rest.

"Steward Chen, this is the portrait of that girl, can you see if there is anything that needs to be changed?" After settling in, the servant brought a portrait.

The portrait shows a girl of five or six years old, with double buns, big eyes, and a small nose. Chen Xiao leaned around the candle flame and took a closer look: "It should be like this, but it's been almost two years since I last saw her, I hope she hasn't changed much." By the way, how far is it from the Mausoleum? Chen Xiao looked up at the servant beside him and asked.

"I asked the shopkeeper just now, there is about a day to go, if you don't rest halfway tomorrow, it is estimated that you will be able to arrive before dark." The servant replied.

"Okay, let the brothers have a good rest tonight, and ask the boss for more dry food and water tomorrow morning, and strive to rush to Lingcheng before dark tomorrow, and when you arrive in Lingcheng, I will invite the brothers to drink." Chen Xiao knows how to win people's hearts very well, although he has the name of a housekeeper, but after all, he has not been on an errand in Zhang Guoshi's Mansion for nearly ten years, and the current servant is no longer the brothers of the year, and he doesn't want to find a way to envelop him, Chen Xiao is afraid that the errand behind will not be easy to do.

"Qiu Tang, how long have you been in Linglong Pavilion?" Mother Xu looked at the embroidery at hand.

"Mrs. Hui, one year, four months, and seventeen days." Qiu Tang Wanfu replied.

"I remember it so clearly! Hehe" Mother Xu chuckled softly, "Are you still used to it in Linglong Pavilion?" ”

"Mrs. Lao is worried that everything is fine in Qiu Tang in Linglong Pavilion." Qiu Tang stood in front of Xu's mother and said with low eyebrows.

"A few days ago, I went to find out about your learning of art, and the masters praised you for understanding the rules, learning quickly, and being willing to work hard. After the New Year, I want to go to the library and ask a teacher to teach you to read some poems and recognize some words, would you like to?" Xu's mother said.

"It's all up to Madame's arrangement." Qiu Tang deeply thanked him. When she was young, her mother hugged her on her lap and taught her to read one by one, thinking that she would have no chance with poetry, but today Xu's mother mentioned it herself, and Qiu Tang was happy in her heart.

"Okay, go down, I'm tired." Seeing that Qiu Tang's face was not shocked, Xu's mother became more and more unable to figure out the girl in front of her, but the joy and anger were invisible, and it was the most critical point for Xu's mother to be very curious about Qiu Tang. Mother Xu waved her hand and sent Qiu Tang down. Qiu Tang was blessed again and left backwards.

"Master, a letter from the Holy City said that someone from the Zhangguo Master's Mansion will come today, why hasn't this arrived yet?" Xue Bowen, the city lord of Lingcheng, rolled up his sleeves as he spoke, it was so cold that he felt that his bones hurt after standing outside the house for a while, not to mention that Xue Bowen had been standing at the gate of the city all morning, and Xue Bowen only felt that he was about to freeze into an ice sculpture.

"Master, go back to the house to rest for a while, it's too cold this day, you have been waiting at the gate of this city in the morning, and now it's past noon, let's go back to the house to rest and warm up." I'm here to watch. Master Duan said and stomped his feet, hoping to warm up a little by moving a little.

"Forget it, the people in the Zhang Guoshi's mansion, I can't afford to be lazy, as the saying goes, the prime minister is a seven-rank official in front of the door. I'll just wait. After thinking about it again and again, Xue Bowen felt that it was better to wait here.

"Yo, isn't this City Lord Xue, why are you standing here at noon?" Mother Xu took Qiu Tang to Caifeng Tower to touch the pai gow and returned to Linglong Pavilion, and saw a person wearing dark blue official clothes standing at the gate of the city from a distance, headed by Xue Bowen.

"Mother Xu, it's early." Xue Bowen responded to Wanfu's mother Xu, "I got the news a few days ago that someone from the Holy City was coming, and I was here early in the morning. "People can come to the Holy City, Xue Bowen feels that it is still very face-saving.