Ling Hu Yan is sick.

The night before staying at the Barberry Inn, Ling Hu Yong had no dreams all night, and he didn't dare to delay early the next morning, so he got up early, packed up his salutes, and prepared the carriage, but he didn't see Ah Yan get up for a long time, so he went to knock on the door, but there was no response. Linghu Yong was in a hurry, and with a palm of his hand, the door bolt was broken, the door opened, and he entered the house, but he saw Ah Yan lying on the bed, covered with futon, her face was crimson, but she was shivering, and she was still asleep because she didn't wake her up with such a loud noise outside. Ling Huyong continued to shout a few times, she seemed to be half-asleep, her hand stretched out and scratched in the tent, and she was talking in her dream: "Father! Let's go back...... Let's not go to Chang'an. Ling Hu Yong probed his forehead, boiling water was as hot as boiling water, and said to himself in his heart: "It's not good, why are you sick at this juncture." ”

Sima mistakenly thought that something was happening, and immediately went upstairs to check, and saw that the door bolt was broken, and immediately attacked: "How can you break the door, what can you do slowly." This bolt is made of Qinggang wood in the Qinling Mountains, and it is very strong, and it is worth thirty wen. ”

Ling Hu Yong saw that Yan'er was so seriously ill, and he was upset, "Pavilion Chief, I'll pay one or two silvers later." Now that my daughter is sick, I know the nearby hanging pot doctor. ”

"Don't worry if you're sick. Look at my bolt......"

Ling Huyong hurriedly took out a string of money, wanted to slam it on the table, lifted it into the air and put it on the table, "It's really a trouble for the pavilion elder, these rights should be compensated for the door bolt." ”

After Sima took it wrongly, he said, "I'm sorry, the pavilion chief is greedy for money again." Then he said, "There is an old man in Qinglong Town, who is Mr. Zhuge of Huiren Hall at the end of the street. In addition, a few days ago, from Chang'an also came to a Lang Zhong to the pavilion to report, said that he was going to Bozhou to learn the ointment, these days no one went east, because Nangong Yue, the owner of the silk shop on the street, is a cousin, so he temporarily lives in the silk shop. According to Benting's opinion, Mr. Zhuge is an old man who has lived in Qinglong Town for many years, so it should be more appropriate to invite him. ”

Linghu Yong didn't have time to thank him, so he grabbed the door and went out. At this time, Erniang came upstairs with a basin of hot water, and saw the door bolt that was broken by the force of her palm, and a trace of imperceptible panic flashed in her eyes.

Erniang is actually a scout sent by Fan Yang'an's envoy, and her surname is Yuwen Minglan. Although Ling Huyong had already seen some clues last night, he wasn't sure who this bearded girl was.

In addition, the Northwest Jiedu and the Northeast Jiedu have always been at odds in order to compete for favor in front of the Tang Dynasty. Ten years ago, Prime Minister Zhang Cheng from Lingnan was upright and upright, and he knew how to read people, and once advised the Son of Heaven that Fan Yang'an had a backbone and wanted to get rid of it as soon as possible. But the Son of Heaven is confident in the prosperous Tang Dynasty he has created, and thinks that a small Fan Yang Festival can make how big waves that fat man can make.

But that fat man is really going to reverse, and the heavy rain is about to come and the wind is all over the building. As Qinglong Town between Hangu Pass and Tongguan is about to surge.

Ling Huyong found Huirentang and saw that Mr. Zhuge was sitting in the clinic to check the pulse of the patient. When Mr. Zhuge saw someone coming, he said unhurriedly, "Please sit down, wait a minute." Linghu Yong saw that Mr. Zhuge was not in a hurry, thinking that he didn't know when he would go, Yan'er was still asleep, so he walked over, pulled up the old gentleman and left, and said as he walked: "Sir, go and save my daughter." ”

Mr. Zhuge was already old, he had never seen this formation, and he was still robbed by another old man, while trying to break free, he had to be dragged to the Barberry Inn, and when he arrived at the inn, Hu Yong stopped, and Mr. Zhuge was busy panting, wanting to turn around and reason with Ling Hu Yong again. Unexpectedly, Ling Hu Yong hugged his fists and apologized for his reckless act just now, saying, "My daughter is seriously ill and sleeps in bed, please give first aid to my husband." "Mr. Zhuge has been practicing medicine for many years, and he is also a great doctor in the local area, and there are countless living people.

He checked Ling Huyan's pulse, and saw that he was in a high fever and faint, but his pulse was weak. Grotesque, he has been practicing medicine for many years, and he is a little unsure, this kind of fever, the patient's pulse is still so weak? After thinking about it again and again, he hurriedly opened a pair of white tiger soup, took Erniang to Huirentang to catch it and cook it, and took out a three-edged needle from the medicine bag he carried, pierced Shixuan, and squeezed out drops of dark red blood.

Ling Huyong saw it in his eyes, and his heart was very uncomfortable, before he arrived in Chang'an, Yan'er was so seriously ill, he didn't know when he would get better. blamed himself for wanting to hurry to Chang'an, Xiaoxing slept in the open, and did not settle down. Although she is strong and naughty, after all, she is a girl's family, and she has traveled thousands of miles along the way, how can she withstand this toss. If you really have to have three longs and two shorts, how to explain to the eldest brother.

Soon, Erniang boiled the white tiger soup and handed it over, Ling Huyong took the tea tray, at the moment of handover, he felt Erniang's deep internal force, and the decoction on the plate walked upstairs, and the medicine surface did not move at all, like still water. This made Ling Huyong surprised in his heart, it stands to reason that such a master is hiding his true and clumsy, how can he show this hand in front of me, could it be that she knows my details? Oh, remember, it was the deadbolt in the morning, alas! How could such a mistake be made in a hurry? But why does this bearded girl want to demonstrate to me, I have no holiday with her? Could it be that Yan'er's illness is related to her?

The more I think about it, the more anxious I feel, but I can't show it. He cooled the decoction and wanted to pour it into Yan'er's mouth, but Yan'er was still dazed and began to say that she wanted to go back in her sleep, and then said: "Father, go to Chang'an and see Xu Chen's ......." Ling Hu Yong was at a loss, and the medicine couldn't be filled. Mr. Zhuge said: "Help me to sit up, pinch my chin, and quickly pour it in." So he helped Ah Yan sit up, poured the decoction into it, patted her on the back, and then lay her down.

Mr. Zhuge wanted to go back to Huiren Hall, but Ah Yan coughed a few times and suddenly convulsed. Seeing this, Mr. Zhuge took a few steps to the side of the bed, pinched Ah Yan's ankle, and took out a needle from the medical bag and pierced it at the Yongquan acupoint.

Ah Yan stopped convulsing, but Ling Huyong was frightened and kept shouting, "Ah Yan!" Ah Yan! Ah Yan! ...... "But no matter how much she shouts Ah Yan, she just won't wake up."

Mr. Zhuge said coldly: "The old man's medical skills are limited, and the little lady's illness will be cured if the fever subsides after taking medicine." If you don't retreat, you have convulsions, and you can't help it, so please be smart. I'll go back to church. ”

"Sir, you can't go."

Mr. Zhuge gave up his hands and went out.

"Ah Yan, Ah Yan, you have to wake up......"

"That's good."

After Mr. Zhuge walked for an hour, Ah Yan was still asleep, and the high fever still did not subside. Ling Hu Yong calmed down, he couldn't wait any longer, he had to ask another gentleman to come and have a second look, so he came to the silk shop.

The silk shop was not far from the Barberry Inn, and when I got closer, I saw a woman in red at the counter, with a round face, a plump figure, and a fragrant cheek in her hand, thoughtful. Seeing Ling Huyong coming, he got up and laughed with two dimples on his cheeks, which was very cute.

"Sir, do you want to buy cloth? I have silk cloth and summer cloth here, and there are many varieties. ”

Ling Huyong asked directly: "May I ask if there is a Lang Zhong in your family." ”

"Oh, the old gentleman is here to invite Lang Zhong, that's the little girl's cousin, who is in the backyard at the moment." After speaking, he immediately shouted to the backyard: "Nangong Langzhong, someone invites." ”

"Nangong?"

"Yes! Brother Nangong Han, in Xia Nangong Yue. Could it be that the old gentleman knows his brother? Nangong Yue asked with a sweet smile.

"Oh no! No! I don't know. ”

Soon, I saw a man in green clothes coming out of the backyard, holding a folding fan, his clothes fluttering, so chic, but wearing a pair of official boots. Only a few people know about this boot, it is black-faced, lined with white silk, and has an inconspicuous elastic band. Ling Hu Yong looked at his appearance again and was shocked, could it be...... But when I think about it, the old man is a few years older than himself, and it is impossible for him not to change his appearance for thirty years.

The man in Tsing Yi saluted Ling Hu Yong, "Old man, in Xia Nangong Han, what is the matter?" ”

"Mr. Nangong, my daughter is sick in the inn, and she is in a daze, please go to the doctor for treatment."

"It is Nangong's duty to cure the sick and save people, please ask the old gentleman to lead the way."

The two of them hurriedly went, and on the way, Nangong Han suddenly asked: "Listening to the accent, the old gentleman seems to be from the land of Wu Yue."

Ling Hu Yong immediately became nervous, "Oh. Yes, my father and daughter came to Wudi Huating to visit relatives in Chang'an. ”

"Huating. But the pavilion where the river flows into the sea. ”

"Yes, yes. Hurry up, sir, my daughter doesn't know what is going on now. ”

Nangong Han was silent for the time being, and followed Ling Huyong to Ling Huyan's guest room. Nangong Han cut the pulse, carefully watched Ah Yan's face, and asked Ling Huyong to lift the quilt at his feet and probe the temperature of his feet, which was cold. He breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Old gentleman, Ling Qianjin is a wind and cold invading the body, wrapped in the texture, and fighting with righteousness, so the body heat does not go away, the limbs are cold, and the dazed speech seems to be a fever, but it is actually a cold disease." Prescribe you a dose of four-reverse decoction, and you can solve it. ”

"There is Mr. Rao Nangong. It's just that seeing the little girl like this, the old man is really anxious, you might as well wait for the medicine to come and drink it, and Mr. will see how the effect is? ”

"Okay, old gentleman, it's okay to be fine, just wait here."

I saw Nangong Han write a prescription, and Erniang went to Huirentang to buy medicine. When Mr. Zhuge looked at the prescription and asked who it was for, he said stupidly: "Is there a gentleman in Qinglong Town who is smarter than me?" ”

Waiting for the medicine to be empty, Nangong Han said to Ling Huyong: "The old gentleman and Ling Qianjin must have walked a lot? ”

"Yes, it has been more than six months since our father and daughter came to Huating. This wind and food sleeping, bitter Ah Yan. My old bones are out of the way. ”

"The old gentleman listened to me, just cut the pulse of Ling Qianjin, the pulse is weak, and the righteous qi has been weak, so he encountered cold and dampness to invade the body, so he has such a false heat and real cold. The cold of the daughter can be solved today, but the righteousness is already weak, and it needs to be recuperated for some time. If not, the diagnosis is correct, and the daughter has been out of menstruation for many months. After such a long time, I am afraid that I will not have children in the future. ”

"Ahh Sir, I really don't know about women. Please also ask the husband to protect the child. Saying that, Ling Huyong was about to kneel in front of Nangong Han. was helped up by Nangong Han.

"What are you doing, sir? Don't worry, you can make your daughter three seven years old, your kidney qi is booming, and you only need a dozen doses of medicine to recuperate. ”

"Then there is Mr. Law."

At this time, Erniang brought the decoction, Nangong Han took the tea tray, and he also found that the decoction served by Erniang did not move at all. A trace of doubt flashed in Nangong Han's eyes, and he was also seen by Ling Hu Yong, and he didn't understand why this Hu girl, who might have an extremely complicated background, would repeatedly show her skills. What are you tempting?

Nangong Han instructed Erniang, please go and boil a bowl of hot white porridge, you will need it later. Erniang only owed herself, so she went down.

After Ling Hu Yan took the medicine, within half an hour, her forehead was slightly sweating, sweat was like gelatin, and her feet kicked off the bedding, not as cold as just now. Ling Huyong gently wiped the sweat on his forehead and face, and after a while, Ah Yan woke up and said, "Father, the child seems to have had a long dream, as if we have finished swimming in Chang'an and returned to Huating. ”

Ling Huyong was surprised and delighted, worried that Yan'er would say too much, so he hurriedly pointed at Nangong Han: "Thanks to Mr. Nangong, Mr. is really Hua Tuo Bian Que alive." If it weren't for him, I really don't know what to do? ”

When Ling Huyan heard this, she was busy getting up and thanking her. Nangong Han hurriedly persuaded: "The little lady's body is still weak, she can't get up, if the cold evil is not exhausted, the pores are still open, and the wind and cold invade again, it will be difficult to treat." Wait until Erniang serves hot porridge and drinks it to fill her spleen and stomach, sweat profusely, and then bathe and change clothes. ”

After speaking, he said goodbye to Ling Hu Yong, and Ling Hu Yong accompanied Nangong Han to the door of the inn, and took out a few pieces of silver, wanting to put them in Nangong Han's hands. Seeing this, Nangong Han hurriedly refused: "It's not just a small skill of carving insects, it's not enough to use such a generous gift." The old gentleman still put it away. Put it away. ”

"How can I be happy with such a snub sir."

"The old gentleman is serious, what he learned is the art of hanging the pot with a green sac, and it is his duty to treat diseases and save people, so there is no need to worry about it."

Just when Ling Huyong didn't know what to do, Nangong Han asked again: "What is the old man's surname?" ”

Linghu Yong hugged his fists and said: "The old man's surname is Linghu, and his single name is a brave word." ”

"Since the old gentleman came from Huating, his surname was Linghu, and his father had a friend, and his surname was Linghu, and he was also from Huating. I wonder if the old gentleman knows? ”

This remark hit Ling Huyong's heart, he had already decided that Nangong Han was the son of Nangong Xuan, he looked and dressed similarly, and even the methods of curing diseases were the same, it was really too small in the world, so where did people not meet. He forcibly held back the agitation in his heart, tried to calm down, and pretended to think about it casually, "Mr. Nangong, although the old man was born, grew up, and often lived in Huating, there are not many people he has seen. I really haven't heard of Ling Huzhao yet. Is it because this gentleman has been away from Huating for a long time and has been in Chang'an. The old man guessed so. ”

"Oh, the old gentleman must not know him. Don't just say goodbye and come back tomorrow. ”

"There's Mr. Rao Nangong."

Ling Hu Yong returned to Ah Yan's guest room nervously, and found that after Ah Yan drank hot porridge, she was sweating, her hair was wet, and her spirit was much better.