The next morning, Song Ting still got up early for morning exercises, and when he ran to a bun stall on the street, there was a man who looked like a scholar sitting there eating steamed buns, holding two hot steamed buns in his hands, staring at him while gnawing, and suddenly said with a look of surprise: "Song Chaozhong!?"

Song Ting didn't recognize the man, so he didn't stop, but raised his head as he ran and asked, "Brother Tai?"

The man nibbled on two mouthfuls of steamed buns, trotted to catch up, and introduced himself: "My surname is He, my name is An, a native of Yangzhou, and I am a student of the official school."

Then, he praised again: "Brother Song's song "Fixing the Storm" last night was really well written! You may not remember, but I was right there with you! The phrase 'Who is afraid?' It's really good! It's wonderful! ”

Song Ting wiped the sweat from his head and continued to run: "Brother He praised it."

Song Ting gradually distanced himself from He An, He An simply threw the uneaten buns in his hand on the stall table, squeezed his hands, and also made a running appearance, and chased after him: "Brother Song, I have something to ask for."

"Say it." Song Ting ran effortlessly, but found that He An behind him was out of breath before he had run a few steps.

He An was panting, crossed his waist and said, "Oh, I'm tired to death...... Brother Song, what are you running around blindly in the morning? ”

Song Ting smiled and said, "Exercise and serve the country."

He Anqiang sighed, barely catching up with Song Ting: "Exercise? Serving the country? Song Ting is worthy of being a talented man with lofty ambitions, and the younger brother admires ......"

Song Ting didn't bother to pay attention to his sycophancy, and asked directly: "You said just now that you have something to ask for, what is the matter?"

He An said: "The younger brother wants to ask Brother Song to take me as an apprentice and teach me to compose poetry."

Song Ting suddenly stopped, and He An also stopped, staring at Song Ting with two panda eyes that had stayed up all night, expecting him to agree. He thought about it, as long as Song Tingyi agreed, he would immediately kneel down and kowtow in the street and bow to the teacher.

But he didn't expect Song Ting to look at him, look him up and down, and then slowly speak: "You must have lived happily in Yunxiang Courtyard last night, right?"

He An's face showed shame, last night he witnessed Song Ting write "Dingfeng Wave" and won the first place, he did spend ten taels of silver to find a beautiful girl to linger and live happily for a night. Until he heard the rooster crow twice, he was a little reluctant to get up, and just wanted to lie on the soft flesh and get drunk and dream to death. After all, Yangzhou Academy only has one day off every month, and it is usually a daily study, exam, and punishment from the husband, so it is difficult to have time to come out and be happy. Besides, he is not a very rich student, and the ten taels of silver he saved a month are still pulled out of his meal.

He really didn't expect Song Ting to see at a glance that he had been romantic all night, and his admiration for Song Ting in his heart was a little more.

Song Ting breathed a sigh of relief, raised his finger and said: "First, the poem "Fixing the Storm" was really written by Su Dongpo and his old man, not original; Second, I don't accept apprentices; Third, even if I accept apprentices, I will not accept drunken people like you. ”

After Song Ting finished speaking, he waved his hand to signal his farewell and continued to run forward.

"Huh? This ...... "He An stood in place, and for the first point that Song Ting said, he would only use it as an excuse for Song Ting to "not be exposed" and "remain modest". After all, almost the entire Yunxiang Courtyard knew last night that the "Su Dongpo" in his mouth was just an old rural pedant. It is not known whether there is such a person as "Su Dongpo", or whether the person "Su Dongpo" was made up by Song Ting.

He An is entangled in the third point of the Song Dynasty, "the person who does not accept alcohol", he is indeed lustful, and he has to go to the brothel once a month, which makes him speechless.

It seems that apprenticeship is impossible.

Looking at Song Ting's figure running farther and farther, He An thought for a while, then raised his strength again, and shouted while chasing: "Brother Song! Brother Song! ”

Song Tingtou didn't reply: "What's the matter?"

He An had a smile on his face: "How about I pay a tael of silver to buy you a poem?" It's this song "Fixing the Storm", as long as you write it on paper! ”

Song Ting stopped and thought about it, a tael of silver seemed to be quite cost-effective...... Then he said: "Deal!"

So the two immediately stopped, He An went to borrow a pen and paper on the street, Song Ting waved his pen and wrote "Fixing the Storm" again, the pen fell, He An stuffed the silver into Song Ting's hand, carefully put away the poem "Fixing the Storm", regarded it as a treasure, and hugged his fist at Song Ting and said: "Thank you Brother Song!"

…

After Song Ting and He An parted ways, they returned home after running, but saw Xiaoman stumbling out of the inner courtyard and bumping into him in the corridor from the outer courtyard into the inner courtyard.

"Xiaoman, what's wrong?" Song Ting held her little shoulder, and when he saw her panicked look, he hurriedly asked.

"Master Pony! Big things are wrong! Xiaoman looked up and saw that it was Song Ting, and she didn't care about her shoulders being held by him, she saw Song Ting as if she saw a savior, and said in a panic: "Her Royal Highness the princess is sick!"

"What? Is the princess sick? Song Ting was surprised. She wasn't okay last night, she climbed the ladder to the roof, watched the stars with him, and told him the truth about her marriage...... How can a good person suddenly get sick?

"Xiaoman, tell me, what are the symptoms of the princess now? Serious or not? Song Ting let go of the hands that were holding Xiao Man's shoulders, his eyebrows and eyes were full of eagerness.

"The princess had a fever, a cough, a headache, and a lot of nonsense...... Ah! I don't have time to talk to you, I need to get a doctor! Xiao Man's face was full of anxiety, and he ran out through the corridor.

Song Ting caught up with her and grabbed her, and said in an urgent tone: "You don't know where the doctor lives, or I'll ask the doctor." By the way, the princess is likely to suffer from the cold, you go back to take care of the princess first, pay attention to close the doors and windows, and don't blow the wind again. ”

After Song Ting finished speaking, he ran out of the house, called a carriage, came to the Huangfu Medical Center, stopped the car, told the coachman to wait, stepped onto the platform of the medical hall in three or two steps, lifted the curtain and went in.

At the right time, it is just dawn, and many people have just eaten breakfast, but there are already many people who come to the Huangfu Medical Center for treatment, because everyone knows that Mr. Huangfu is a famous doctor here.

What Mr. Huangfu's real name is, most people don't know, and he himself never seems to be revealed, everyone is very relieved about his medical skills, so they never ask. Mr. Huangfu hangs the pot to help the world, and he also has a benevolent heart. He saw a doctor, did not ask the gatehouse not to be wasted because of people, the rich people carried him in a sedan chair, and the poor people who had no money came to invite him, and he went on foot. As for the consultation fee, he will continue to pay as much gold and silver as the rich and big families give, and he will also collect a few coppers from the poor family, and he will never ask for it if he really has no money, and he will never ask for it if he can't pay it back. Just because of his benevolent heart, the people read his goodness, and there are many people who come to send wine and meat during the New Year's holidays, and he does not refuse any of them.

Mr. Huangfu took in a few disciples, and sometimes when he went out to see a doctor, the disciples sat in the medical hall.

Song Ting saw that Mr. Huangfu was in charge in the lobby, so he put his mind at ease, and only after the first few patients had seen the doctor did he step forward and respectfully clenched his fists: "Mr. Huangfu."

Mr. Huangfu's hair and beard were all white, but he was full of energy, and he glanced at Song Ting, and his eyes showed two fine lights: "Gongzi is not like a sick person."

Song Ting clenched his fists: "Mr. Huangfu Mingjian, he is not sick in Xia, but he is clumsy Jing is sick." I also asked Mr. Huangfu to come over and take a look. ”

Mr. Huangfu immediately packed up the medicine box and stood up: "Please also ask Gongzi to lead the way."

After Mr. Huangfu explained the matter to his disciple, Song Ting led him into a carriage and went all the way to the Song Mansion.

When they arrived at Zhao Yuanzhen's room, Mr. Huangfu took Zhao Yuanzhen's pulse, and Song Ting, Xiaoman, Youjian, Qingzhu, Xueyan and other four people, together with Li Bo, all gathered around and watched with concern.

Zhao Yuanzhen's skin is like condensed fat, and her wrists are even fairer and delicate, if she is in the emperor's harem at this moment, there is absolutely no reason to directly touch the doctor. But Song Ting is a modern person, so he naturally won't take these things into account. The four maids were also anxious about their condition, and no one cared about these details.

But fortunately, the bead curtain on the bed was hanging down, and through the veil, Zhao Yuanzhen just stretched out a hand, but she couldn't see her face.

After Mr. Huangfu finished taking the pulse, he bluntly said that he was suffering from the wind and cold, and he could be cured by grabbing some medicine and taking it for three or five days. He also wrote a prescription and handed it to the Song court.

Song Ting saw that the prescription read: Poria cocos five coins, Banxia nine coins, Angelica sinensis four coins, Angelica Angelica eight coins, Chuanxiong eight coins, Codonopsis two and a half coins, perilla leaves two taels, licorice three coins, ephedra six coins......

Mr. Huangfu instructed: "Take the medicine according to the prescription, decoction, one dose a day." Can you write it down? ”

Xiao Man hurriedly said, "Write it down."

Song Ting nodded.

Mr. Huangfu said goodbye, and Song Ting asked Xiaoman to take ten taels of silver as a medical fee, and sent him out, and asked Li Bo to call a carriage for him.

"I'll go grab the medicine." In the room, the ghost sword snatched the prescription in Song Ting's hand and walked out quickly.

As soon as Youjian walked out of the door, Zhao Yuanzhen, who was lying on the bed in the bead curtain, began to cough non-stop, muttering something in a daze.

Song Ting didn't care much, and directly lifted the bead curtain and sat in the corner of the bed, under the pink silk quilt, the weak Zhao Yuanzhen had already lost the complexion she should have, her face was bloodless, her lips were white, her forehead was in a cold sweat, her body trembled slightly, and her body was extremely weak......

At this time, Zhao Yuanzhen only felt dizzy, couldn't lift his spirits, his eyes were blurry, and when he saw that a person was already sitting in the corner of the bed, he barely squeezed out a smile: "Xianggong, I didn't expect it...... I ......"

Song Ting grabbed her hand, and there was pity in his eyes: "Don't say it." It's not a serious illness, the doctor also said it, it's just that I have a cold, and I will be fine after taking medicine and raising it for three or five days. ”

"Hey......" Zhao Yuanzhen sighed weakly, "I wouldn't have climbed that ladder if I knew it......"

When Song Ting saw her say this, she was a little girlish, and she couldn't help but clench her hand, and said softly: "Speaking of which, blame me for this...... You've been talking to me on the rooftop for so long, blowing so much wind...... It's me who didn't take care of you. ”

Feeling the warmth transmitted by Song Ting's hands, Zhao Yuanzhen had some strange feelings in her heart, she subconsciously withdrew the hand held by Song Ting, bit her lip slightly, looked at Song Ting and said, "Aren't you angry when I say those words to you?"

"Don't be angry," Song Ting shook his head, and after breathing a sigh of relief, his face was solemn, and he said helplessly: "I respect all your choices, if you want to marry me a concubine in the future, you will marry me as a concubine, if you want to become a monk in the future, I will not stop you......"

Listening to Song Ting's words, Zhao Yuanzhen couldn't help coughing, only to feel shivering all over her body, uncomfortable and tight, and the soft silk quilt covered her body, making her forehead ooze layers of fine sweat......

"However," Song Ting paused slightly, and said, "Since you and I are husband and wife, if we are husband and wife for one day, I will take care of you for one day, and if I am a husband and wife for a lifetime, I will take care of you for a lifetime."

These words fell into Zhao Yuanzhen's ears, she heard it so clearly, looking at Song Ting, she couldn't help but feel a little moved, took the initiative to reach out and grab Song Ting's left hand, and said softly: "Xianggong......"

Song Ting held her hand and said softly: "Don't think about anything, recuperate with peace of mind......"

"Hmm."

After a while, Youjian grabbed the medicine back, and Qingzhu and Xiaoman immediately took it to the kitchen to wash and fry it, and soon there were bursts of green smoke rising over the kitchen.

When Song Ting came out of the room, she saw Xue Yan squatting at the door of the room crying, and when she saw Song Ting coming, she immediately wiped her face with her sleeve, but her eyes were still wet.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Yuanzhen suffered a little bit of cold, and a sad atmosphere was born in the whole family, crying and crying, and those who didn't speak didn't speak, and there was a very depressed feeling.

Song Ting wanted to tell them that the princess was just a little cold, nothing serious, don't be so depressed, but he still didn't say anything when the words came to his lips. Because he can see that these personal maids and Zhao Yuanzhen are ostensibly in a master-servant relationship, but in fact they are sisters. Sisterhood is deep, why should he stop others from being sad?

After the medicine was decocted, Song Ting personally fed it, thinking that he would get better after drinking the medicine, but he didn't expect Zhao Yuanzhen's condition to worsen, and at night, when he coughed, he even coughed up blood......