Zhang Zhang smiled slightly and said, "Is your young lady in the house?" ”

Ling'er glanced at Zhang Li with a smile, and her expression was strange: "Yes, Miss is playing the qin!" When I heard your name from the Menzi, I ran out to meet you! ”

Ling'er walked into Qingxi Xiaozhu with tension.

This is a house built on the mountain, and as soon as Zhang Li enters the gate, he finds that the corridors on both sides are steps, which lead to the top.

The guardrails and beams are all kinds of stone carvings carved with exquisite lines, such as lion patterns, cloud patterns, wave patterns, etc., these stone carvings are simple and elegant, revealing a breath of everyone's spirit.

Walking up the stairs to the end of the corridor, Zhang Li saw a lotus pond. The lotus flowers are out of season, but the lotus leaves fill the whole pond, and occasionally the fish jumps out, adding a bit of interest.

A winding bridge corridor leads to the center of the lotus pond. A small stream in the distance poured into the pond, and the sound of rushing water reached the ears of tension, and I couldn't help but be a little intoxicated.

There is a small pavilion in the lotus pond, the pavilion is not big, but the eaves of the pavilion are painted vermilion, and the shadow appears in the middle of the lotus leaves full of ponds, which makes people feel more and more relaxed.

Ling'er walked quickly to the small pavilion, and as soon as she turned a corner, Ling'er's figure disappeared into the lush pool of lotus leaves.

Zhang Zhang quickened his pace, and was about to keep up with Ling'er, when suddenly a melodious sound of the piano came out from the pavilion deep in the lotus leaves.

In the past, Bai Juyi's "Pipa Xing" once wrote, "The big strings are noisy like torrential rain, and the small strings are cut like whispers." Noisy and staggered, big beads and small beads fall on the jade plate. Zhang Li is not very proficient in music, and it is difficult to describe the sound of the piano he heard at this time, but he feels that what comes to mind is the music depicted in Bai Juyi's "Pipa Xing"!

Walking to the sound of the piano, Zhang Zhang turned three corners before he saw the jade man in the pavilion!

But I saw Ruochen wearing a hibiscus-colored peach plain makeup gauze shirt, wearing a lychee pattern red background thin smoke veil, combing a hibiscus Guiyun bun on his head, and was bowing his head and flicking the guzheng.

The guzheng was placed on a delicate small table, and wisps of light incense were burning at both ends!

The sun had completely set, and the half-crescent moon seemed to be a smiling face, smiling at Zhang Li.

Ling'er lit the candle, and she didn't dare to disturb the young lady before she finished the song.

Zhang Zhang couldn't help but chant loudly: "The water bath is cool and the wind is in, and the fish scales are damaged and broken. On a good day and night, the wine is full, the heart is drunk, it is difficult to sleep, and the southwest moon sets in the city. ”

The sound of the piano stopped suddenly, Ruochen raised his head, saw the tension, and muttered in his mouth: "Good day and night, full of wine, self-intoxicated, sad and sleeping......"

"What a song "Heavenly Fairy"!" Ling'er followed Ruochen's side, and she also learned poetry since she was a child, and as soon as she heard the words chanted by Zhang Li, she knew that this was "Heavenly Fairy".

Zhang Zhang smiled slightly, but he was a little reluctant in his heart, and secretly thought to himself: Nalan Da Ciren, if I travel to the Han and Tang Dynasties, I will definitely not need your big hand. But when I traveled to the end of the Ming Dynasty, I really can't think of anyone else whose literary talent can compete with you. I can't say it, I can only "borrow" more from your poems in the future.

This poem "Heavenly Fairy" was written by Nalan Xingde of the Qing Dynasty, who was evaluated by Wang Guowei as "since the Northern Song Dynasty, just one person", and the tension responded to the scene and involuntarily chanted.

Ruochen looked at Zhang Zhang in a daze, for a long time, before he asked with some disbelief: "Is this the word you composed?" ”

Zhang Li bowed slightly, and did not explain too much.

Ruochen couldn't help but chant again: "Good day and good night, full of wine, drunk, sad and sleepy!" Good! Good words! Ruochen turned his head to Ling'er and said, "Take the piano down, make a pot of flower carving, and I'll discuss the medical skills with the little divine doctor......

This "little miracle doctor" heard the tension and bones lightened, but his mouth said: "I'm presumptuous." Originally, I went to Bao'en Temple to inquire in the next day, but no one knew the location of this Qingxi small building, and wasted a whole day, and finally knew the direction from the mouth of the old monk who swept the ground. It was another ten miles away, so it was getting late when we got here......"

Ruochen smiled faintly: "It's okay, I originally intended to ask you for medical advice!" If it's late, someone will arrange a sedan chair to send you back, and you won't miss something. Ling'er, you go and inform the next and arrange the sedan chair. ”

Ling'er removed the zither, said yes, and turned to leave.

Ruochen frowned lightly and asked, "Little Divine Doctor, please take a seat." The hemiplegic patient in the Rejuvenation Hall before, are you sure that you can cure it? ”

Zhang Zhang sat opposite Ruochen, thought for a while and said, "Seven or eight percent sure." ”

Ruochen's eyes lit up: "I want to hear it in detail." ”

Zhang Zhang said: "That patient is a wind evil entering the body, and the syndrome is 'partial dry'. The recipe for adding and subtracting aconitum decoction under me, if he takes it normally, supplemented with gold needles, it should have a good effect. ”

When Ruochen heard the golden needle, he became interested and asked, "What acupuncture points do you want to acupuncture?" ”

Zhang Zhang said slowly: "When taking the left shoulder acupoint, the shoulder chastity acupoint, and the scapular well acupoint to inflict failure on the patient's left upper limb; Then take Quchi acupoint, Yanglingquan acupoint, and Zusanli acupoint to inflict failure on the patient's left lower limb. If these six injections are performed, the patient should have a good chance of getting better. ”

Ruochen nodded and sighed: "Alas, it's a pity that Ji Langzhong killed the patient, otherwise I really want to see the effect with my own eyes!" ”

Zhang Zhang followed the words, got up and said: "The world is unpredictable, thank you Miss Ruochen for coming to the rescue, otherwise you will definitely lose your head in the future." ”

Ruo Chen waved his hand lightly and said, "It's a trivial matter, it's not worth mentioning." ”

Zhang Zhang smiled slightly and said, "If the patient's condition improves, a few more herbs will need to be added in the end, so as to invigorate qi and blood, and dredge the meridians." ”

Ruochen asked, "Oh? What herbs do you need to add? ”

Zhang Zhang said: "Jataman, **, myrrh, deer horn gum, chicken blood vine." ”

Ruochen nodded, looking thoughtful.

Ling'er called for a pot of flower carvings, the wine pot was a group target hooked head chicken barnacles, and there were two delicate red gold diamond flower rhino horn cups on the wine plate.

After pouring a glass of wine for Zhang Zhang and Ruochen, Ling'er stepped aside.

Ruochen raised his glass and said, "Little Divine Doctor, I salute you, thank you for curing my illness." ”

Zhang Li hurriedly raised his glass and said, "It's just a gesture, Miss Ruochen is polite." ”

Ruo Chen's wide sleeves covered the wine glass, tilted his head slightly, and drank it all.

Zhang Li also drank the wine in the cup, only to feel that the wine was quite light, and there was a faint fragrance soaking his throat.

The standard of fine wine in the Ming Dynasty was "the light wine is the first, the bitter is second, and the sweet is the lowest". In other words, this kind of Huadiao with a faint aroma of wine is the best quality, while spirits such as burning knives are one grade worse, and sweet glutinous rice wine is the worst one.

After a full drink in the morning, his cheeks flushed slightly.

Seeing that Ruochen stopped talking, Zhang Zhang quipped: "I have a joke, would it be good to tell Miss Ruochen about it?" ”

Ruochen smiled: "You say." ”

Zhang Zhang said: "Someone is good at wine, and in a dream I saw someone giving him wine to eat, and he was too cold to ask someone to heat it." Unexpectedly, he woke up at this time, he regretted it, and sighed again and again, "I would have woken up if I knew it, why not eat some cold food!" ’”

"Giggles-" Ling'er on the side smiled and bent over, Ruochen also smiled, and said, "You are still interesting!" ”

Ruo Chen looked at the fresh, handsome, heroic tension, and a slight ripple rippled in his heart: the talented young man in front of him was not only proficient in medical skills, but he didn't expect his literary talent to be so outstanding, and he didn't know if he could cure his mother's hemiplegia......

For a while, Ruo Chen's heart couldn't help but flutter, and his thoughts flew to his hemiplegic mother at home-

Zhang Zhang didn't notice anything unusual, the two ate for a while, and Ruochen asked Ling'er to serve a few more delicate side dishes, and ate them until the middle of the moon.

Ruochen was a little sleepy, so he asked Ling'er to call a sedan chair and send Zhang Zhang back to Penglai County.

Ling'er has a token given by the prefect Li, so even at night, the soldiers guarding the gate in Penglai County will open the door and let the sedan chair into the city.

Zhang Zhang was in a good mood today, drank a few more glasses, and fell asleep after returning to the house not long after.

……

In the early morning of the second day, Zhang Li remembered that the prefect Li still needed to go to the prefect for a follow-up visit, so he hurried to the prefect's yamen.

Zhang Zhang gave the prefect Li a follow-up visit, and the situation was quite good, and Li Li's yang energy gradually recovered, and he praised Zhang Li a few words.

After returning home, Zhang Li rested for a day, and the next day he went to Qingxi Xiaozhu.

This time he was familiar with the road, and Zhang Zhang soon arrived in front of the small building gate of Qingxi.

However, the familiar doors were gone, and the two gates were locked by a large iron general, and no one seemed to be there.

Zhang Li knocked on the door, but no one answered, so he waited outside the door. I waited for a whole day, and no one returned.

Maybe Miss Ruochen went on a trip, seeing that it was not early, she returned to Penglai County in a huff.

Two days later, Zhang Zhang went to visit again, but there was still no one in Qingxi Xiaozhu.

Helplessly, Zhang Zhang could only return to Penglai, and the days passed day by day.

A month passed in the blink of an eye, and in addition to often treating the eunuchs in the city, if ordinary people asked to come to the door, they would not refuse, and gradually became famous. It's just that after the Huichun Hall incident, Kang Xing'an is responsible for all the decoctions, and he will no longer take others lightly.

In the afternoon of this day, Zhang Zhang was taking a lunch break in the bedroom, and suddenly Kang Xingan hurriedly ran in: "Young master, young master!" There's a sick child out there, and he's got a terrible fever, so let's go and see it—"

Zhang Li was lying on the rattan chair and dozing off, but when he heard this, he quickly stood up: "Is it a fever?" ”

Kang Xingan nodded: "I touched it with my hands, it's very hot!" I asked my family to wait in the front yard with their sick children! ”

Due to the increasing number of patients seeking Zhang Li to see a doctor, the wing room in the front yard was cleaned out and used as a consultation room.

"Okay, I'll go see it right away!" As he spoke, tension walked briskly to the front yard.

When I arrived at the front room, I saw a man about 40 years old, wearing a blue crewneck shirt and a square scarf on his head, pacing anxiously in the room.

On the hospital bed in the wing room lay a little boy of six or seven years old, his face flushed and he cried out in pain from time to time.

Beside the little boy, a middle-aged woman with high hair in a high bun and a moon-white silk shirt, her eyes were red, and she was weeping as she watched the child.