Chapter 361 Request for Pulse

On the other side, Nan Xuanchen and Feng Tianwan took a carriage to the Earl's Mansion.

It was inevitably hot in the carriage, and Feng Tianwan had to keep shaking the fan, but despite this, beads of sweat still appeared on her forehead.

Nan Xuanchen gently wiped her sweat beads, and said, "This Tianlin's summer is much more difficult than that of Qi Guo, and it is so hot that there is no wind. ”

Feng Tianwan nodded, and then she looked at Nan Xuanchen and said, "You don't seem to be very afraid of heat." ”

She was already afraid of cold, and she couldn't even stand the hot weather, why didn't Nan Xuanchen have any beads of sweat

Nan Xuanchen smiled and explained, "It's true that I'm not afraid of the cold, nor am I afraid of the heat, and this is related to the exercises I practice. In the early years, in order to resist the Blood Gu, I had to practice the Yin and Yang Mutual Restraint Exercises, which was a little uncomfortable at first, but later when I reached a certain realm, it was much easier. Now that my Blood Gu has been unraveled, this technique has been upgraded to another level. ”

Feng Tianwan pursed her lips.

Looking at the way he said it lightly, it really didn't seem to be a big deal

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Nan Xuanchen took the fan and shook it for her.

Feng Tianwan quipped, "Being served by King Chen is really a blessing from the cultivation of three lives." ”

"Yes, yes, I can serve you, and it is also my blessing."

Hearing this, Feng Tian was even happier at night, closed his eyes and leaned comfortably, finally feeling better.

Soon arrived at the Earl's Palace, which was quite elegant.

Fang Cai Nan Xuanchen had already told her that this Lin Shengtian was able to be civil and martial, and in the early years, he was a general who held military power, and with him in charge, no one dared to invade Tianlin. Later, the old emperor was put on the throne by him, and he handed over his military power and became a civil minister.

He promoted a lot of talents, and there were his protΓ©gΓ©s both inside and out, and everyone sold him three points of face. It can also be said that if his feet shake slightly, Tianlin will be able to change the sky.

It's a pity that Lin Shengtian only has one son, but he died on the battlefield many years ago, leaving an orphan daughter, Lin Shengtian slowly retired and took care of his granddaughter with his heart.

The status of the Earl's Mansion was not low, but the servants were dressed plainly, and there were no extravagant furnishings in the mansion.

Listening to the housekeeper's meaning, Lin Shengtian rarely uses ice on weekdays, and always feels that it is extravagant and wasteful, because he received them today, so he specially ordered someone to prepare an ice basin.

In the small hall, there are really a few ice basins, bubbling cold, and the hall is cool and shady.

Lin Shengtian's hair and beard are already gray, he is seventy years old, his spirit is still good, his clothes are simple, and there is only an ancient rattan pinned to his bun.

Next to him, there was a delicate woman making tea.

Seeing Nan Xuanchen and the two coming in, the woman stopped her movements and looked up.

The woman was wearing a green emerald smoke shirt, but the pleated skirt was embroidered with fine petals, and a little pink and turquoise blended together, just right. She has apricot face and peach cheeks, willow eyebrows like smoke, at a glance, I feel that this woman is extremely gentle, plus her skin is like coagulation, and her breath is like a lan, which is really charming and amazing.

When she saw Nan Xuanchen, a faint smile rose on the corner of her mouth, "Brother Chen, grandpa has been thinking about you just now, you can be regarded as coming." ”

Nan Xuanchen nodded without changing his face, he took Feng Tian in front of the evening, and said, "Old man Lin, this is the girl of the Feng family, and she is my fiancΓ©e. ”

Feng Tianwan followed Nan Xuanchen to Lin Shengtian to salute and say goodbye, and then Nan Xuanchen looked at the woman again and said, "This is the granddaughter of Old Man Lin, you can call her Sister Qiuyan, she is two years older than you." ”

The smile on the corner of Lin Qiuyan's mouth froze, and then returned to normal.

Nan Xuanchen spoke like this, not only giving Feng Qian a late title, but also clearly distinguishing the relationship between himself and Lin Qiuyan.

It's just that Lin Qiuyan smiled softly and lovely, but she grabbed Feng Qianwan's hand instead, "You are Sister Tingwan, I've heard of you before, and I can finally see you today." ”

Although Lin Qiuyan is the daughter of a big family, her hands are not delicate, and she seems to be a little calloused.

Feng Tianwan touched that moment, and shook his head slightly.

"Sister Qiuyan is polite." Feng Tianwan said.

When Lin Qiuyan heard the shout, he smiled more softly and said to Lin Shengtian

"Grandpa, I just said, Sister Tingwan will definitely like me, you still don't believe it."

Lin Shengtian smiled and said, "Yes, it's rare for you to have the right eye." ”

After they sat down, Lin Qiuyan handed them the brewed tea.

Nan Xuanchen took it and accidentally touched her hand, Lin Qiuyan's face turned red, he lowered his head and retreated to his position, his mind was full of thoughts, and he stopped talking.

Lin Shengtian didn't notice his granddaughter's emotions, but said, "Miss Feng, the old man knew that you were in the palace, and I wanted to ask the emperor to let you come here, but I didn't expect you to go to King Ji's Mansion again, so the old man handed over the post, hoping that it didn't bother you." ”

Feng Tianwan was stunned, "Old Man Lin wants to see me"

She also thought that Lin Shengtian wanted to see Nan Xuanchen, but she just wanted to see her by the way.

Lin Shengtian's face sank, and he nodded slightly, "That's right, I heard that you have excellent medical skills, so I thought about letting Miss Feng take the pulse." ”

"Is Old Man Lin feeling unwell?" asked Feng Tianwan.

"yes, I'm getting worse and worse." Old Man Lin sighed, "

But Qiu Yan hasn't gotten married yet, I still want to watch Qiu Yan get married and have children, so that I can lie in the coffin with peace of mind. ”

Lin Qiuyan's eyes turned red instantly, and he quickly grabbed Lin Shengtian's hand, "Grandpa, what are you talking about, you will definitely live a hundred years." ”

Feng Qian thought about it for a long time, thinking that Lin Shengtian was willing to help King Ji's Mansion survive this catastrophe this time, but he was actually coming for her.

People's hearts are complicated, she understands this truth, and feelings are not useful all the time.

Seeing that Lin Shengtian's body is still tough, it is no problem to live a few more years, but he still needs to take the pulse to know the situation.

"Then I'll take the pulse of Old Man Lin first." Feng Tianwan said.

"I'm tired." As soon as Lin Shengtian's eyes moved, the servant hurriedly prepared hand cushions and set up stools.

Feng Tianwan first touched Lin Shengtian's pulse, and asked about some living and eating habits, and only after half a ring, she said, "Old man Lin just has some heart palpitations, because he is overthinking, and the weather is hot, so he will feel that it is difficult to breathe, as long as the temperature is properly cooled, it will not be a problem." ”

"Really," Lin Qiuyan was skeptical, "Grandpa has often said it these days."

His chest was tight, and he didn't have much appetite to eat. ”

"It's not a big obstacle, it's just hot, and people naturally don't have the appetite to eat." Feng Qianwan said seriously, "You can cook some sour plum soup to appetize, but the old man can taste half a bowl, and you must not drink too much." ”

"Since Miss Feng said that I am fine, then I am relieved." Lin Shengtian put down his hand and smiled.

The corners of Feng Tianwan's mouth hooked, "Old Man Lin has a tough body, and he is better than young people." ”

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