Just as the two servants were crying and begging the Lang Zhong of the Jishi Pavilion, pulling and pulling, they were stopped by the medicine boy who was grabbing the medicine by the side stretched out his hands to stop the two of them.

"You, eh, you let go quickly, don't want to pull and pull like this, what kind of system does this make outsiders look like? How can my master help your young master catch medicine? ”

"It's really vexatious, didn't you see that my master personally grabbed the medicine? My master has a wonderful rejuvenation technique, and your young master will definitely be able to turn the crisis into safety. ”

Immediately, the clever medicine boy was arrogant and shouted, for fear that the people outside the door would not hear this bold statement.

Pedestrians passing by the gate of Jishi Pavilion heard this crisp and loud sound, but all pedestrians who were familiar with Jishi Pavilion knew that the medicine boy must have been in the arrogant Lang Zhong who played up Jishi Pavilion, but he also knew that it was reasonable.

The doctor of this Jishi Pavilion is deeply benevolent and benevolent, in this capital city, in terms of medical ethics, Mu Zhili is so seriously ill that he can't enter the medical pavilion of others, but I am afraid that except for Jishi Pavilion, there is no second person who dares to accept it.

"Hugh wants to slip his beard and pat the horse, and compliment me on this, do you know why the master wants to grab the medicine himself? If you can grasp the dosage of the herbs and be accurate, I don't have to do it myself. Na Lang Zhong scolded gently, but the action in his hand did not stop, he concentrated on grasping the medicinal materials, and the depths of his eyes were filled with caution.

When the medicine boy who grabbed the medicine heard the soft scolding of the master, he also pretended to make a gesture, scratched his head and smiled 'hehe', but turned around and comforted the two worried servants: "You two can rest assured, my master will definitely be able to heal your young master by going out personally." ”

When Lang Zhong heard the words of his own medicine boy, he felt helpless, even Lang Zhong, who was the Jishi Pavilion, might not be able to heal, but this beloved disciple who didn't know the so-called was ashamed to say it.

Na Langzhong originally wanted to teach the medicine boy fiercely, but when he raised his head and handed over the medicine bag, he found that the two worried servants heard this, and their frowning brows relaxed a lot, and the pale young man's face also showed a smile because of this, so he didn't mention it anymore.

"This is the medicine of your young master, since I have come to my Jishi Pavilion, I am also deeply destined, and I will do my best to heal. Right now, you can relax and take care of your young master in the mansion, just this bag of medicinal materials, if you need it in the future, send someone to come directly to Jishi Pavilion to get it, so that he doesn't have to toss back and forth because of this. Na Langzhong handed the medicine bag to his servant, and cast his kind eyes on the three people, and the soft admonition fell.

"The doctor has a heart, and I thank the doctor here." Mu Zhili also supported his seriously ill body, and bowed to Na Langzhong to thank him.

"Thank you, thank you, doctor." When the two servants saw that their young master was seriously ill, they also bowed deeply as a gesture.

Perhaps it was caused by the torment of the back and forth bumps of the car, Na Mu Zhili's face was too pale and haggard at this time, and his weak body could not support it, and he was paralyzed on the left and right shoulders of the domestic servants, and the two domestic servants also supported Mu Zhili.

"Doctor, what's wrong with my young master?" One of the servants glanced at the wooden salute on his shoulder and said worriedly.

Na Langzhong glanced at the car parked in front of the Jishi Pavilion, moved Mu Zhili's eyes in a coma, and said, "If I think it's good, the car at the door belongs to your Mu Mansion, right?" It must have been caused by a bumpy drive on the road. For now, it's better to take your medication earlier. ”

"So, what then? We have to travel a distance to and from Mufu, so the young master's condition will be delayed, what should we do. The two servants looked at each other and stamped their feet in a hurry.

Na Langzhong and the medicine boy glanced at each other and nodded with deep understanding.

"This is the cabinet, why don't you let your young master rest here first, give the medicinal materials to my apprentice, let him go to the backyard to boil the medicine, and after feeding your young master the medicine, it's not too late to leave, what do you mean?" Na Langzhong stood up, lifted the colored curtain, and signaled the sound to fall.

"That's fine, I'm really sorry for your efforts, the two of us are really grateful." The servant replied excitedly in gratitude.

"Thank you, doctor, thank you, thank you." The servant handed the medicinal herbs firmly into the medicine boy's hand and said with gratitude.

"It's okay, this is what we should do in Jishi Pavilion." After the medicine boy took the medicinal herbs, he also ran to the backyard in a puff of smoke.

The two servants also set up the wooden gift in the Lang Zhong led to the cabinet, what caught the eye was a delicate bed, not only that, the bed was also quite soft, when the wooden gift lay down, it was like entering the top of the clouds, the heart was deeply comfortable, and it entered the sweet dreamland.

"This, our young master will be fine, right?" The servant looked at Mu Zhili, who had fallen asleep peacefully, and asked Na Langzhong sadly.

"Don't worry, your young master is just asleep, so it's a good thing, when he wakes up, the medicine is also boiled, and he can drink it, and then the disease will definitely be slightly better." Na Langzhong was also patiently comforting the two servants, but he was disturbed by a noise from outside the pavilion.

"Master, there is a sick person."

Lang Zhong pricked up his ears outward, and his kind eyes turned to Mu Zhili, and he lowered his voice and told the two servants in the cabinet: "There is still an urgent matter outside, you are guarding here, so as not to disturb the patient's rest, and after the medicine is boiled, someone will be sent to the cabinet in the next place." ”

When Na Langzhong walked out of the cabinet, the two servants did not dare to make a sound, cautiously found a place to stay, and looked melancholy at the wooden rite on the bed.

"What are you shouting out there? Jishige must not make loud noises, don't you know? There are sick people who come here, and your shouting is disturbing the patient's mood and disturbing the patient's purity, but how can it be good? Na Lang frowned between his eyebrows, and the low roar fell.

"I know I'm wrong, Master." The medicine boy looked around, replied with guilt, and then thought of something important.

"But, Master, the stubborn illness of the young master of the Mu family can't be cured, right? Fang Cai, why didn't you tell your apprentice? That way, the apprentice wouldn't have sworn in front of the two of them. The medicine boy who grabbed the medicine also scratched his ears and cheeks, and stomped his feet anxiously, wandering back and forth.

"Don't be impatient, don't let others see the jokes, you know everything?" Lang Zhong was also indifferent, and this voice fell.

"Yes, Master, the apprentice has seen it when decocting the medicine, there are some medicinal materials that are very valuable, although I don't know what medicinal properties they are, but if it is not a serious and stubborn disease, there is no need to use it, Master, you said, if it is used, the disease must be incurable." The medicine boy was also worried, recalling Fang Cai's big words, and he was deeply guilty, to the young master of the Mu family, or to Ji Shige.

"Fang Cai, I didn't stop your words in time, because I saw that the young master of the Mu family seemed to be touched when he heard your words, and his expression calmed down a lot. You must know that if you have a stubborn illness like him, you should not be angry, or depressed, if you are depressed, I am afraid that you will not survive for half a year. Na Langzhong looked in the direction of the cabinet, lowered his voice, and fell with a sigh of deep regret.

"Master, but in that case, if you can't heal the young master of the Mu family, I heard that the Mu family has a great cause, then wouldn't our Jishi Pavilion be unlucky? It's all because the apprentice is not good, and in front of the people of the Mu family, he caused such a big disaster. The medicine boy was also guilty, his eyebrows were full of sadness, and his face was full of melancholy.

The capital of Qiufu.

"What has the young master been doing these days? It's not like Mu Ling'er, just wait for the day of marriage, why do you let you and me come to this remote gateway place in the streets and alleys at this time? Isn't that the gateway the place where the young master's golden house hides Jiaojiao? Butler Qiu, who was standing outside the main entrance of the mansion, joked to the subordinate who was reading the drawings.

"Steward Qiu, what you said is too cranky, if the young master hears it, he will definitely be angry, is the young master the kind of person who is in the twilight? In the past, the young master didn't even have a maid next to Miss Mu's side, and we were all taken care of by our subordinates. The subordinate looked at a drawing in his hand, probing left and right.

"This way, Steward Qiu, the young master said that he would definitely be able to find it along this drawing, and also instructed the little one, let you see it with your own eyes, so that the young master can ask the master for instructions, the words are quite mysterious, and he muttered. Eh, don't look at me, I don't know what's going on, let's just go and see. The subordinate looked at the drawings in his hand, and pondered about it, and walked quickly towards the streets and alleys of the bend of the Qiu Mansion, and the Qiu Steward followed closely behind.

"Which family is this painting, young master? It's all the same on this drawing, and I can't see which one I'm looking for, to say, the young master's painting really can't be appreciated. Steward Naqiu looked at the drawings spread out by his subordinates, and fell indifferently.

When Qiu Ziyu was angry, the floating shadow in the depths of his mind was deep and remote, and naturally, the portal drawn by Qiu Ziyu was slightly different.

The subordinate was about to argue for the young master, when there was a sound at the bend of the remote street, a knock on the door, and the two of them were about to walk out of the corner, and a soft and crisp sound sounded.

"You're here to greet me? How did you know Ling'er was coming? That Mu Ling'er was deeply shy and ambiguous in her words.

"Ling'er, didn't you say it all? Because of the marriage, you didn't meet Qiu Ziyu anymore before you got married, of course I knew that you would come, in the past, you came diligently, and now, if you don't see Qiu Ziyu, you will have more time to come here, right? ”

Steward Qiu and Qiu Tong glanced at each other indifferently, and the depths of those eyes were filled with consternation, touching the heartstrings, as if setting off a stormy wave.