This white and fat person is Diao Xihai, the chief manager of Qingluan Palace, he is about forty years old, and for unknown reasons in his thirties, his hair and eyebrows turned white overnight, and his face was even more pale and reflective, and his face has not changed in the slightest for more than ten years, only his body is like blowing air, and it is getting rounder and rounder year by year.

"Mr. Diao, no courtesy." Chu Lin hid in the big air, deliberately lowered his voice, and said in a hoarse voice.

"King Yan, the slave got the news earlier, and immediately cleaned up the Feiyun Palace, where the master is used to living, I don't know if it still suits my preference?" Diao Xihai led the way in front, turned around and said to Chu Lin flatteringly. Don't look at his bloated body like a ball, but he walks very vigorously.

"Fortunately, Manager Diao remembered that he was tired." Chu Lin whispered.

When Zhao Ji'an heard this, he immediately took out fifty taels of silver and stuffed it to Diao Xihai.

"It's all what a slave should do, how can you afford it?" Diao Xihai had a frightened expression on his face.

"You should take the prince's reward. It's just the same, the prince is sick, and it is not appropriate to disturb. He Lian walked up to him and said.

"Yes, yes." Diao Xihai nodded and agreed like pounding garlic, and quietly hid the silver ingot in his sleeve.

The whole red wall and golden tiles shone in the sun, and people did not dare to look up. Du Meiming was just Chu Lin's servant on his face, and no one cared about this thin young man who followed behind with his head down.

The palace in the palace is magnificent and majestic, Diao Xihai led everyone through the garden full of exotic flowers and plants, through the river embankment where the willows are still around, and finally arrived at a gorgeous and tall palace, the top of the vermilion palace gate, the ebony plaque hanging high, on which are inscribed with the three vigorous and powerful characters of the Feiyun Palace.

The solemn palace gate was wide open, and dozens of palace maids and attendants had already stood in two rows, and when they saw their group coming, they saluted together.

Chu Lin waved his hand and walked straight in. Diao Xihai glanced at the stewards of Feiyun Palace, and everyone immediately dispersed, and they were busy.

Feiyun Hall is not big, just a five-entry courtyard, but it is a very delicate place, carved railings and paintings, eaves flying pavilions, and the furnishings in the house are also very elegant. The flowers and trees in the courtyard are lush and green, and they seem to have been newly built, exuding a fresh smell.

Chu Lin sat down in the main hall, and also rewarded He Lian to sit down, and the palace maids served tea one by one.

"The palace is not as good as the palace, and Lord Yan still asks for it." Diao Xihai bowed and stood aside.

"It doesn't matter." Chu Lin took a sip of tea, this snow peak cloud and mist seemed to be old.

"The prince came from afar, and he is sick, do you want to rest for a while and then pass on dinner?" Diao Xihai peeked at Chu Lin.

"Well, it's okay, you can go yourself, I don't need so many people here." Chu Lin frowned and looked at the palace maids and chamberlains standing everywhere.

"You are the only master in this palace, and they all want to be loyal." Diao Xihai's face was full of smiles.

King Yan has never liked to serve many people, but if he doesn't arrange it and spread it to the palace, don't say that the emperor, even the queen mother, he will not have a good time, and he will be cured of the crime of neglect.

"The prince is here to recuperate in the soup, and many of you are upset when he looks at it. Besides, do you think I can't take good care of him? He Lian said slowly.

"No, no, Imperial Doctor He's words are serious, I'll let people serve in the outer hall." Diao Xihai's sweat came out densely.

"This king is tired, go down." Chu Lin glanced at Du Meidao, who was standing by the door, with his head bowed.

"Yes, yes, yes." Diao Xihai led a group of people to wait away.

The hall was clean all of a sudden, but it felt empty, Zhao Ji'an took the guards to guard outside the hall, and Luo Man, the little apprentice of He Lian, carefully sorted out the medicinal materials in the side hall, and prepared a small tandoor and a medicine jar.

"Mei'er, there's no one else here, come quickly." Chu Lin took off his big hat and greeted Du Mei with a smile.

Chu Lin shouted naturally and appropriately, causing He Lian to look curiously at the young man in green shirts at the door.

Du Mei was called by Chu Lin so affectionately, and her face was a little embarrassed, but in front of her was the orthopedic doctor she admired, she covered her little daughter's attitude, and approached generously.

"Greetings to Imperial Doctor He." Dumay bent down.

"I can't help it, I can't help it, you're a seven-grade woman." When He Lian saw Du Mei saluting him, he immediately stood up and supported him with his arm, and bowed down to himself.

"Mer'er come and sit, Morley, pedantic old man." Chu Lin pulled Du Mei next to him and sneered.

"Imperial Doctor He is obviously in the prime of life." Du Mei glanced at Chu Lin, this was a doctor she admired very much, and she couldn't tolerate the slightest blasphemy.

He Lian was secretly surprised when he saw the conversation and expression between Du Mei and Chu Lin. A royal family like King Yan who was born noble and handsome was the object of many famous and noble women in the capital.

They pretend to be dignified and elegant, gentle and lovely like flowers that have been picked, after a short period of beauty, it is eternal withering, where dare to speak to people as vividly and calmly as she is.

"Ahem." Chu Lin saw He Lian staring at her, he was unhappy, and coughed.

"Oh, I heard King Yan say, do you have something to ask me?" He Lian cleared his throat and asked seriously.

"I just have a question I want to ask...... Du Mei told Huang Yiping's illness as it was, and also said what drugs he had used and what methods he had tried.

"Du Ruren is a female doctor?" After listening to Du Mei's words, He Lian asked in disbelief, if it weren't for a doctor, he wouldn't have been able to explain pathological pharmacology so clearly.

"I learned it from my Uncle Zhong Yu, and I know a little bit." Dume said modestly.

"Zhong Yu? Zhong Yu in Sheshan Town?! He Lian raised his eyebrows and asked a little surprised.

"Yes, Imperial Doctor He recognizes my uncle?" Du Mei was a little overjoyed.

"Although I have never met him, he has been known for a long time, and your uncle is a saint in the wound department." He Lian shook his head repeatedly.

"This is strange, my uncle also admires you very much, saying that you are the first person to cure bones." Du Mei said with a grin.

"On the day of his life, I will visit him and learn a thing or two with him." He Lian's heart suddenly rose with a feeling of sympathy.

"Why don't you just Chongyang, my uncle will come to Dujiagou, you can also come, by the way, give my master a look at the waist bone?" When Du Mei heard this, he immediately sent out an invitation.

"This ......" He Lian groaned, turning his head to look at Chu Lin.

The Emperor not only has to sacrifice to the sky and beg for a bumper harvest of grains, the wind and rain are smooth, but also to feast on the elders of the old ministers or courtiers' families at night, which has shown care and compassion.

On this day, the Royal Hospital is not allowed to take leave, because the people who participate in the banquet are all old people, due to excessive excitement, or excessive drinking and sudden stroke, some have crooked ears and noses, or fall off the carriage and horses, break arms and legs, all these things, too many to mention, in short, it is easy to have various conditions, for this reason, the Royal Hospital needs to wait until the end of the banquet.

"If it must be Chongyang, I'm afraid it's too late." Chu Lin was a little unhappy, listening to Du Mei's tone, what is important about the Double Ninth Festival, Du Jiagou.

"It's okay for two days before and after, and the patriarch said that he would open an ancestral hall for three days." Du Mei was thinking about how to invite He Lian there, so he didn't pay much attention to Chu Lin's getting worse and worse.

"That's good, why don't you just do it on the third day." He Lian didn't wait for Chu Lin to speak, and agreed to it.

"Okay, the matter is decided, why don't you hurry up and prepare the medicinal materials for the evening!" Chu Lin drove people away with an unkind face.

"Yes." He Lian got up and said goodbye, he didn't know why this master suddenly changed his face, could it be that he offended him somewhere?

"Go lie down and look at your face." Chu Lin was reluctant in his heart, but his words were stern. He was angry that Dumei didn't specifically invite him for the Double Ninth Festival.

"I'm not tired, I slept well in the carriage." Du Mei didn't hear that he was forbearing, and he was stubborn with him.

"You want me to send you there?" Chu Lin got up, bent down and hugged Du Mei horizontally, and walked straight inside.

"Let me down, be careful for people to see!" Du Mei was too frightened to speak loudly, and his eyes were staring around.

"Ji'an is outside, no one will approach." Chu Lin strode into the bedroom with Du Mei in his arms.

"But it's not okay to be seen by Zhao Ji'an." Du Mei buried her head in Chu Lin's arms and said shyly.

"I know how to be shy at this time, didn't I talk and laugh with He Lian just now." Chu Lin couldn't help but slander with jealousy.

Her current appearance is like a cat, which really makes Chu Lin hard-hearted and angry with her, so he had to kiss her on the forehead, which should be punished.

"Well, sleep for a while, and make medicinal soup at night." Chu Lin placed Du Mei on the Nanmu big bed and helped her take off her shoes.

"Why don't you go?" Du Mei unconsciously held Chu Lin's hand and looked around the bedroom.

The room is so deserted that it doesn't feel warm, a seven-leaf landscape screen divides the room into two, except for the large bed on this side is a hanger and a cage, and on the other side you can faintly see the legs of a table and a chair, probably a place to sit.

"You want me to lie down with you for a while?" Chu Lin smiled brightly like the sun, and the room obviously felt bright.

"Don't." Du Mei let go of his hand and turned over to ignore him.

"Sleep well." Chu Lin didn't bother her, and pulled the brocade quilt next to her to help her cover it.

By the end of the evening, the mist in the mountains had spread and the sky had darkened. Chu Lin, who was reading a book behind the screen, was also a little tired, and the front hall was afraid that dinner was being prepared, and he could hear the sound of porcelain bumping despite being careful.

"Third brother?" Du Mei woke up, couldn't see Chu Lin beside her, and was shocked.

"Wake up, do you want tea?" Chu Lin heard her call and walked over quickly.

"Hmm." Du Mei was uncovered, and he felt that he slept a little dry.

"Knock knock." Du Mei drank a warm cup of tea in one go.

"Get up and wash your face, it's time to eat." Chu Lin kissed the corner of her mouth and helped her.

Wash your face and hands, and when Du Mei cleans up, the palace maid outside will come to invite.

Chu Lin has never liked a lot of people, and the palace maids and chamberlains of Feiyun Hall are very idle, so in addition to serving washing and serving meals, no one usually wants to be bored and come to him.

Chu Lin walked in front with his hands in his hands, and Du Mei followed behind with his head down.

He Lian and the little apprentice dined in the side hall, there was only one master in this room, Chu Lin, but there were two palace maids carrying vegetables and cloth soup, and two palace maids were serving with hot water and towels at any time.

Chu Lin sat down at the table, and Du Mei stood behind him, looking at the dress on the palace maid out of the corner of his eye.

"Go down, all of you, and have her to serve you." Chu Lin waved his hand with a cold face.