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"Gege auspicious." Sixi entered the house and took the lead in giving Ji Wanrong a thousand salutes.

"Sixi's father-in-law is polite." Ji Wanrong smiled and said, "The fourth master has arrived at the Criminal Department?" ”

"The master arrived, so he ordered the slave to bring Lang Zhong to see the sick." Sixi listened to Ji Wanrong's words of concern for Yinzhen, and then hurriedly said, "The master has ordered, be sure to give Mrs. a good diagnosis." ”

"There are two of them." Ji Wanrong nodded, and then stood up, "Lang Zhong go in with me, my mother doesn't want to show her sick appearance, and she still wants to diagnose the pulse." ”

Lang Zhong, who was standing on the side, didn't speak, Sixi is a minion, and it is right to salute Ji Wanrong, but he is not.

Hearing Ji Wanrong's words at this time, Lang Zhong was stunned for a moment, and then raised his head to look at Ji Wanrong.

When he entered the room just now, he kept hanging his head, and he didn't dare to look at Ji Wanrong's face.

After all, it's a woman with four Baylors, how can she look at it casually.

There is a little father-in-law standing next to him, if he says a few more words, his little life will be over.

This man was not very old, and he looked like he was in his early twenties, wearing a silver-gray robe, flat and flat without a trace of wrinkles.

As soon as the wind passed through the hall, the fabric actually moved with the wind, like sparkling.

Ji Wanrong looked up along the corner of his clothes, only to find that Lang Zhong raised his head, and that face made her feel a little gentle.

Yinzhen's appearance is delicate and a little domineering, with sharp edges and corners.

But this person, his eyebrows are soft, and he looks like a spring breeze, a healer, but he looks like a kind person.

"I don't know if Lang Zhong can do it? Don't know your last name? How to call it? Ji Wanrong saw that this person was silent, so she continued to ask.

"Don't give your surname Wei, your name is dusty. The nobleman can call me Wei Langzhong. Wei Chenfeng lowered his gaze and said, "It is not impossible to diagnose the pulse of the suspensory filament, but if you want to cut off the root of the disease, you must look at it and ask about it." ”

His voice was not as gentle as a human being, a little hoarse, and it sounded like a young man's voice, with a bit of sharpness.

When Ji Wanrong heard this, she couldn't help but smile.

There is a poem that says, "I have a scoop of wine, enough to comfort the wind and dust." ”

Now this person is called Dust Wind.

"It's okay, let's take the pulse first, my mother doesn't want to show it." Ji Wanrong saw that he rejected herself from the side, so she looked at Sixi and said, "Sixi father-in-law, is this okay?" ”

"Gege is whatever he says, Wei Langzhong go and take a look, it's not too early." Sixi didn't agree, and responded with a smile.

Wei Chenfeng was helpless, so he nodded, and then followed Ji Wanrong to the inner room.

Potatoes had been placed in Fucha's armpits, the bed curtains had been lowered, and screens had been placed in the room.

Ji Wanrong bypassed the screen and sat on the edge of the bed, and then said in a low voice, "Eniang, Wei Langzhong has come to see you sick." ”

"Multi-...... Ahem, ahem, thank you. Fucha coughed and said, this acting is also a good hand.

Ji Wanrong wrapped a golden thread around Fucha's arm, and then said to Wei Chenfeng, "Wei Langzhong, it's already tied." ”

"Okay, there are noble people." Wei Chenfeng sat on the stool, and only then did he diagnose the pulse.

For a moment, he felt that the pulse of the Fucha clan was weak and unusual to ordinary people, and he couldn't help frowning, and checked the pulse several times, and then he couldn't help but say, "Noble, your wife's illness is very strange, the pulse is sometimes strong and weak, and Xiaosheng is still unprecedented." ”