Yuan Yiqing handed the two prescriptions to Song Zihan and put down the pen in his hand.

Seeing this, the servant took away the pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and other tools on the table.

Song Zihan took the prescription, looked at the handwriting on the paper, raised his eyebrows, and asked curiously:

"The calligraphy of the real person is obtained by copying the line of the right army of the king?

Zihan was fortunate to get the calligraphy of Mr. Youjun, and the handwriting of the real person is almost the same as the style of Wang Youjun's line. ”

“……”

When Yuan Yiqing heard Song Zihan's words, he was slightly stunned, and many chaotic thoughts suddenly surged out of his mind:

"It's very similar to Wang Youjun's handwriting? I don't remember that I had ever practiced calligraphy, probably during the time period represented by the part of my memory that I had lost in this life.

So, what is my identity in this world? If I can't unravel this deepest obsession in my heart, I guess I'll have a split personality......"

Song Zihan saw that Yuan Yiqing was suddenly stunned because of his own problem, and thought that his words touched the sadness that Yuan Yiqing didn't want to recall, and shouted softly on the side: "Real person!" Reality! ”

Hearing the shout in his ear, Yuan Yiqing suddenly came back to his senses from his contemplation, he looked at Song Zihan, who was guilty and worried, calling out to himself, and was a little confused: "Oh...... Oh......

Good faith, what are you...... What are you doing? ”

Seeing this, Song Zihan thought that Yuan Yiqing's gaffe was caused by himself making Yuan Yiqing recall the painful past that he didn't want to recall, and apologized repeatedly: "Real person, I'm sorry, Zihan shouldn't mention this matter, let real people remember sad things." ”

"Oh, that's it......

It's okay......

Anyway, Poor Dao can't recall the memories of the past, and since Poor Dao has a memory, he has been with the master.

Therefore, do not blame the good faith, but the poor way should be thankful for the good faith! Yuan Yiqing waved his hand indifferently, with a smile on his face: "Speaking of which, the poor Dao still needs to thank the good faith!"

made Poor Dao recall some sporadic things, so that he had some guesses about Poor Dao's own life experience. ”

"Oh? Oh! It's good that the real person is fine, otherwise Zihan will be uneasy.

Congratulations to the real people for their discovery! I wish the real person to unravel his life experience as soon as possible! Song Zihan saw the joy on Yuan Yiqing's face, and hurriedly changed the topic and congratulated Yuan Yiqing.

"Okay, Shanxin, it's not too early, it's time to go, or you won't be able to find an inn to rest.

Recently, the Poor Dao Society has stayed in the inn in the town, and if the good believer has collected all the medicinal materials needed by the Poor Dao, he will bother to send them to the poor Dao guest room. ”

Yuan Yiqing stood up, saying goodbye to Song Zihan while striding out.

Seeing this, Song Zihan grabbed Yuan Yiqing's arm again and again: "Real person, wait......"

"What's wrong? Is there anything else to do with good faith? Yuan Yiqing turned his head to look at Song Zihan.

"Since the real person hasn't found a place to live yet, let's stay at Zihan's house for the time being, and let Zihan entertain the real person well." Song Zihan proposed.

"It's too troublesome to believe." Yuan Yiqing shook his head and did not agree.

"No trouble! No hassle! Song Zihan denied it again and again: "Anyway, there are still many empty rooms in the house, so let the servants clean them and live in them." ”

Looking at Song Zihan's insistence, Yuan Yiqing agreed: "That's it! Well, trouble is good! ”

………………

Two days passed......

Yuan Yiqing took the medicinal materials collected with Song Zihan's help and prepared to leave.

At the gate of the Song Mansion.

Yuan Yiqing snorted at Song Zihan: "Thank you for the hospitality of Shanxin for the past two days, the medicinal materials have been collected, and the poor road will leave."

Please forgive the poor man for talking too much, in the matter of men and women, the poor man hopes that the good faith can be more solemn in the future. ”

"Thank you for the admonition of the real person, Zihan is grateful, and I will not dare to forget it if I keep it in my heart." Song Zihan bowed.

"In this way, the poor road is gone, good faith, and we will meet again!" Yuan Yiqing waved his hand and stepped down the stairs.

Suddenly, Song Zihan beckoned a servant to take a case of gold ingots and block in front of Yuan Yiqing.

"Good faith, why is that?

Didn't Poor Dao say it? The consultation fee was replaced by these medicinal materials, and the good faith also gave a lot of more medicinal materials, so the poor Dao was overcharged. Yuan Yiqing looked at the gold ingots in front of him in some surprise, and turned back to Song Zihan and said.

"If Shanxin is like this again, Poor Daoke will be angry."

"This ......" Song Zihan laughed: "Real person, these days, Zihan has been tossing and turning on the bed when he goes to bed at night, and it is difficult to sleep, but he feels that Zihan has done too little for real people, and his thoughts don't make sense."

So ......"

Song Zihan came to Yuan Yiqing with a smile, picked up a gold ingot and stuffed it into Yuan Yiqing's arms, and said, "Zihan knows that the real person will not accept anything more, and he will not ask for anything more.

However, in the past two days, Zihan can be regarded as friends with real people.

Therefore, in any case, please ask the real person to accept the gift from the friend, even if the real person refuses to accept it, but Zihan has to do some good.

The real person and Zihan each take a step back, and the real person will accept this ingot! ”

"Well, thanks for the gift from a friend!" Yuan Yiqing nodded and accepted the gold ingot.

"Then, the gift is still exchanged, and as a return gift, the poor road will give the good faith a descendant who inherits the incense."

As he spoke, Yuan Yiqing's fingertips flashed and dotted on Song Zihan's eyebrows.

Retracting his finger, Yuan Yiqing smiled and said, "Okay, next time you will be able to have an heir, it's best to be with the woman you like." ”

Turning around, Yuan Yiqing laughed and left, leaving Song Zihan who was standing a little embarrassed.

In this way, Yuan Yiqing left with the collected medicinal materials and a ten-tael gold ingots that Song Zihan forcibly stuffed when he said goodbye.

…………

Walking on the road, Yuan Yiqing thought in his heart: "I went to buy the muscle-building jade red paste again, and then I went back to find the master, and then I planned what to do next."

However, I must solve the obsession in my heart, otherwise it will be very troublesome if I am schizophrenic. ”

asked the pedestrians on the road where the pharmacy in the town was located, and Yuan Yiqing hurriedly walked there.

"Shop!"

As soon as he walked into the pharmacy, Yuan Yiqing asked, "Store, does your store have muscle-building jade red cream?" ”

"Yes!" The shopkeeper saw an old Taoist priest walk in and hurriedly greeted him politely. "Yes! Yes! Yes!

I don't know how many real people want? ”

Touching his beard and thinking about it, Yuan Yiqing spoke: "Trouble the store to give Poor Dao three pairs of plasters!" ”

"Okay!" The shopkeeper responded, and then turned around to get what Yuan Yiqing needed.

Packed the plaster, and the shopkeeper handed it to Yuan Yiqing. "Real person, thanks to your patronage, a total of two taels of silver!"

"Okay, give."

Yuan Yiqing took out the gold ingot and handed it to the shopkeeper.

Seeing this, the shopkeeper took out a scale and weighed the gold ingots on the scale.

Looking at the scale on the scale, the shopkeeper said: "Real person, this ingot ingot weighs ten taels."

Then, I will find you ninety-eight taels of silver. ”

"Hmm." Yuan Yiqing nodded, indicating that he had no objection.

The shopkeeper accepted the gold ingot, and then took out a dozen silver ingots.

"Real person, the ingots of these nine large ingots are ten taels, this medium ingot is five taels, and the ingots of the remaining three small ingots are one or two."

The shopkeeper said, wrapped the ingots, and handed them to Yuan Yiqing.

After taking the things, Yuan Yiqing left.

End of chapter