"Huh? What about Xu Feigongzi? Jingmo walked out of the back room with a few bags of selected medicinal herbs and handed them to Xu Da, but he didn't see Xu Fei.

"This and this!" As soon as Xu Fei heard Jingmo's voice, he hurriedly walked over from the wall where he had stopped for a long time, and saluted and thanked Jingmo for his gift of medicine.

Jingmo motioned for Xu Fei to sit down, and after holding his breath and concentrating on his re-examination, he admonished him kindly: "Young Master Xu Fei is recovering very well, just go back and take the medicine on time." But there is one thing, remember not to eat fishy, otherwise the old disease will recur, the intestinal carbuncle will suppurate, and I am afraid that Jingmo will also be out of luck. ”

"Write it down, Brother Hong also told the doctor that day, thank you Pharmacist Jing!" Xu Fei thanked him again and again, and asked with an embarrassed face: "Jing Yaoshi... With all due respect... There is a saying that I don't know when to ask..."

Jingmo only thought that he still had any doubts about the condition or medication, so he smiled and replied softly: "You ask, but what do I not understand?" ”

Xu Fei waved his hand again and again, and after a pause, he asked mysteriously, "Jing Pharmacist, you... What is the relationship with Zhou Rong and Mrs. Zhou of Hanlin Painting Garden? ”

Jingmo was shocked when he heard Xu Fei suddenly ask about Zhou Rong, and secretly guessed, could it be that he recognized himself as the white-clothed dancing girl who danced in front of Zhou Rong in Chunmanlou?

After Jing Mo settled down, he smiled generously and asked, "Since you are the master of the dignified Hanlin Painting Garden, what can you have to do with me, a little pharmacist?" I don't know what Xu Feigongzi means by this? ”

"Jing Yakushi is just a little pharmacist!" Xu Fei's eyes flickered, and he said with a smile on his face.

Jing Mo's heart shrank suddenly when he heard this, and secretly said that it was not good, I was afraid that he would be stabbed by Xu Fei when he pretended to be a dancing girl that day, so he continued:

"The Kyoto Pharmacist is a miracle doctor of rejuvenation! Even if ten Hua Tuo are alive, they can't compare to the superb medical skills of the Beijing pharmacist! It's just that I don't know that Jing Yaoshi is still a person who loves painting, and there are authentic works of Mrs. Zhou's early years hanging in the house! ”

Jingmo saw Xu Fei's gaze fall on the landscape painting on the wall not far away, and then he understood what he meant, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, but his eyebrows frowned slightly.

As soon as she saw this painting, she would remember the scene when he rescued Shang Lu when he was seriously injured and paralyzed, and he only held this painting in his hand, and then Shang Lu couldn't speak, his hands couldn't move, so he could only paralyze on the bed all day, and the truth of the matter was just seized, no one told Jingmo an answer, what happened to Shang Lu, what happened to all this. There was only one painting left that couldn't speak, and while the walls were covered with dust, it also reminded her all the time to find out what had happened back then.

"This painting," Jing Mo's eyes darkened slightly, and Shang Lu had an unspeakable and hidden pain in her mind, she felt a pang in her heart, and replied lightly: "This painting is a patient of mine, and after he, he gave it to me, probably to express gratitude." ”

When Xu Fei heard this, he also felt that it was reasonable, and he came to the front of the painting again, his eyes were almost glued to the painting paper, and he looked at it carefully inch by inch, revealing inexplicable surprise and surprise in his expression, and he couldn't put down this painting even more. He turned his head and said with a flattering smile on his face:

"Jing Yakushi, a wonderful doctor! This painting seems to be the work of Zhou Taifu in his early years, and Zhou Taifu painted the most is the palace wealth painting, like this painting depicting the landscape is really rare! Kyo Yakushi, since you are not a lover of painting, can you sell this painting to me? I have been studying painting for many years, and my favorite is Mrs. Zhou, I wonder if Beijing Pharmacist can understand my earnest wish of this little painting idiot! ”

Jingmo only knew that Xu Fei was the painter of the art gallery, as for whether he really admired Zhou Rongzhi's paintings, or wanted to use them for other purposes, Jingmo naturally didn't know, but she didn't need to know, because she would definitely not hand over this painting to others no matter what.

"Young Master Xu Fei, this painting was given to me by someone else, how can I sell it to others? I understand Childe's love of painting, but I also ask Childe to understand my cherishing of this painting. Jingmo replied politely.

Xu Fei saw that Jingmo had made up his mind and refused to transfer this painting, and he was not reluctant, so he reluctantly appreciated the painting carefully, and then took Xu Da with Xu Da with a few packets of medicinal materials given by Jingmo to say goodbye and leave, and before leaving, he was a "miracle doctor" to thank him for his kindness.

After Jingmo sent the Xu brothers away, he returned to the house and found that there were a few silver tickets pressed under the tea tray on the table.

The corners of Jingmo's mouth rose unconsciously, and his eyes were full of thick smiles, and he couldn't help but sigh that although the two brothers Xu Fei and Xu Da did not seem to be dignified gentlemen, they were not bad-hearted, and they refused to accept Jingmo's favor in vain. Jing Mo shook his head with a smile and raised his eyes to look at the painting on the wall that Xu Fei had begged for in every possible way.

She thought that since she had missed the opportunity to get close to Zhou Rong in Chunmanlou, maybe she should put away the landscape painting that had been hanging on the wall for so long. She walked to the wall and stretched out her hand to rub the time where the painting was placed, it was the winter of the tenth year of Xiaoyuan.

After that, no one could tell her what happened that winter, the dead were forever silent, the living were paralyzed in bed, and now only this painting remained, but she couldn't get close to the name of the place where the payment was drawn, what was the use of her guarding this Qin Garden? When will I be able to return to the secluded medicinal fragrance that spreads all over the mountains?

Jingmo closed her eyelids heavily, let out a soft and light sigh from the depths of her heart, her thin jade shoulders trembled slightly, and her eyes were gloomy and she reached out to remove the painting on the wall, but she heard a rattle from the wooden door.

No more, no less, exactly seven. It must have happened to Shang Lu again, and Chun Manlou sent someone to look for her again, she glanced at the mountains and rivers on the painting, and hurriedly answered the door.

"Manman? How are you? After Jingmo looked at the door, she couldn't help but be surprised when she saw that it was not the little maid from Chunmanlou who came to invite her over, but Manman himself who came to find her.

"Why can't it be me? Could it be that the people in the Chunman Building can only climb the door of your Qinyuan for that stupid log? Can't I come yet? Manmanzhu's lips pursed slightly, and he threw the champa in his hand and glanced at Jingmo as if he was angry.

"Yes, yes! Miss Manman came and taught me how this little broken yard shines! Jingmo bent a pair of moon-like smiling eyes, and said gently: "So, didn't you come to me for Shang Lu's business?" Is he all right? ”

Man Man lifted his slender jade hand and gently pinched the tip of Jing Mo's small nose, and blamed him coquettishly: "What do you always worry about him?" You don't even ask what kind of business it is, so that I can come here with dignity! ”

Jingmo saw that Man Man deliberately looked arrogant and coquettish, and the soft smile on her face couldn't help but become thicker and thicker, and she echoed in style: "Yes, may I ask Miss Manman, what kind of fragrant wind has blown you all the way over, girl?" Momo is really flattered. ”

"Hmph, I'll tell you, it's not Momo who is flattered," Man Man mysteriously played a dumb riddle to Jingmo, she looked at Jingmo with a puzzled look, and suddenly solemnly made a big gift to Jingmo, and said with unconcealed joy in her words: "It should be the white girl who is flattered!" Manmante came to tell the white girl, the head of the 'Kyoto Qiyan', and the red-sleeved sister said that Mrs. Zhou invited the white girl to sit in the house three days later! ”

"Manman, what you said is true?" Jingmo's pair of autumn waterless beautiful eyes rippled with sparkling waves, looking at Manman's heavy nodding, her heavy heart finally saw some hope, the pink lips like cherry blossoms aroused Chu Chu's joy, she couldn't imagine that after some ups and downs, this first step was finally successful.

In a magnificent mansion built against each other behind the gallery, a small two words are written on the plaque: Zhou Mansion. It turned out that Zhou Rong was a royal county horse, and he was only allowed to live in the county lord's mansion with the county lord, and was not allowed to set up a separate mansion, but Zhou Rong was also the master of the Hanlin Painting Garden, and his status was prominent, so the saint also allowed him to occupy a small mansion alone behind the art gallery, so as to support the scene of Zhou Taifu.

"Have you done everything that was given to you?" Zhou Rong picked up the tea cup, scraped the tea lid, took a sip, and asked lightly to Steward Luo beside him.

Steward Luo withdrew a few minions in the house, came to Zhou Rong's side, and while adding tea for him, he frowned worriedly and replied: "After the officers and soldiers brought by the county horse to the Chunmanlou that day returned in vain, I sent someone to quietly go into the building to look for it, but I still didn't find it. ”

The tea that Zhou Rong raised to his lips suddenly froze, he closed his eyelids heavily, leaned back into the chair, tilted his head slightly, exhaled solemnly and deeply, and asked faintly, "Still haven't found it?" ”

With a "snap", Zhou Rong suddenly slammed the teacup in his hand on the ground, splashing everywhere, and Steward Luo on the side trembled, squinted his eyes tightly, and wrinkled his brows, only to hear Zhou Rong say with anger again: "After looking for him for so many years, I finally have some clues, how can the duck in my hand still fly?" Well? ”

"Don't worry, haven't you all come over peacefully for so many years? And now that there is news of him, he will definitely be found soon. Steward Luo looked at the broken teacup slag on the ground and hung his head and replied to Zhou Rong.

Zhou Rong glanced at the housekeeper, let out a low muffled snort in his nose, and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "Only dead people can reassure me, do you understand?" ”

Steward Luo nodded heavily, Zhou Rong took a slow breath, his expression was much more pleasant, and asked again: "It seems that the matter of finding someone has not been done." What about inviting people? ”

Steward Luo replied with a smile: "It's done, it's done." I have sent someone to go to the Spring Man Building with a generous gift to invite it, and the old bustard happily accepted it, promising that after three days, people will pass through the house. ”

Zhou Rong listened, raised his eyebrows, pursed his lips with satisfaction, looked at the tea that he had smashed on the ground just now, as if he remembered something, a rare faint smile appeared on his face, and he tilted his head and asked the housekeeper: "Hey, you say, is it better to have a set of 100-glazed glazed tea sets that I treasure, or is it better to have a set of jade ice cracked porcelain tea sets?" ”

Steward Luo blinked his eyes as if he didn't understand, and asked, "Junma, what does 'better' mean?" The old slave only knew that the county lord preferred that set of glass. ”

Zhou Rong suddenly breathed a sigh of relief in disappointment, glanced at the housekeeper dissatisfied, smashed his mouth, and said impatiently: "Old guy, ask knowingly." 'Better' means which one the white girl will prefer. Good manner, what does Mrs. Ti do? Does she like Ruri's? Okay, three days later, I'll bring the glass set. ”

"Gunma, I'm afraid... It's not proper..."The butler dissuaded with an embarrassed face, "If the county lord knows, the county master not only invited the dancing girl of Chunmanlou to dance in the mansion, but also used her favorite ......."

"You old guy talk! Have you forgotten who you really are? Have you forgotten who suppressed the matter of you strangling your wife? Zhou Rong stared at Steward Luo's threatening word by word, his eyes rolled slightly, rubbed the small teapot around his waist, and said in a casual tone, "Man, what do you have with three wives and four concubines?" Even if Zhou Junma can't do it, can't that dignified Zhou Taifu? ”

Steward Luo nodded politely, and cautiously reminded: "The old slave is just thinking about the county master, although the county lord treats you with a thousand gentleness on weekdays, but she is jealous by nature, even the maids and maids in the county master's mansion here have been replaced by the county lord with slave servants, if she sprinkles, then I am afraid it will ......."

"Afraid of what? What am I afraid of her doing? Zhou Rong glared, shouted awe-inspiringly, and thought about it, the county lord was really difficult to make trouble, and even once Zhou Rong fell asleep because he was too tired when washing his feet, which caused the time to wash his feet a little longer, the county lord was suspicious of the foot-washing maid, and even went to Queen Qiu, and after that, even the subordinates who washed Zhou Rong's feet were replaced by rough minions.

Zhou Rong thought about it, pursed his lips slightly helplessly, and commanded the housekeeper with a serious face: "Ah, that, the tone in the house is more tightly controlled, understand?" ”

Steward Luo lowered his head and pursed his lips and snickered, nodding and replying, "Understood, understood." ”

Zhou Rong said "um", frowned again, cleared his throat, and pretended to be indifferent and said lightly: "Also, that, in three days, just choose the tea set of ice cracked porcelain and put it out, and keep the glazed one for the county lord." ”