With the sun shining and the sky clear, this is a rare piece of weather in Scotland.

The castle of the Robertson family, Celtic Castle, can be described as full of lights and joy.

In the back garden of the castle, Miss Emily was sipping her morning tea.

Downing black tea, imported from England, has a pure taste and a hint of sweetness in the mouth, which just replenishes the energy needed for the initial recovery from a serious illness.

The sun shone on Emily's delicate face, reflecting a crimson color. Although it is slightly sickly, it adds a bit of delicate softness.

The eldest lady's attention was completely attracted by the "Highland Weekly" in her hand.

In one corner, in small font, the subtitle is printed: Barbor's Divine Doctor, Saving the Count's Daughter.

The content of it is nothing more than a compliment to the old doctor's superb medical skills, and his ability to cure the disease and cure Miss Emily's sudden emergency. Sycophants again. With Dr. Barbor, the citizens of Dundee City have a huge sense of security. It wasn't until the end that a stroke was added, and a young man from the Oriental Huaxia Kingdom also made a certain contribution to this matter.

"That damn weekly editor must have taken the benefits of Dr. Barbor to give them such publicity." Emily pursed her lips in a rare way, and threw the newspaper down on the coffee table.

"Hahaha! Daddy had never seen my lovely Emily lose her temper so much. From the side of the cloister flashed Count Jonad, a happy smile on his face, "You can't mistake Editor Tassos. I made him do that. ”

"Father!" Emily threw herself into the old man's arms like a well-behaved kitten.

Jonard loved affectionately. Stroking his daughter's blonde hair, Zhengse said: "The person who hurt you hasn't been found yet, you can't tell how you were saved." Only when the other party can't touch our reality and reality, they don't dare to make further moves against you. ”

Emily raised her head, her blue eyes flashed with innocence, and she said with some melancholy: "Well, it doesn't seem very fair to that oriental boy." ”

"Daughter, you're wrong." Jonad changed his words and waved his hand, "I have tested his kung fu, and it is not a knight's material at all, and it can be said that he has no foundation. He would never be an alchemist or anything like that. If you spread the word about your salvation, it will cause him a lot of trouble. There will be countless family members who want to blackmail him into making medicinal herbs. ”

Emily thought of this layer as well, and nodded slowly.

Jonad said coldly: "I have already ordered to go down, if those doctors spread the news of saving you yesterday, they will be killed immediately!" ”

Then, a cold light flashed in Count Jonad's eyes, and he muttered, "This young man named Dai Lan has a lot of secrets. ”

Suddenly, Emily let out a soft cry and fainted......

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Celtic Castle, a two-storey cottage of James Knight.

The best Scotch Highland whisky, the fattest. The beauty of the steak, the most sexual. Dancing girl of the senses.

A small band of 12 people plays vigorously. The trumpeter puffed out his cheeks, the fiddler danced his fingers rapidly, and the drummer trembled with excitement.

A singer sang aloud, and even two bards joined in.

It was morning tea time just now, and James's house had already begun to push the cup and change the lamp.

This tall man has a red, red face. Bare. Putting on his upper body, he kept pouring whiskey into his mouth while shouting at the young Oriental in front of him to drink.

Dai Lan didn't like such a brew of wine, but he was also infected by his refreshing personality and drank it all. He seems to have returned to his childhood days, celebrating happily with a group of children in the orphanage during the Spring Festival every year.

Lost the bet, but lost willingly.

Saving Miss Emily's life and losing to Dai Lan for a good wine feast is worth it!

James, a middle-aged man with thick and fine, is willing to make friends with Dai Lan from the bottom of his heart. He spent most of his salary for half a month, a whole golden louis, and invited the best bands in Dundee to play. I took out another 5 silver crowns and went to the Buknam Market to buy the best whiskey.

Just as he was at his best, the old butler Gerald arrived.

His face was gloomy, and he was a little annoyed. With a wave of his big hand, there was a wave of air from the sleeves, which actually threw the entire band's instruments into chaos.

Bronze and iron struck each other, and for a time the cups and plates were in disarray.

Dai Lan's heart sank, and he had a bad feeling.

Gerard looked at the young man, only said one word, and then turned to leave: "The eldest lady fainted, follow me!" ”

Dai Lan came to the young lady's boudoir again, and this time James Knight followed.

Emily, lying on the bed, looked like a boiled crab, her little face flushed. Chapped lips with a lot of skin torn. Fortunately, he was still conscious, and when he saw the young man from the East who saved him coming in, he nodded in a friendly manner.

The eldest lady opened her mouth with great effort, and weakly squeezed out a few words: "Mr. Trouble." ”

Count Jonad's mood is like a roller coaster. originally pulled his daughter's life back from the death line, but suddenly became ill inexplicably.

He stretched out his hand like electricity, and grabbed Dai Lan's shoulder at once, with a slight force.

Dai Lan felt that his entire bone was about to be unscrewed off, and a wave of pain hit him like a pinprick, and cold sweat appeared on his forehead in an instant.

Growing up in an orphanage, he cultivated his perseverance. I never ask others for anything, but I use wisdom or fists to solve problems.

He gritted his teeth, stared at Sir Jonad, and said word for word, "Without me, Miss Emily would have died yesterday." Is this how the Robertsons treat their benefactors?! ”

"Father!" Emily looked at the old knight with tears in her eyes.

Miss Emily has been surrounded by flowers and praise since she was born. She is just like a green lotus that emerges from the mud and is not stained, standing proudly at the peak of the Robertson family and even Dundee City, and has become the fantasy of countless young men in their dreams.

Perhaps, she was originally an angel in the heavenly realm, and she accidentally fell into the mortal world, and no man in the world can be worthy of her.

When Emily was 5 years old, her mother, Knightley. Mrs. Robertson died of an illness, which made the poor girl even more lonely. Over time, he developed a character that is as cold as frost. No matter what happens, it is calm and calm, and the heart sinks like water.

And since the appearance of this oriental boy, it seems that everything has been disrupted. Her quiet state of mind rippled softly from time to time, rising and falling with Dai Lan.

Jonad let out a long sigh, as if he was 10 years older, bowed his head and said, "Please forgive my faux pas, please try to heal my daughter." ”

Dai Lan was expressionless, but he gently brushed the pinched shoulder a few times with his hand, and patted the dust provocatively.

Then he walked straight to the eldest lady and observed her carefully.

There seemed to be a heat wave around her, and apparently Emily had a fever, which burned badly.

"Check." Dayan vs. Murray. The butler said quickly.

There was a slight heat in his head, and then Murray's results came: "Her brain doesn't seem to be damaged, and the zombie technique in yesterday should be completely unraveled." I don't know why, the body temperature of the eldest lady reached 41 degrees. We should find a way to cool down immediately, otherwise she can easily contract pneumonia. In the current Middle Ages, there was no cure for pneumonia. ”

Dai Lan nodded, of course he knew the severity of the pneumonia.

In the current era, around 1500 AD, there were no effective anti-inflammatory drugs, either in the East or in the West. If you have a fever due to a cold or wound infection, it often leads to pneumonia and death.

Miss Emily was asked about her diet, and there was nothing suspicious.

"Could it be that the problem is with the medicine?" Dai Lan fell into deep thought.

Tang Bohu's elixir, Tian Qi, St. John's wort.

They all seem to be very effective recipes.

Dai Lan looked at the cloudless blue sky and kept thinking.

A huge sun hangs in the sky, shining on all things.

Sun?

Sun!

Dai Lan snapped his fingers, curled the corners of his mouth, and finally showed a smile: "I know the reason." ”

(It's been a month since the book was released, and I have a lot of collections, so it seems that everyone still likes this book.) However, please give Bonn some advice in the book review section. I really hope for the feedback from readers, sorry for the trouble. Finally, ask for a collection ^_^)