The long queue in front of the Chinese medicine hall lined up, and Ye Zifan walked around the crowd and turned into the inner room.

Through the window of the inner room, you can see that there is a courtyard inside, which is full of various flowers and plants.

An old man with gray hair sat in the courtyard, looking at the carrier pigeons pecking at food on the ground in the distance.

"Old Xin, don't come to harm?"

Hearing the call of the inner chamber, the old man stuffed the note in his hand into his pocket.

The curtain opened the door and walked in, and the inner room was only one door away from the courtyard.

Xin Lao looked at Ye Zifan and asked, "Why did you come here today?" What's uncomfortable? ”

Ye Zifan pushed the wheat beside him over: "Old Xin, please help him check it!" ”

Xin Lao smiled and looked at Maizi a few times, and said, "Sit down, stretch out your hand." ”

Maizi sat down obediently and stretched out her hand. The old man's dry fingers rested on his wrists.

Then he motioned for Mai Zi to change his other hand.

Xin Lao's heart jumped suddenly, and a touch of regret in his eyes was fleeting.

"It's okay, it's just a little weak, you have to take care of it!"

Ye Zifan interjected: "He has been coughing very badly recently! ”

Xin Lao was secretly frightened, judging from his pulse, this was a symptom that would only appear in the later stage, when the Gu poison was regurgitated and the various organs of the internal organs had been seriously eroded.

Such a young and fresh life is rapidly withering, and Xin Lao can't stop feeling sorry in his heart, but he doesn't show any regret on his face.

"I'll prescribe a prescription for him, go back and take the medicine on time, and take care of it well."

Xin Lao picked up the pen and wrote a prescription: "Xiao Ye, you wait a minute, I'll grab the medicine." ”

After Xin Lao left, the bored wheat stood by the window and looked at the flowers in the courtyard.

At this moment, a gray-white shadow came from a distance, fluttering its wings and standing on the windowsill.

The dark eyes looked curiously at the wheat by the window.

One man and one bird stared at each other with big eyes.

Ye Zifan was happy: "Maizi, it's really the same kind of sympathy!" ”

Maizi glared at him helplessly, and Ye Zifan hurriedly shushed and changed his words: "I mean you are all so cute!" ”

"This Xin Lao really has Yaxing, and he even raises pigeons."

Maizi raised his hand and smoothed the feathers of the pigeon, and the pigeon was not afraid of life, and let him touch it motionlessly.

This pigeon differs from the white doves in the square in that it has dark gray feathers from its head to its neck, wings, and tail.

There is a silver foot ring on the foot, and a few small characters are engraved on the inconspicuous place on the foot ring.

After Maizi saw the small words on the foot ring, his heart tightened, and his five fingers subconsciously closed, and the pigeon was in pain, and spread its wings and flew away from Maizi. Falling on the ground in the courtyard, looking at the wheat, there was a bit of complaint in his eyes, as if to say, why pinch me.

Ye Zifan saw that Maizi was in an abnormal mood, and asked puzzledly, "What's wrong?" Does it peck you? ”

Mai shook his head mechanically, his mind was disturbed, and he couldn't breathe.

Xin Lao walked through the courtyard to the inner medicine room, paused for a moment, and then picked up the medicinal materials that had been prepared on the table and walked back to the inner room.

He handed the medicine to Maizi and instructed, "Take decoction three times a day." There is a useful amount on it, avoid spicy and irritating substances. Get plenty of rest and don't overdo it. This disease should be well cultivated. ”

Maizi took the medicine bag and thanked him: "Thank you, Mr. Xin!" ”

After Ye Zifan exchanged a few more words with Xin Lao, he said goodbye and left.

After the two left, Xin Lao came to the table, spread out a blank piece of paper, and wrote down a few words: The matter has been done. The son's condition deteriorated and he died soon.

Xin Lao stood by the window with a note and whistled.

The carrier pigeon flew to the windowsill and stopped in front of him, and Xin Lao rolled the note into a long strip, put it in a small bamboo tube, and tied it to the pigeon's leg.

After winning the mission, the carrier pigeon spread its wings and disappeared into the blue sky.

The secluded courtyard is full of flowers.

A slender figure stood in front of an osmanthus tree, the white robe outlined the graceful lines of the back, and the soft green silk hung straight down to the waist.

He raised his head slowly, his clear eyes as calm as a deep pool. After seeing the black shadow in mid-air, the slender fingers moved to his lips, and a crisp whistling sound sounded, deep and far away.

The dark shadow gradually became clear, it was a carrier pigeon.

The carrier pigeon circled in the air for a moment, and when it heard the signal, it swooped down and landed firmly on his long solid arm.

The slender fingers took out the bamboo tube in the pigeon's leg, and the hollow bamboo tube held a thin note in it.

He gently unfolded the note, and when he saw the handwriting on the note, a faint sadness rose on his calm face.

After staring at the note with dark eyes for a moment, the five fingers folded the note into a ball, and a soft sigh overflowed from his lips, full of helplessness and sadness.