Jingyuan is located in the southeast of Guogong Mansion.

The garden is built on all sides with white walls, which isolate this Jiangnan garden from the eaves of the Guogong Mansion, and form a world of its own. There is a gate on the north side, but the key is kept all the year round, and no one is allowed to enter or exit.

Xiao Yan has lived here for eleven years, and he is familiar with every grass and tree, and he will not go in the wrong direction when he closes his eyes.

Beyond this side of the meadow is the weeping willows on the other side.

The green willows surround Jinghu Lake, there are lotus flowers planted in Jinghu Lake, the quiet lotus fragrance that fills the pond in summer, and lotus seeds.

Along Jinghu Lake to the north, through a large bamboo forest, and then through a piece of green grassland, you can see the garden wall in the north, with dark green climbing vines winding up, looking like a green wall.

Some of the green vines grow so thick that they can climb up the walls.

When Xiao Yan was seven years old, he finally couldn't suppress his curiosity about the outside, as well as hope and unwillingness, and secretly climbed out of the wall with a long vine.

Standing on the top of the wall of the garden, you can see the endless greenery, woods and lawns.

There is also a pool of reflective clarity between the greenery, the lake and the meandering stream.

And then there's the garden.

In this boundless scenery, there are eaves courtyards, corridors, pavilions, pavilions, and pavilions, which are scattered and unclear, and are endless.

Xiao Yan walked forward along the bluestone road of pine and cypress.

Along the way, you will pass through meadows, woods, flower-filled gardens, and rockeries with strange shapes. There must be a pavilion every time you cross the garden every "mountain", but you don't meet a person, and there is no courtyard along the way, although the scenery is beautiful, it is too secluded.

Jing Yuan is too biased, she thought to herself.

After walking two sticks of incense, she faintly heard the sound of the piano.

Suddenly his spirits lifted and he followed the sound of the piano forward.

Passing through a lush bamboo forest, across a stream, she saw that in the pavilion opposite, an elegant and gentle "bandit gentleman" as the poem said, caressing the strings, the clear sound of the piano is like the stream of this bamboo forest, murmuring and clear, washing away troubles.

She couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

The gentleman who played the piano suddenly covered his chest and coughed lowly, and then raised his eyes to see her, his moist eyes lit up with a bright color, and he turned his head sideways and whispered a command. A guard with a round neck, narrow sleeves, and a saber approached her.

It was midsummer June that year, and Xiao Yan met her half-brother for the first time, Xiao Cong, the heir of the Lanling Xiao family.

The unexpected encounter formed a private agreement between the two.

Every summer afternoon, as long as the sun is good, Xiao Yan will climb over the wall and run to the Zhuxi Pavilion to wait.

The fourth brother will instruct her to play the piano, explain poetry to her, instruct her in calligraphy and painting, tell her the story of official history, tell her the legend of Yizhi, and bring her all kinds of snacks...... brought a different color to Xiao Yan's lonely and monotonous childhood.

But the fourth brother is weak, and he can't come out often after all, even if the summer weather is good, there are times when he misses the appointment. But he never forgot to ask the guards to bring Xiao Yan's favorite snacks to Zhuxi to wait, and then send her back to Jingyuan.

Of course, this matter couldn't be hidden from Shang Qing, and she acquiesced to her relationship with Xiao Cong, and only said indifferently: "Your fourth brother is good to you." ”

Xiao Yan touched the wedding gift in her arms, and her □□ stepped on the tree vine several times before climbing the wall - she didn't need to climb the wall for a long time.

Xiao Yan jumped down easily, and walked north along the bluestone road that had been covered countless times with pines and cypresses, and when she passed the empty and uninhabited bamboo stream on the way, she stood for a while.

The only way she used to go was here.

For a moment, as if he had made up his mind, Xiao Yan bypassed the Xiting Pavilion and walked along the bluestone road.

There's only one road here.

Xiao Yan thought to himself: As long as you go forward, you will always meet servants and maids, and ask how to go out of Chenghe Courtyard.

***

The courtyard is as quiet as ever.

The servants and maids are accustomed to being lightly sloppy and speak in a low voice, for fear of disturbing the sick and weak Lang Jun.

Xiao Cong was reclining on the long couch by the window on the east side, with a stone blue brocade hidden sac behind his waist, his face was as pale as a piece of thin paper that could be blown open, but his demeanor was gentle and peaceful.

He held the scroll in his right hand and held a jade ball in his left hand, which was the warm jade of Xizhou escorted by Anxidu, and it was also warm in the heavy snow and cold winter.

Xiao Cong's thin white fingers caressed the smooth jade, slightly distracted.

He remembered the seventeenth brother Ah Yan, who was as beautiful as jade.

That child was liked at first sight, but I don't know why my father didn't like it.

Xiao Cong sighed secretly.

I thought that I hadn't seen Ayan for more than half a year, so I should have grown taller again, right?

Over the years, he has been privately letting people take care of that side, pen, ink, paper, inkstone, books, snacks, everything and everything is sent in by his cronies and guards from time to time, and there are also silk satin coats sent in at four o'clock in the season - seeing that it is almost summer again, the clothes of cold spring can no longer be worn.

"Waiter, call Xiao Chengzhong in." He instructed the valet in the study.

"Whoa." The waiter went out of the room.

Xiao Chengzhong, who was standing outside the door of the study, walked in lightly, he was wearing a black soft hat, a dark blue round neck and narrow sleeves and a crotch robe, and a horizontal knife tied to the leather belt around his waist, and his steps were vigorous and light.

Xiao Cong glanced at the Liuqu Landscape and Silver Intersection Screen diagonally opposite the couch, and asked softly, "Are you ready for the summer clothes over there?" ”

Xiao Chengzhong also glanced at the screen and replied in a low voice: "The day before yesterday, the Fuzhong allocated four horses each of Jin Silk, Jiang Silk, Hu Aya, Yueluo, and Bai Die, and Steward Xiao has already chosen one each. The villain will be sent tomorrow. ”

"Not tomorrow, but today."

"Whoa!" Xiao Chengzhong saluted and withdrew.

Xiao Cong glanced at the screen, picked up the scroll in his hand, and quickly forgot about his surroundings.

Shen Qingyi raised his eyes slightly.

This is Xiao Cong's study, and it is also where he lives on weekdays. The inner and outer rooms were made with the maul section, the outer room was the study, and the inner room was the bedroom. In order to facilitate the service of the sick, Shen Qingyi also moved from the inner building to the outer building to live, so that people set up a landscape screen partition outside, and the husband and wife lived on one side.

Although the voice on the other side of the screen was low, Shen Qingyi had been walking on thin ice in the Shen Mansion since she was a child, and her ears and eyes were more sensitive than ordinary people, and she heard the whispers outside clearly.

Her eyes flashed for a moment, and she let go of the matter.

At the moment, the most important thing is to cure Xiao Cong's illness.

In this month, in addition to checking Xiao Cong's pulse every day, she was not in a hurry, and Xiao Cong still ate the decoction according to Mr. Sun's prescription.

Mr. Sun has written a lot of medical cases. For the first three years, each month was a different approach. After that, one party per season. It wasn't until Xiao Cong was fifteen years old that he kept taking the same prescription, but because of the different seasons, there were a few increases and decreases in the flavors of the medicine. In the past twenty-one years, I have accumulated a box of prescriptions with a foot high.

Most of the medicines used in these prescriptions are related to the stomach to get rid of cold, and those who change to ordinary doctors only regard it as a cold removal. But Shen Qingyi, who had studied Mr. Sun's medical poison scroll, became more and more frightened the more he looked at it—this medicine before and after was connected, and it was a prescription for chronic cold poison!

Xiao Cong's illness is not a disease, it is a poison.

Is it poisoned in the mother's body, or is it poisoned after birth?

Judging from the date of Mr. Sun's first prescription, it was half a month after Xiao Cong's birth - both possibilities.

Since the baby was weak and could not withstand the fierce medicine to detoxify, Mr. Sun could only use warm medicine to curb the spread of the toxin, and then slowly detoxify.

However, the medicine is poisonous, and if you use it for a long time from less than a month, it will inevitably greatly damage the vitality of the solid foundation, and the older you get, the weaker you become. Moreover, although the toxin was forced to his leg by Mr. Sun's medication, he was in danger of his life, but the leg meridians were also damaged. If you let it go, even if you hang half your life, I'm afraid that these legs will be useless.

The Lanling Xiao clan will ask for a double

The son of a crippled leg?

Perhaps the Chang'an court would be willing.

But Xiao Shi was afraid that it would be uneven.

Xiao's is uneven, Hexi can be flat?

That's why Xiao Yu made a desperate bet and put the bet on her.

Otherwise, with her identity as the concubine of the Shen family, how could she be worthy of the son of the Lanling Xiao family!

Shen Qingyi frowned and pondered, the treatment plan he had been thinking about in the past month had been clear in his mind, although he was not very sure, but if he did not take this step, it would be impossible.

She has always been resolute and ruthless, and she will no longer hesitate when she makes up her mind, even if there are thousands of dangers, she will grit her teeth and move forward, otherwise she would not hide from her mother to poison Shen Qingyan and make plans for a marriage change.

She got up and turned out of the screen, and her long pleated skirt with blue and green curved water patterns swayed gently brushed over the soft Persian blanket, and approached the bed, "Shiro." ”

Xiao Cong raised his head and smiled gently, "Do you want a pulse?" He put down the scroll in his right hand, put the warm jade ball he was holding in his left hand on the side of the couch, and stretched out the wide sleeve of his left wrist.

Shen Qingyi sat sideways on the edge of the couch, his two fingers lightly resting on his wrist, and his light eyebrows were frowning.

After touching it for about a moment, she withdrew her hand, cautiously cut the vein of Xiao Cong's right wrist, and said after pondering: "Mr. Sun's medicine, Shiro only takes it until the end of the month," and his tone paused, "From next month, I will use the new prescription." ”

Xiao Cong smiled and held her hand, "That's all I have left and right." Since you have decided, I think you have an idea, just use the medicine...... cough, since you and I are husband and wife, in addition to our parents in this world, we are the closest to you. His voice was soft and trusting.

Shen Qingyi was silent for a moment, his voice was cold, and he only said three words: "Don't worry." ”

As he spoke, he got up and returned to the screen, thinking for a long time, dipping the ink brush and brushing down the pen without a pause.

She called Duan Yan in and instructed: "From tomorrow, Lang Jun will use this recipe and take it before dinner in the morning." The decoction items have been listed in detail, let the decoction maid do it according to the prescription, and there must be no mistake in the slightest! Is that clear? ”

"Whoa!" Duan Yan was forced by those cold eyes and clear light, but only responded, took the prescription and withdrew from the screen, and looked at Xiao Cong again.

Xiao Cong smiled, "Go ahead." My illness is regulated by the county king, and you must all obey the orders. ”

"Whoa!"

Duan Yan went downstairs, but did not go to the pharmacy immediately, but gave the medicine note to Xiao Rong, the chief steward of Chenghe Academy.

Xiao Rong pondered for a while, and walked out of Chenghe Courtyard with the recipe.

***

The summer days in April in Hexi are only a thin warmth.

Xiao Yan walked along the bluestone road under the pine and cypress for a long time, with a thin layer of sweat on his body, bypassing a lake, passing through a bamboo forest, two or three pavilions, and hesitating to cross two forks in the road...... Passing through a garden, I saw a little maid in front of me wearing an emerald blue narrow-sleeved short jacket and a high-waisted skirt holding a bouquet of Yueji, hurrying forward.

"Hey—"

Xiao Yan raised his voice: "Whoever is in front, come here!" ”

The maid turned her head back with the flower branch in her arms, but when she saw a little Langjun raising her hand to call her, she hesitated, turned around and trotted over.

Xiao Yan asked head-on, "Which courtyard are you from?" She had heard Qi Niang talk about the affairs in the house, and knew that in addition to the princess, her father also had a side room and several concubines, who lived in different courtyards.

When the maid saw Xiao Yan's face clearly, she felt that her eyes were straight, and she knelt down in her arms and replied: "Lang, Lang, Langjun, slave, slave and maid, waiting, waiting in Fumei Courtyard." Her mind was full of flowers, and her words were a little slurred.

This little Langjun is so good-looking! It's really "beautiful"!

Sixi came up with this sound word in his head.

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