It was late at night, and Longquan Village was quiet and peaceful.

Occasionally, one or two dog barks sounded, and on a night when the moon was sparse, it was heard very clearly.

Ye Junlan came all the way from Xitang Town, physically and mentally exhausted.

Lin Jingcheng saw his fatigue and didn't want to stay any longer, so he told Qingyang to serve his master well and go back to the house to rest by himself.

"Brother Qingyang."

Ye Xiuyan came to the kitchen just right and offered to help: "You serve Brother Lan alone, you have to boil water to make tea, and you have to wash and change clothes, you can't be busy, I'll help you cook herbs." ”

"Done."

Qingyang was busy alone, really hoping that someone could help him, and the little girl's words sounded like heaven in her ears: "Don't worry about anything else, help me watch the pot, just don't boil it dry." ”

"Okay."

Ye Xiuyan smiled, came to the stove, picked up a long spoon, and stirred the herbs in the hot water pot.

"The herb doesn't need to be boiled for too long, just half a stick of incense."

Qingyang whispered, lifted the freshly boiled hot water, brewed a new pot of tea, took the tray, trotted, and left the kitchen.

Ye Xiuyan watched him leave, blinked her eyes, fished out the herbs one by one, looked at them carefully, and pondered.

Sure enough, it is a prescription for slow-releasing cold poison.

No wonder my mother specially instructed Brother Lan to burn a kang and buy him herbs to soak his legs.

Why does my mother understand it so clearly?

What is her relationship with Brother Lan?

Could it be that it has something to do with nine years ago?

Thinking of this, she suddenly breathed, and her heartbeat skipped a beat.

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"Yan girl, thank you."

Qingyang ran out of the main house with a wooden basin and rushed into the kitchen at a trot.

"Brother Qingyang."

Ye Xiuyan let go of the position of the stove, pretended to be ignorant, and asked about gossip with a smile: "Where are you from?" The carriage is so luxurious, Brother Lan's identity must be very noble, right? ”

"Huh."

Qingyang had a good impression of her, and responded with a smile: "You little girl is quite clever, I guessed it at once." ”

"Really."

Ye Xiuyan's eyes lit up, and she looked like a country girl who had never seen the world: "I guessed right, isn't Brother Lan the official young master of the county?" ”

"Huh."

Qingyang listened to the music and smiled very happily: "Our young master is much better than the county master's official." ”

"Bigger than the county master?"

Ye Xiuyan's eyes widened, and she couldn't believe it: "Could it be the son of the prefect's old man's family?" ”

"Hmph."

Qingyang spewed a disdainful breath from his nostrils, and secretly rubbed and complained.

What is the son of the prefect, in front of the little master, he is not a fart.

However, he didn't dare to say this sentence, so he could only live it in his heart.

Ye Xiuyan observed her words and looks, and her smart brain was running rapidly.

Bigger than the prefect, Brother Lan is not small!

The prefect is a fourth-grade official, and then there is a third-grade Beijing official.

Looking at Qingyang's expression, he may not be in the eyes of the third-grade official.

Could it be that he is the first assistant of the dynasty, or a royal nobleman?

"Yan girl, it's late at night, go back to sleep."

Qingyang poured the potion in the big iron pot into the wooden basin, carefully carried it, and walked out of the kitchen.

"Okay."

Ye Xiuyan smiled, threw a shriveled little red fruit into the wooden basin, and ran back to her house with a smile.

Qingyang glanced at the little red fruit that sank to the bottom of the water, didn't think much about it, and walked to the master's room with the basin.

When he came to the door, he put down the basin, lifted the curtain, stepped into the threshold with one foot, and then carefully picked up the wooden basin.