When Lu Zheng took the medicinal materials from the baggage, Xiao Qi's little Fuzi beside him kept sticking his head out to look, and after seeing Lu Zheng take out the dried flower wrapped in oil paper, his head poked forward again, only to clearly see the other things in the baggage, and did not find what he wanted to ask for, and the one turned out to be the last one.

He watched with a painful look on his face as Li Ao left with the medicinal herbs.

After eating and drinking, Lu Zheng's sleepiness also came up, if Xiao Qi didn't come to this trip, Li Shixiong would have left Lu Zheng in Huhe Hall for Fan Weiding.

But now, Li Shixiong didn't dare to mention it, but just euphemistically asked Lu Zheng when he would come to Huhetang again, and Mr. Fan's illness still counted on her.

Lu Zheng knew his worries, and just said, "Take the medicine first, I will continue to fall asleep, and I will come back tomorrow evening." ”

Li Shixiong was slightly relieved when he heard that Lu Zheng would come to consult tomorrow, and personally sent Lu Zheng and a few people out of the Tiger Crane Hall, respectfully said goodbye to Xiao Qi, and watched Xiao Qi and the others leave in a majestic manner.

After Lu Zheng and the others left, a person not far from the Tiger Crane Hall put down a corner of the car curtain, looked a little dazed, and said to the person sitting in the carriage: "It turns out that Miss Lu lives in the Lingyang Palace, no wonder I said that I had to go to report to the official when the concierge said that it was not necessary." ”

Even if the government comes forward, how can it compare to the Lingyang garrison? Or the commander came in person.

Song Siwen didn't speak, and the face he saw just now still appeared in his mind, but it was a little different from what he remembered.

The once lively and bright little boy has now become an indifferent son who can't speak, and that breath of being close to people makes him have the illusion of sympathy.

"Childe, Childe saw the prince of Lingyang in the capital in the past?" Yang Dong saw that Song Si had something on his mind, so he asked in a low voice.

Although the Yang brothers have been serving Song Siwen since childhood, they have never followed Song Siwen to the capital before, because Song Siwen was too dazzling when he was a child, and the Song family had high hopes, it is not an exaggeration to have a group of slaves, and at that time, the Yang brothers were just running errands in Song Siwen's yard.

But in the seventh year of Chongning, Song Siwen, who returned to Jiangnan from the capital, fell seriously ill, lingering on the sickbed for several months, but it was always not good, and he fell into a heart disease.

It was also that year that the number of people in Song Siwen's courtyard gradually decreased, and in the end, there was only an old servant and the Yang family brother, and the old servant was the father of the Yang family brother.

Song Siwen went out to travel, and only the two brothers of the Yang family accompanied him, Yang Xia was steady and talked little, and the heavy responsibility of accompanying Song Siwen to talk and relieve boredom fell on Yang Dong.

At this time, Yang Dong's words pulled Song Siwen's thoughts back, and he remembered what was often said among the nobles of the family when he entered Beijing: The only person who can compare with the little son of the Song family in Jiangnan is the prince of Lingyang.

The corners of Song Siwen's lips rose slightly, and he looked at Yang Dong's curious gaze and said, "How come I haven't seen it, and I have tried it." ”

"He, back then, he was a veritable number one prodigy in the capital."

Yang Dong's eyes widened, and he heard respect from the sentence that Song Si asked Fang Cai, who was his son, who could compose poems at the age of five, and that was a prodigy recognized by the entire literary world in Jiangnan.

How powerful is the person who can make his son-in-law respect?

"That son competes with him, who wins?" Yang Dong asked again.

Song Siwen fell silent, Yang Xia's coughing sound came from outside the carriage, Yang Dong shrunk his neck, and reacted that he shouldn't ask.

"Childe ......"

At this time, the look on Song Siwen's face was incomprehensible to Yang Dong, he was a little panicked, but he heard Song Siwen ask, "We drew back then, and we didn't know the winner. ”

It's just that the third game that hasn't started yet, it stayed in Chongning for seven years.

The carriage was quiet for a moment, and Yang Xia, who was driving the car, asked in a low voice if he wanted to go back to Huayitang, and Song Si asked: "Go back, Ah Dong will go to Lingyang Wangfu early tomorrow morning to send a post." ”

The carriage slowly left, leaving only a clear glow.

When Lu Zheng returned to the residence, it was already three o'clock, she only felt that her eyelids were fighting, and Xiaofuzi talked to her a lot along the way, but she leaned on the pillow prepared for Xiao Qi in the carriage and wandered out of the world, not hearing what Xiaofuzi was saying at all.

In the end, he didn't last long, tilted his head, and fell on the pillow.

After getting out of the carriage, Xiao Fuzi woke up Lu Zheng who was not asleep after a few throats, Lu Zheng opened her eyes and knew that she had reached the ground, she waved her hand sleepily with Xiao Qi, and followed Lian Xin, who was guarding the gate of the courtyard, into the bedroom, did not take off her shoes, and fell asleep.

Lianxin leaned forward with a complicated face, took off Lu Zheng's shoes and socks, wiped Lu Zheng's face with a handkerchief, and covered her with a quilt before leaving the room.

In the pavilion, Sui Lun was playing against Xiao Qi, "Shizi's chess skills have improved again." ”

Xiao Qi just raised his eyes slowly, his eyes were not as cold as he usually did to others, he raised his hand and dropped again.

Sui Yan pinched the chess pieces that had not fallen in his hand, and said in a low voice: "If the prince really thinks that Miss Lu's medical skills are feasible, it doesn't hurt to stay by his side, but please pay more attention to everything, don't be careless." ”

After speaking, the chess pieces in his hand fell.

Only these people know how difficult it is for Xiao Qi to survive until now, and he must pay attention to anyone who appears by Xiao Qi's side.

Xiao Qi followed closely and responded to Sui Lun's words with an aggravated sound of falling son, and Sui Lun knew that Xiao Qi had listened.

At this time, Xiao Qi heard the familiar footsteps, looked up at Lianxin who came to report to Xiaofuzi, and after Xiaofuzi listened to Lianxin's words, he let her go back.

"Miss Lu has already rested, it seems that she is tired today." Xiaofuzi didn't say in front of Sui that Lu Zheng's shoes hadn't been taken off, and fell asleep.

Sui Yan chuckled, he was riding a horse and following Xiao Qi's carriage, so he naturally heard Xiao Fuzi chattering with Lu Zheng along the way, but he didn't hear the Lu girl reply a few words.

Sui Yan glanced at the chess game again, there was no suspense about losing, he put the chess pieces in his hand back, and got up, "It's not too early, the subordinates will retire, and the prince will rest early." ”

Xiao Qi bowed slightly, Sui Lun, who had just taken two steps, paused, and said: "A carriage was parked not far from the Tiger Crane Hall, it is the youngest son of the Song family in Jiangnan, and someone will come to send the worship post about tomorrow." ”

When he heard the young son of the Song family in the south of the Yangtze River from Sui Lun's mouth, the little Fuzi in the pavilion trembled in his heart, and looked at Xiao Qi cautiously, at this moment, Xiao Fuzi clearly felt Xiao Qi's indifference in rejecting people thousands of miles away.

Sui Yan sighed in his heart, "If the prince doesn't want to see him, he can refuse." ”

After saying that, Sui Lun left.

Xiao Qi lowered his eyes and picked up the chess pieces one by one, his movements were slow, and his good-looking eyes dimmed little by little, unlike the days ago when he recognized Song Siwen on the noisy street, in this silent night, the memories of years of torture were once again opened along Song Siwen.