After traveling through time, she took her husband to be a food doctor

Miss Lan Zhiyao's illness has improved significantly, but Mrs. Lan still looks unhappy. This afternoon, after Ding Xirui finished acupuncture and was packing up to leave, he heard Mrs. Lan say:

"You, you didn't get sick earlier or later, but it happened to be at this time that the flowers at Lord Ma's house would be too late to bloom."

"Mom, I don't want this to happen either. I can't get this disease just because I want to." Lan Zhiyao responded in a low voice.

"Forget about the other things, but the flower show held by Lord Ma is extraordinary. The famous people in Qizhou City..."

"mother--"

The room fell silent.

"Madam, Miss, goodbye." Ding Xirui took the medicine box and bowed.

"Xiao Cui, send the doctor out."

"Yes." The maid stretched out her hand and lifted the bead curtain.

Walking out of the house, Ding Xirui instructed:

"Xiao Cui, you have to find a way to keep the young lady in a good mood."

"Yes." Xiao Cui agreed, but looked embarrassed.

"Is there any problem?" Ding Xirui asked.

"No." Xiao Cui quickly shook her head.

Although they had come here several times, they were not yet that familiar with each other, so Ding Xirui did not ask any more questions.

Flower show?

It should be a blind date. Appreciating flowers, reciting poems, expressing affection. The invited people are all young men and young ladies of equal status. If nothing unexpected happened, Lan Zhiyao should have arrived in Qizhou City. Maybe, she has been written into a poem by a young man from some family.

It's just that, can a single encounter, looking at each other from afar, determine what we will be together for the rest of our lives?

Ding Xirui thought of An Yumo. If there were no special circumstances, the An family would arrange a marriage for her this year. Hey, Qin Xiaofeng's thoughts, I wonder if she has noticed it. Is there any possibility for them to develop? Will Qin Xiaofeng come to propose marriage?

A series of questions flooded into Ding Xirui's mind.

Both of them are people she admires. If they can succeed, she will be very happy. However, love is not that easy. Moreover, their family situations are somewhat different.

After work in the evening, Ding Xirui and his friends passed by an alley and saw a familiar figure.

Captain Ling.

Next to him is Xiao Cui from the Lan family?

Xiao Cui seemed to be handing something to him.

Could it be that something happened in Miss Lan’s family? Ding Xirui frowned.

"Should we go and ask?" she looked up and asked Lin Mingxuan.

"No need." Lin Mingxuan pulled her away quickly.

"The two of them were talking in the alley, maybe they just didn't want others to know." Lin Mingxuan said.

"Oh." Ding Xirui understood.

The things that one does not want others to know and that one must never allow to happen to a young lady in the boudoir are happening quietly.

"Miss, I'm back." Xiao Cui gently pushed open the door.

"Have you seen Brother Ling?" Miss Lan lowered her voice.

"Yeah." Xiao Cui said, taking out a letter from her arms.

Lan Zhiyao grabbed it and walked quickly into the inner room.

She unfolded the letter, read it once, her breath quickened, shook her head, and read it again.

"Miss, what did Master Ling say?"

"Xiao Cui, Brother Ling said...he said we shouldn't contact each other anymore."

Lan Zhiyao slumped on the bed.

"Miss, how could this happen?"

Lan Zhiyao stretched out her hand, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said:

"Xiao Cui, go and ask Brother Ling to come to Xuanqing Temple tomorrow. I want to hear what he has to say in person."

"Yes."

Lan Zhiyao stood up and lit the letter. In the smoke and dust, she seemed to be back in Xuanjing Temple three months ago.

That day, she went to Xuanqing Temple with her mother to burn incense. Her mother was talking to the abbot, and she stayed aside. Feeling bored, she walked around the temple with Xiao Cui.

It was still early and there were not many people in the temple. Inside the halls, many monks were still performing morning prayers.

The veil on her head was a little loose, so she wanted to adjust it. When she looked up, she saw a figure flash across the roof in front of her.

She was startled and her whole body froze.

"Miss, what's wrong?" Xiao Cui pulled her hand and asked.

"Xiao Cui, don't make any noise, let's go to the back and take a look."

"Okay." Xiao Cui didn't know what she meant, but seeing that the lady was so serious, she didn't even dare to breathe.

The two of them went around to the back of the palace, but it was quiet.

"Miss, what's the matter?" Xiao Cui asked.

Lan Zhiyao did not answer, but looked around and observed carefully.

A gray-robed monk suddenly jumped down from the wall not far away.

Another man also jumped down, wearing a green shirt, and followed closely behind.

"Stop! Don't run." the man in green shouted.

The monk ran towards Lan Zhiyao and the other person.

"Ah!" The two retreated one after another. Xiao Cui grabbed Lan Zhiyao's hand and ran to the front yard. But the two were small and weak, so they couldn't run fast. In a blink of an eye, the monk caught up with them.

The road was narrow, so he grabbed Xiao Cui by the collar and threw her aside.

"Get off!"

Suddenly, several men appeared in front of them and blocked the monks' way.

"stop!"

The monk stopped, turned around, and grabbed Lan Zhiyao's arm.

"Miss!" Xiao Cui screamed.

At this time, the man in green shirt caught up from behind.

"Let her go!" he shouted.

"Don't come over here! Otherwise I will..."

Before the monk finished speaking, he suddenly felt his eyes go dark and something covered his head. The next moment, he was thrown to the ground.

"Don't move!" The man in green pulled out a rope from behind and, together with several other men, tied the monk's hands and feet tightly.

"I was defeated by a little girl today!" The monk looked at Lan Zhiyao and said viciously.

"Shut his stinky mouth!" said the man in green.

"Yes."

A man took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and stuffed it into the monk's mouth.

"I'm sorry for scaring you, young lady. Thank you very much." The man in green picked up the veil hat that had fallen beside him and handed it to Lan Zhiyao.

It turned out that when the monk turned around to speak to the man in green, Lan Zhiyao stretched out her other hand, quickly took off the veil and put it on the monk's head, buying the man in green a moment.

Lan Zhiyao took the veil and nodded. She raised her eyes slightly and saw the man in front of her. He was tall, with dark skin and bright eyes.

"Miss." Xiao Cui helped Lan Zhiyao put on the veil.

"I am Ling Junsheng, the chief constable of Lan County. Thank you very much, young lady, for assisting us in catching the thief." Ling Junsheng bowed.

"Captain Ling, you are too polite. Thank you all for saving us." Lan Zhiyao bowed.

The monks in the temple heard the noise and gathered around. Xiao Cui pulled Lan Zhiyao aside.

"Isn't this Huiming? What happened to him?"

"Go call the host!"

A group of people came to the main hall.

"Masters, this man is the famous thief Wu Yidao. He has been hiding in the temple for three years. This winter, a treasure flowed into the county. We tracked him here and observed him for many days, and finally arrested him." Ling Junsheng said.

"Amitabha."

……

Lan Zhiyao stood far away and knew the whole story.

Soon, a theft occurred in Lan Zhiyao's courtyard. After reporting the case, the county official came and it was Ling Junsheng. After some questioning and searching, the thief was finally caught. As time went by, the two gradually fell in love.

But now, he actually proposed to sever all ties.

How could she accept that three months of love was over for no reason?

In order to avoid going to Qizhou City to attend that crappy flower show, she even made herself sick.

A few days ago, she was still looking forward to him coming to propose marriage.

Is this all her wishful thinking?