Women dressed as men: powerful officials

Xu Yuan calmed down and tried to suppress the throbbing in his heart and said, "Shen Renyao, do you really not know how to write the word modesty?"

Bei Yao raised his eyebrows, "As the saying goes, a teacher is there to impart knowledge and resolve doubts. If you accept me as your master, I will teach you medical skills. When you go to the capital in the future, you can still use my name to get along well in the capital. I am obviously doing this for your own good, why are you scolding me?"

"I do not need."

"If you miss this opportunity, you will never get it again. There are countless people in the capital who beg me for help, but you still refuse such a big bargain." Bei Yao sighed and said, "You are such a fool."

Xuyuan stopped talking again.

Seeing this, Bei Yao said slowly: "You just started to learn medical skills, and you want to remember the acupuncture points of the human body. You definitely can't remember them. You have to learn to take the pulse first."

"Take the pulse?" Xu Yuan was slightly stunned.

She had never thought about that.

She only knew that Xu Wenxian didn't know medical skills, but now he knew them because he learned them from reading medical books.

Therefore, she thought this method was feasible.

"Come here, I'll teach you."

Beiyao waved his hand, and remembering what he had said before, he added: "You don't need to call me Master."

"That's pretty much it."

Xuyuan closed the book and went over to sit on the chair beside the bed.

She asked, “How do I learn?”

Bei Yao stretched out his hand, rolled up his sleeves and said, "Pulse diagnosis is also called pulse-feeding or pulse-pressing. The formation of the pulse is closely related to the qi and blood of the internal organs. If the qi and blood of the internal organs are diseased, the blood circulation will be affected. Therefore, pulse-feeding is the most basic."

After saying this, he placed his left hand on the wrist of his right hand, put two or three fingers together, and made a wish together: "Stretch out your hand and touch me here."

Make a wish and take over.

A subtle beating came from her fingertips. She was surprised and asked, "Is this your pulse?"

Beiyao nodded.

He lowered his eyes, looking at Xu Yuan's happy expression, and couldn't help but say, "He only looks like he's fifteen, why is he living so old-fashioned?"

Xu Yuan was thinking about studying medicine, and didn't want to think about anything else, so he asked directly: "What if you feel the pulse? Just like that, can you tell if there's any problem?"

"Of course there is more to learn. Everyone's pulse is different, but from the strength and frequency of the pulse, you can roughly tell how a person is doing. Some people have deep pulses. If you touch them gently, you can't feel their pulse. You have to press down harder to feel it. Some people have thin pulses. They don't feel full, like thin threads."

Xu Yuan listened to Bei Yao's words and carefully felt the pulse at his fingertips.

Bei Yao continued: "A deep pulse indicates an internal illness, a thin pulse indicates deficiency of both qi and blood, various deficiencies and strain, colds, severe pain, etc...."

For the first time, I felt like I had suddenly realized something.

She looked at Beiyao and tentatively searched for her pulse on her arm.

Bei Yao saw Xu Yuan searching for a long time, so he raised his hand and said, "Give me your hand."

"Oh." Xuyuan reached out his hand.

Bei Yao's fingers landed on Xu Yuan's wrist, moving inch by inch, and then said, "Here."

His hand never left.

After a while, Bei Yao said, "Xu Yuan, your physical condition is too poor. Your pulse is so weak. If I didn't know you were a man, I would have suspected you were a woman."

Hearing Beiyao's last words, Xu Yuan suddenly retracted his hand and asked, "Can you tell whether it's a boy or a girl by taking the pulse?"

"pretty close."

Xu Yuan stopped talking. She stood up and said, "It's getting late. Go to bed early."

"Okay, I'll teach you tomorrow." Bei Yao nodded lazily.

The lights went out and the room was dark.

Xu Yuan covered himself with the quilt, heard his own heart pounding, and finally fell asleep after a long time.

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The next morning, when Cheng Zhicheng went out, he saw Cheng Zeyan following him stealthily.

He stopped and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Are you going to the wish kid's house again?"

"what happened?"

After the fire in the private school, Cheng Zhicheng felt that he looked down upon Cheng Zeyan even more.

He used to rely on Cheng Zeyan, but now, he doesn’t want to pay any attention to Cheng Zeyan at all.

He wants to be a good official with a clean record.

If I continue to go with Cheng Zeyan, I'm afraid I will lose my original intention soon.

"I'll go with you."

Cheng Zeyan rubbed his hands and said a little embarrassedly: "Now that Cheng Jie is gone and the school is gone, if I don't find something to do, I will have to sell things."

"You don't want to study, but you want to cause trouble for Xu Yuan, right?" Cheng Zhicheng sneered. He then said, "Cheng Zeyan, we are from the same county. We meet each other every day. You should be grateful to Xu Yuan. If it weren't for him, the grass on your grave would be taller than someone else's."

On the day the school caught fire, Cheng Zeyan took a leave of absence.

Because he was hit by a wish.

If not for this, Cheng Zeyan would have died long ago.

When talking about the past, Cheng Zeyan was a little unhappy, "Cheng Zhicheng, don't bring up that!"

"I'm just telling the truth. What does your narrow-mindedness have to do with me?"

Cheng Zhicheng walked around Cheng Zeyan without any intention of stopping.

Before Shen Yichuan came, he didn't know what the outside world was like, nor did he know how prosperous and wealthy Shangjing City was.

Shen Yichuan opened a door for him, and now Xu Wenxian is pushing him through that door to a better place.

He used to follow Cheng Jie in calling Xu Wenxian a pretty boy, and Xu Wenxian would just smile and never object.

At that time he thought Xu Wenxian was a coward.

Now, after being taught, he finally knows what it means to be indifferent to praise or criticism.

Xu Wenxian has his own world, persistence and pursuit in his heart.

Even though he has a lame leg, it still can't hide his elegance.

Being different from Shen Yichuan made him see that different world.

Xu Wenxian is his guide. His every word and action teaches him how to become a better person.

These were things he had never encountered in the private school.

"Cheng Zhicheng! Come back here!"

Cheng Zeyan's face turned red with anger, and when he saw Cheng Zhicheng didn't even turn his head back, he became even more furious.

Seeing Cheng Zhicheng's back disappear around the corner, he hurriedly followed him, muttering, "I want to see what that cripple can teach you!"

Cheng Zhicheng knocked on the door, and then waited patiently for someone to open it.

During this time, he looked back and made sure that Cheng Zeyan did not follow him, only then did he feel relieved.

Zhang Qingyu opened the door and saw Cheng Zhicheng and asked, "Zhicheng, why are you here again?"

Cheng Zhicheng nodded and said, "Master is ill, so I should come to take care of him. I wonder how Master is doing today?"

When Xu Yuan came out of the house and saw Cheng Zhicheng, he couldn't help but hold his forehead.

Why didn't she know before that Cheng Zhicheng was so persistent?

Although he complained, Xu Yuan still said immediately: "My father is well now, please come in."

Cheng Zhicheng smiled: "That's good."

At the back of the yard, Cheng Zeyan climbed up the wall with great effort, and then carefully climbed into the yard.

Several rooms were occupied.

Cheng Zeyan looked towards the wishing room. There was no sound and no one in it.

I think it should be the house for making wishes.

Cheng Zeyan looked back at Xu Yuan who was chatting happily with Cheng Zhicheng, and couldn't help but sneered: "Xu Yuan, it's your turn to be unlucky!"