Painting Doctor Jinhua

Without asking them why they came into the mansion under his name, nor asking her how to cure Xiao Shiniang's illness, this Mr. Xiao Qilang let them go without saying a word.

"Xiao Xianlang is indeed a true gentleman."

After saying this, Xiao Jinyu didn't hesitate and walked out of the yard with Fenghuang. But after walking a few steps, she suddenly stopped and looked back at the young man sitting in the wheelchair.

The boy has a calm and lofty temperament. He is indifferent to worldly affairs, yet also elegant and graceful, which is awe-inspiring. Even his disability does not diminish his innate noble bearing. This is the outstanding temperament cultivated by aristocratic families in such a beautiful place.

Xiao Jinyu couldn't help but feel a little dazed. She always felt that this young man was quite similar to Prince Zhaoming in her previous life.

Not being able to save the prince's life was her biggest regret, so much so that she also felt a bit of pity for this young man who was also not going to live long.

But it was only a momentary thought, and she regained her composure and continued to walk forward. Before leaving, she said, "If you climb to a high place and look as far as the eye can reach, and see someone off by the water, with the wind blowing in the spring morning, the moon shining in the autumn night, the early geese flying into the abyss, and the flowers and leaves falling, there is a response, and I can't help it. Xiao Xianlang has a good mentality. If he can really be like what you wrote, he may live a long life."

There was a hint of surprise in Xiao Xian's eyes. When he came back to his senses, he realized that Xiao Jinyu and the other person had left.

"My dear, what's wrong with you? What does the doctor mean?" the servant beside him couldn't help asking.

"Fu on Ascending the High Mountain" was an article written by Xiao Xian at a gathering of elegant conversation. It was rated as the best of the second grade by the then Zhongzheng official and was widely circulated in Jiankang city.

The servant naturally didn't understand poetry and the like, so he was concerned about the last sentence: "He said, young master, you may live a long life?"

Xiao Xian was not born with a disability. The clear cough he had was contracted after a major epidemic in Jiankang City. Several sons of the Xiao family had died, and he was the only legitimate son left by Madam Zuo.

Xiao Xian loved reading since he was a child. He could read classics and history books when he was five years old. He was not much different from Prince Zhaoming at that time. The head of the family loved him even more. Whenever he saw him, he would sigh and say, "With a son like this, what else could I ask for?" But who would have thought that he fell off his horse and broke his legs when he first learned riding and shooting. From then on, he could only use a wheelchair to replace his feet. Later, he was unfortunately infected with an epidemic. Although he survived, the doctor judged that his essence was damaged and it was fortunate that he could live beyond the age of 25.

The hopes that the head of the family had placed on him were dashed. From then on, apart from some usual inquiries about his well-being, he no longer tested his knowledge, and his attention and training for him were not as great as those for the eighth son, Xiao Yun, the son of the Right Lady.

Some people in the mansion even spread the rumor privately that Eighth Prince Xiao Yun would definitely be the next head of the Xiao family.

The servant couldn't help but have a bold guess in his mind: If the master of the family unfortunately passes away, and Madam Zuo is in that state, and Madam You is in charge of everything in the mansion, how will the young master survive then?

When he heard someone say that his husband could live a long life, he couldn't help but feel happy.

But when he thought this, Xiao Xian poured cold water on him: "It's just a joke, you don't have to take it seriously."

After that, he said, "Feng Dong, take me to Lingqing Pavilion, I'll go see Sanniang!"

The servant named Feng Dong hurriedly replied, "Yes," and pushed the wheelchair towards Xiao Shiniang's courtyard.

As soon as the maidservant guarding the corridor saw Xiao Xian coming, she hurried over to greet him.

"How is it? Shi Niang still can't drink the medicine now?"

The maid nodded dejectedly and answered, "Yes, I always drink less and spit out more."

"What did the doctor say?" Xiao Xian asked again.

The maid's eyes lit up: "The doctor said that my wife's illness is not serious and can be cured, but everyone says that the doctor is a liar. My wife is so sick, how can she be cured with just a few words?"

Xiao Xian seemed to be thinking about something.

At this time, Xiao Shiniang's voice came from inside the house: "Is Uncle Qi here? Please come in, Uncle Qi!"

The maid quickly responded and looked at Xiao Xian.

Xiao Xian nodded and ordered the servant to push the wheelchair into the pavilion, but stopped in front of the door.

"Uncle Qi, it's okay. Ah Ling has already dressed. Come to my room. Ah Ling has something to tell you."

Hearing the girl's weak voice, Xiao Xian felt even more distressed. He signaled the servant to push the door and go in.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw the girl wearing a white wide-sleeved fairy dress. She was so thin that she couldn't even hold the clothes. Her face was pale, and her eyes, which were originally as clear as autumn water, had lost their luster. She looked like a ghost that could wither at any time.

The girl coughed lightly and took out a piece of silk from under her pillow: "Seventh Uncle, look."

The servant hurriedly took the cotton cloth and handed it to Xiao Xian.

When Xiao Xian opened it, he saw that it was clearly a prescription. The handwriting was elegant and powerful, with a majestic aura that was like a willow tree with the power of mountains and rivers.

"This is?"

"The doctor gave me the prescription privately. He seemed to know my situation in the Xiao family. He even wrote a fake prescription for Wei Yu in advance to cover up the truth." At this point, Xiao Ruoling asked again, "Seventh Uncle, do you know this person? I just saw his appearance. Why do I feel that he looks like someone?"

At this time, Xiao Ruoling really thought that this doctor was invited by Xiao Xian, so she naturally thought they knew each other.

"Who does he look like?" Xiao Xian asked.

Xiao Ruoling pondered for a moment before answering, "He was the most handsome man in the Southern Chen Dynasty who had just died in the court and was once favored by Emperor Wen."

"Right Guard General Han Zigao."

As soon as Xiao Ruoling finished speaking, Xiao Xian's expression changed drastically.

Xiao Ruoling had never seen such a shocked look on the face of her calm uncle, so she asked hurriedly, "What happened to Uncle Seventh?"

Xiao Xian hesitated for a long time before shaking his head: "It's okay, Sanniang. If you are worried, I will take this prescription out and ask other doctors to see if it is feasible. If it is feasible, Uncle Qi will get you some medicine."

Because he doesn't trust others, he does everything by himself. Who else in the mansion can do as much for a niece as he does?

Xiao Ruoling was naturally touched and couldn't help crying: "Seventh Uncle, it's all because of Ah Ling's ignorance. I won't let you worry about me in the future."

She hid it from Xiao Xian and poured all the medicine into the flowerpot, wasting his kindness.

"It's okay. You are the only bloodline left by my eldest brother. I will naturally not let you get hurt." After a pause, he added, "Including your marriage. If you don't want it, Uncle Qi will help you find a way. Don't joke with your body in the future."

Xiao Ruoling looked at Xiao Xian in surprise: "So, Uncle Seven, you know everything."

I know why she is dragging on with her illness, and I know that she is not satisfied with the marriage arranged for her by her mistress.

After explaining some things, Xiao Xian walked out of Lingqing Pavilion with questions.

As soon as he left Lingqing Pavilion, he took out the silk and looked at it carefully. The more he looked, the more incredible it seemed to him. He suddenly said, "The wind is moving. Let's go out again!"

……

When night fell, the moonlight also sprinkled down, and the shadows of the beautiful trees in the courtyard were shrouded in a light that was as warm and moist as water.

The silent sky is dotted with stars, some of which are particularly dazzling and twinkling continuously.

Fenghuang, who had just finished tidying up the room, ran out and saw Xiao Jinyu sitting alone at a stone table, looking up at the sky, and seemed to be playing with a compass in her hand.

"Brother Qing, what are you doing?"

Fenghuang ran over curiously and asked, but he saw that there seemed to be complicated handwriting on the compass, which he didn't recognize anyway.

Xiao Jinyu pointed to the brightest star in the sky due north and said, "Phoenix, look, Pojun has entered Huan. Maybe it won't be long before it will be in the same palace with Qisha and Tanlang."

Fenghuang had also heard of Ziwei Doushu in the Book of Changes, which talked about the so-called unity of heaven and man. The stars in the sky were like the fate of the human world, and each star might correspond to the fate of a certain person on earth.

"What will happen if Pojun Star and Qisha Star are in the same palace?"

Xiao Jinyu replied: "Po Jun is a general who dominates the world, Qi Sha is a thief who disturbs the world, and Tan Lang is a treacherous and cunning man. When these three stars appear in Huan at the same time, the world will definitely change its master!"

"Ah? So that's how it is. So, the Southern Chen Dynasty won't last long?" Fenghuang seemed a little excited. "Brother Qing, who could this Pojun Star be? I didn't expect that Brother Qing could read the sky? Does Brother Qing know astrology?"

During Fenghuang's series of questions, Xiao Jinyu fell silent. She did know astrology, and everyone thought she was gifted. Only she herself knew that this talent came from a notebook left by her ancestors. But what could she do even if she had this talent?

In her previous life, she had predicted the end of Daliang's fate, and had also calculated the Seven Killing Stars that would cause Daliang to destroy and cause chaos in the world, but what was the result?

Even if she could know her fate in the future, she still couldn't predict people's hearts.

Just like Emperor Wu of Liang, he could have stopped Hou Jing's rebellion several times and saved the people of Jiankang City from a disaster that almost wiped out their lives.

But he didn't believe it. He didn't believe that a small bandit with only two thousand soldiers would cause such a big war. He didn't believe that his Buddha nature's compassion could not influence this outsider abandoned by Gao Wei. He didn't believe that the father-son relationship he had cultivated for a lifetime would not be able to withstand the temptation of power. He would be abandoned by these ruthless people.

Xiao Jinyu did not answer, and Fenghuang did not ask any more questions.

After a long while, Xiao Jinyu suddenly asked, "Fenghuang, didn't you say that my mother doesn't allow me to see my true face in front of others, especially those in Jiankang City?"

"Yes."

"why?"