Dingbei Hou's doctor brother

Xiao Yan got out of bed and was about to leave when he saw Lu Ziqing in dishevel.

He quickly pulled up his clothes, covered himself with the quilt and walked out of the house.

In the darkness of the courtyard, orange light shone through the stone lanterns, and the strong wind mixed with rain blew diagonally, severely curling the bamboo shoots.

Xiao Yan stood on his back outside the corridor, his clothes fluttering in the wind, letting the cold rain hit his face to wake himself up.

I want to wash away the filth in my dreams and return to the past.

I don’t know how much time passed, but my clothes were soaked and the rain kept flowing from my eyebrows to my lips.

He let out a light breath, looked back at the door that was emitting dim light, and left Chongcuixuan.

The rain gradually subsided as time went on and the sky began to turn gray.

Lu Ziqing was drunk this time and no one believed him if he told others about it. He stayed drunk the whole time and it was already afternoon when he woke up.

It was just like what Lang Si said, as if I had been drugged.

If someone wants to harm him, they can just feed him two glasses of wine and save the money of buying knockout drugs.

Lu Ziqing sat up on his elbows, not knowing whether it was because he was hungry, or because the wine burned his stomach, or because he just felt uncomfortable.

He rubbed his stomach, let out a breath, threw back the quilt, got out of bed and put on his clothes.

Suddenly, something flashed through my mind, and I opened my eyes slightly and said something quickly.

"Oh no! I have to go to the government office today. What time is it now?"

He hurriedly put on his clothes, his mind full of Gou Dongxi's angry scolding and slamming the table.

When Lu Ziqing went to open the door, he inadvertently glanced at a large wooden box on the wooden coffee table and opened the door casually.

The courtyard was wet, with bamboo leaves, flowers and plants blown all over the ground, and the wind had robbed it of everything, making it a mess. Several servants were cleaning it up.

He called to the people standing by the bamboo bush, "Xiao Liu."

"Hey!" Xiaoliu came over with a broom in his hand. "Master, you're awake! I'll get you some porridge. I'll be right there."

As he said this, he put down the broom and was about to leave, but Lu Ziqing hurriedly called him back.

"I was drunk last night and slept until now. Why didn't you wake me up in the morning?"

Xiao Liu said "Oh", "It was the Marquis who told me not to disturb you. He has asked for leave for you. Go to sleep peacefully."

"Ah?" Lu Ziqing's eyes slowly dropped a little, and he agreed in his heart. He glanced back at the coffee table, "What's that on the coffee table?"

Xiao Liu glanced inside and said with a smile, "Oh, that was sent by the Marquis this morning. It's for the young master. I'll go first."

After Xiaoliu left, he washed up and walked to the French window, looking at the maroon wooden box on the coffee table.

There is a small bamboo leaf pattern printed on it, and the edges and corners are surrounded by gold-painted edges.

There is also a narrow and long box on the wooden box.

What on earth is this huge box? It looks like it's very valuable.

Lu Ziqing opened the box thoughtfully, and suddenly his eyes froze. This is...

Inside lay a moon-white robe, the brocade was crystal clear, shimmering faintly, and extremely gorgeous.

He immediately realized that it was a promotion gift from Xiao Yan.

A warm feeling surged in my heart, but after thinking about it, an indescribable complex emotion arose, and all those dull thoughts rushed into my mind.

Lu Ziqing couldn't help but wonder how much he would have to owe?

If you leave in the future and find yourself facing swords and knives, will you be able to bring yourself to do it?

He sighed in frustration, closed the wooden box, and picked up the long box next to it and opened it.

Lu Ziqing was stunned again, his heart skipping a beat. Inside was a silver forehead ornament that was a few times thicker than a silk thread.

It's just a small object, but it means something different to him.

Lu Ziqing never wore any accessories.

It was when I went to a county town in the south, and went to the street with my senior sister and Su Chengfeng to sell herbs. I saw the men and women there, and I was very fond of headbands for a while.

Su Chengfeng and his senior sister picked them up and put them on as if they were playing, and they also hung one on him.

It looked so good when she put it on that men and women on the street came to watch and finally scrambled to buy all the boss's goods.

Someone gave him a living sign, and the boss was so happy that he gave the one on Lu Ziqing's forehead for free.

His senior sister said it looked nice, so he would wear it when he was free at home, with his hair half tied up, and it became a habit over time.

These are just small feelings left over from happy moments within the family.

A small object that may seem insignificant to others may very likely hold many sweet and bitter memories for you.

Lu Ziqing looked at the silver-glowing headband in his hand, and tears welled up in his eyes.

Master is dead, where is Senior Sister? Is she still alive?

He began to feel a dull pain in his heart, and for a moment his previous self-blame and incompetence came back to his mind.

If I had been like this before, perhaps they would not have been taken away.

I could even watch my senior sister get married. Maybe I'd even become an uncle now, teaching my nephew how to identify herbs and shoot flying needles...

Su Chengfeng would definitely compete with me for the title of master...

As Lu Ziqing was thinking, he suddenly smiled. A tear could not be held back and it overflowed from his eye socket and flowed down his cheek.

He collected his thoughts, wiped his tears, took a long breath, stroked his headband, and then thought.

This thing is a personal item that only my family has seen, and I haven't seen anyone wearing this thing since I came to the north.

Why did Xiao Yan think of giving this?

With doubts, Lu Ziqing put the things away and began to think again. He must never drink this wine again in the future, as it would only cause trouble and harm his health.

Not long after, Xiaoliu and another servant each brought food into the room and placed it on the coffee table.

Green vegetable and lean meat porridge, cucumber salad, braised bamboo shoots with crystal shrimp, glutinous rice and chicken, kidney bean rolls...

There are also sweet soups and stews, which add up to ten servings.

Lu Ziqing stood there, staring blankly at the table full of dishes that looked like a full banquet. He then walked around Xiaoliu and glanced outside the door.

"It's still half an hour before the Marquis leaves the court. I'll wait for a while."

"Sir, there's no need to wait." Xiao Liu knelt down and moved the plate. "This is made by the Marquis for you alone."

"What? It's him again..." Lu Ziqing glanced at the dishes, surprised and sighed, and his voice gradually became softer.

"Two dishes are enough for me alone. It's a waste to have so many."

"The Marquis said that the things he gave to the young master must be the best. The meat was delivered before dawn, and the vegetables were picked from Qing Garden. They are so fresh."

Xiao Liusheng took a bowl of porridge and said it casually.

"The Marquis got up early to make this. When he came back at noon and saw you weren't awake, he made something else. He kept it warm on the stove so you could eat it when you woke up. Here, sir, come and eat. You must be hungry after sleeping for so long. Let's go get some work done first."

Lu Ziqing glanced at Xiaoliu's departing back, turned his head and sighed at the dishes.

I couldn't help but think of the last time I vomited blood from my stomach.

Xiao Yan is the same, cooking a lot of different dishes every day.

This way of taking care of people is so meticulous and thoughtful that people are not used to it.

However, although I feel a little embarrassed, I have to admit that his cooking skills are indeed good and can be compared with the chef of Wangjianglou.

One person really couldn't finish so many dishes. After Xiaoliu took away the dishes, Lu Ziqing strolled around the courtyard.

Before I knew it, I had arrived at a small courtyard in the outer yard. I could smell a strong scent of herbs from a distance. I saw Wen Zhong sitting in the pavilion with a few servants, and I didn't know what they were busy with.