Dingbei Hou's doctor brother

In the open space beside the pavilion, an old man in a navy blue robe stood behind the child, holding his arms with both hands and giving instructions.

"Pull back the bayonet and throw it out. Don't be too stiff. Relax a little."

"Jin'er."

Xiao Yan approached and called out. The two people who were practicing swords turned around, and Jin'er raised her eyebrows and smiled.

"uncle."

He ran over happily, Xiao Yan picked him up, spun him around, and pinched his little face.

"Jin'er has gained weight and grown taller. Look at her little face, so chubby."

Jin'er is five years old and has grown faster than his peers. He has inherited his roots from the Xiao family. He shook the wooden sword in his hand and showed off happily.

"Look, this is the knife my grandpa just bought me. What do you think? Isn't it domineering?"

Xiao Yan shook it in one hand and said childishly, "Well, this knife is quite domineering. I had one when I was a child."

"Really?" Jin'er was very happy. "Then when can you show it to me?"

"Okay!" Xiao Yan handed him the knife, "Come to my house when you have time and show me whose knife is more powerful."

The old man next to him had white hair on his temples. Even though he was in his sixties, he was still tall and strong, and exuded majesty.

It was Duke Chengguo, Xiao Liang.

"Qingjun is here." He walked over with a smile, "Why are you free to come here today?"

"Talk to uncle about something." Xiao Yan put Jin'er down and patted his head. "Jin'er, go play by yourself first. Uncle will talk to your grandfather for a while."

Tian Bo took Jin Er farther away. Xiao Liang looked at him and asked, "What's the matter?"

Xiao Yan said, "Has my brother brought over some porcelain again recently?"

"Porcelain?" Xiao Liang half-closed his eyes and asked in confusion, "No, what's wrong?"

Xiao Yan took out a memorial from his arms and handed it to Xiao Liang, "This is given to me by Minister Zhang. Uncle, please take a look."

Xiao Liang took it and flipped through it, his face changing slightly. He closed the memorial and said, "This is nonsense. That old bastard Wan Fengnian is just making false accusations."

"Since he was able to write this memorial, he must know something," Xiao Yan said.

"Uncle likes porcelain. Could it be that someone substituted the design when he bought it?"

"No, I haven't been to Qibao Street for a while." Xiao Liang thought for a moment and looked sideways at Uncle Tian under a tree not far away. "Old Tian, ​​come here."

Tian Bo came over upon hearing the voice, "Master."

Xiao Liang asked, "Has Yuan Sheng brought any porcelain here recently?"

Tian Bo lowered his eyes in thought, then raised them, "The day the master returned from Tianjin, the Marquis came over with something in his arms. Later, Minister Qian from the Ministry of War came to visit, but he left before you returned."

"Where did he put it?"

"It should be in the main hall."

Xiao Liang hurriedly stepped into the main hall, and Xiao Yan followed behind.

The wooden cabinets on both sides of the main hall were filled with jade and porcelain. He glanced at it and saw a pair of small blue and white celestial globe vases with sea dragon patterns in the middle of the wooden cabinet on the right, which he had never seen before.

Xiao Liang took it down and took a look. The pattern was complicated, with white dragon patterns and white sea wave patterns intertwined, which made him a little dizzy.

The dragon above has only four claws, no scales and no horns.

"This is a Chilong. It looks very much like a dragon, but it is not a dragon," said Xiao Liang.

Xiao Yan took the other one, turned the bottle and looked at it carefully, his face changed.

"It's just a dragon pattern."

Xiao Liang's eyes widened in shock. He put down the porcelain bottle in his hand and took Xiao Yan's to take a look.

The dragon's body is hidden in the ripples of the sea water and is difficult to detect. But if you look closely, you can see horns, scales, and five claws, which are the dragon patterns.

"This?" He was a little surprised. "How could it be?"

Xiao Yan analyzed while looking at the bottle.

"I know Uncle likes antique porcelain. This must have been deliberately set up. The two bottles were swapped during packaging. The patterns on the two bottles are very similar, so you can't notice them without looking closely. I probably didn't notice it and just put it on the shelf after I brought it back. And Minister Qian happened to see it, so I had to get rid of it quickly."

"These people are so pervasive that they actually make a fuss about these things."

Xiao Liang angrily rebuked him and sighed, "Fortunately, I didn't submit this memorial in time. Otherwise, it would be my Duke's Mansion that was confiscated today."

Xiao Yan put down the bottle and said, "It's not just Uncle here, they're targeting our entire Xiao family. If this matter is exposed, the Yan family will definitely accuse us of treason."

He reminded Xiao Liang, "Uncle must tell me to be more cautious in the future. This time we were lucky, but there's no guarantee we won't be wrong next time."

It was already dusk when Lu Ziqing came out of the Minister's house. He had not rested for a day and a night, and felt a little dazed and listless.

The flow of people on Jingu Street remains unabated. The restaurants on both sides of the Xiling River have hung lights, which are reflected on the river surface. Guests are also coming in and out of the pleasure boats.

He walked slowly across the river street. The cold wind blew on his face, which pricked his skin a little, and he couldn't help shivering.

Lu Ziqing walked through the crowd and looked at the shops on the right, preparing to find a noodle stall to eat something before returning to the Marquis' Mansion.

From time to time, scholars and intellectuals would pass by him, chatting and laughing as they headed for the boat on the left.

There was food on the street above the stone steps. He went up and halfway there he heard a commotion and shouting from the riverside.

"Oh, stop pushing, someone has fallen in. Come on, who among you can swim and pull him out?"

Lu Ziqing turned his head to look in the direction of the commotion. People around him gathered at the riverside to watch the excitement, and the wooden bridge was also full of people.

"Who would dare to go down into such icy water? If they don't get out, they'll freeze to death."

"Go find the military officer on duty."

"Please make way, everyone, please make way so I can get out..."

Lu Ziqing trotted over, squeezed into the crowd and stood at the front.

Before he could see clearly what was happening in the river, the person behind him seemed unsatisfied with not seeing what was happening, and kept squeezing forward, pushing him forward and causing him to stagger a few steps, nearly falling in.

"Don't push, move back," he shouted to the people behind him, "There's no guardrail by the river. If you keep pushing, you'll fall in."

After he shouted, the people behind him retreated with a low laugh.

Lu Ziqing looked back and saw a man struggling in the water. The river surface was more than ten feet above the ground, and there were stone embankments on both sides, with nowhere to hold on.

He shouted to the people around him, "Is there a rope? Rope, who has a rope?"

At this moment, someone on the nearby wooden bridge responded, "Go to the store and get a rope, hurry up."

Soon, another shout came from the wooden bridge, "Sir, catch the rope."

Lu Ziqing caught the rope thrown to him, put it around his waist swiftly, and jumped down neatly.

He shuddered as he entered the water. The winter river water was so cold that it penetrated his bones. He wiped his face and swam towards the man.

After struggling in the icy water for too long, the man closed his eyes and coughed uncontrollably. His body sank into the water and he paddled desperately with his hands.

Lu Ziqing put one arm around the man's waist and held the rope with the other hand. Several people on the river bank worked together to pull him towards the shore. After a lot of trouble, they finally got ashore. The people around them slowly dispersed while whispering.

The man was a handsome young man with fair skin. After choking on a few mouthfuls of cold water, he lay unconscious on the ground.

Lu Ziqing knelt beside him, placed his hands on his chest and pressed a few times. The young man suddenly coughed up a few mouthfuls of water and slowly opened his eyes.

He helped the man up and sat him against the wall. "How are you? Are you okay?"

The young man looked very heroic, with slightly narrow eyes. He was a cold and aloof rich young man with a bit of bad boy temperament.

Although he looks like a teenager, he is more mature than a teenager.