Dingbei Hou's doctor brother

In front of the Duke of Wei's mansion, Lu Ziqing knocked on the red door. After a while, the door opened and the housekeeper came out.

He greeted first, "Butler Song."

"Doctor Lu is here." Butler Song invited him in with a smile.

"Have you soaked today's medicine?" Lu Ziqing walked in and entered the second door.

"I've been soaking regularly, as per Doctor Lu's instructions." The housekeeper followed beside him and said, "I've been doing rehabilitation training every day."

In the main hall, Xiao Cong was moving slowly with his hands on the training frame. Butler Song walked over and helped him sit down.

"We've been walking for a while, let's take a break first."

Lu Ziqing went over and bowed. Xiao Cong, sitting in a wheelchair, sighed and asked him.

"I've been following Doctor Lu's instructions, regularly making potions, giving acupuncture, and training daily, but there seems to be no improvement."

Lu Ziqing said, "The Duke has had a leg injury for six years, and has only been receiving treatment for over half a month. It's not that fast. After this period of training, the Duke should be familiar with the feeling of standing."

Xiao Cong nodded and said, "This training frame from Doctor Lu is very useful. I used to sit for a long time, and I haven't enjoyed the feeling of standing for a long time. Now it's all thanks to this frame."

"It's great that the Duke has such perseverance," Lu Ziqing said, "I will begin acupuncture for you today."

"Acupuncture today?" Butler Song was puzzled and took a step forward to ask, "Hasn't Imperial Doctor Lu been performing acupuncture regularly lately?"

"You could say that." Lu Ziqing looked at Xiao Cong hesitantly and said, "Today's treatment method is slightly different from before. I will be giving the Duke acupuncture for forty-nine days, but..."

Seeing his hesitation, Xiao Cong thought for a moment and said bluntly, "What happened today will not be known to outsiders. Doctor Lu may as well speak frankly."

"In that case, thank you very much." Lu Ziqing looked at Butler Song and said, "Please get some writing brushes and ink, and a brazier, so that the Duke can lie down on the couch."

Butler Song looked at Xiao Cong suspiciously, pushed him to lie on the small couch in the inner room, and took the relevant items and placed them on the table.

Lu Ziqing put the medicine box on the table, opened it, took out the silver needle and inserted it into the corresponding acupuncture point on Xiao Cong's leg.

At this time, he took out a piece of yellow paper from his sleeve, dipped a pen in ink and wrote a long string of incomprehensible words on the paper.

Butler Song was stunned and was about to ask something when Xiao Cong immediately raised his hand to signal him to shut up.

Lu Ziqing stood beside the couch holding a talisman, closed his eyes and pointed his sword, mumbling something in his mouth.

After a while, the talisman suddenly emitted a flame, and Butler Song was immediately frightened. Xiao Cong frowned and watched quietly with an incredible expression.

Lu Ziqing held the flaming talisman between two fingers, still muttering something, and drew it back and forth above Xiao Cong's legs.

The talisman was not very long, but the flame burned slowly, and it took a long time before most of it was burned out.

He threw the burnt talisman paper into the brazier, then opened his sword finger and drew seven more times above his legs.

From that time on, Xiao Cong felt a faint warm current running through his legs, a feeling he had never felt before.

He was secretly shocked and looked at the young doctor in front of him in disbelief, and removed the silver needle from his leg.

After half an hour, Lu Ziqing finally stopped. Butler Song cleaned up for Xiao Cong and sat back in the wheelchair.

Xiao Cong watched Lu Ziqing packing his medicine box. He said, "I didn't expect Doctor Lu's treatment method to be so unique. He is truly a god."

"Your Excellency is overly kind." Imperial Physician Lu said, "This humble servant uses this method privately, but it must not be spread within the palace."

"I know," Xiao Cong said, "During the reign of the late emperor, all Taoist magic and sorcery were strictly prohibited. Even books could not be circulated privately. However, I do not consider the method used by Imperial Physician Lu to be sorcery. Imperial Physician, you can rest assured."

Lu Ziqing bowed, "Thank you very much."

After Lu Ziqing left, Xiao Cong did not look at the wood carvings in the main hall this time, but faced outside the yard, watching the drizzle falling obliquely.

Steward Song asked, "Master, do you really not believe that what Imperial Physician Lu is using is witchcraft? This is strictly forbidden in the palace."

He also looked outside the courtyard and said, "I remember when the previous emperor was on the throne, the eldest prince refused to succeed to the throne and insisted on seeking the immortals. Even though the previous emperor confined him to the prince's residence, he still secretly hid a room full of books on gods, ghosts and immortals. In the end, the previous emperor was furious and burned all those books. He also listed them as banned books, and the public was not allowed to print or sell them privately."

Raindrops dripped from the eaves like pearls with broken strings. Xiao Cong looked for a moment and then pulled his cloak closer.

"There are always people better than you. The world is so big that there are all kinds of strange things." Xiao Cong said slowly.

"So-called sorcery is nothing more than some techniques that ordinary people cannot understand. If we generalize, won't we miss out on many truly beneficial methods?"

"Doctor Lu's treatment method may be unique. Whether it is sorcery or Taoism, since he dared to perform it in my house, he must have known the reason."

Butler Song nodded, not quite understanding.

Xiao Cong's eyes were deep. "My generation is already buried up to our necks in the earth. We should be tolerant, so that we can see more wonders."

The rain stopped at night, and Xiao Yan returned home just after a quarter past midnight. He did not enter the main courtyard, but went straight to Chongcuixuan.

When passing by the corridor, Wen Zhong came towards him with a lantern and greeted him.

"Has the Marquis had his meal?"

"I ate at the government office." Xiao Yan said, then asked him, "Is the young master back?"

"I'm back," Wen Zhong said, "but I don't seem to be in the best spirits."

Xiao Yan frowned, "Is he sick? Have you asked?"

Wen Zhong shook his head. "Young Master said he was fine. Perhaps he was tired from the errand."

"understood."

Xiao Yan took a few steps forward, and Wen Zhong suddenly called him as if he had remembered something.

"Oh, by the way, the young master is not in the room. He seems to have gone to Fengxin Pavilion. He asked people not to disturb him."

Xiao Yan agreed verbally, but his feet stood on the bridge head of Fengxin Pavilion.

The light gauze curtains fluttered in the wind. Lu Ziqing, dressed in white, with his hair half-tied up, sat upright on the mat with his eyes closed in meditation.

The light shone on him, as if he was covered with a layer of silver gauze, otherworldly and otherworldly, like an immortal who had descended to earth, making people unable to take their eyes off him.

Xiao Yan did not go in, but just stared at Lu Ziqing quietly, afraid of breaking this tranquility and beauty.

After a while, Lu Ziqing slowly opened his eyes and met Xiao Yan's gaze.

"My Lord? When did you come?"

"I just got here." Xiao Yan walked in and put the cloak in his hand on him. "Sitting in the wind, why don't you put on more clothes?"

He sat down, looked at Lu Ziqing's pale face, and asked, "I heard from Uncle Wen that you are not feeling well? What's wrong?"

After the first few times, Lu Ziqing began to try to accept Xiao Yan's exaggerated thoughtfulness, and he gathered his cloak.

"No, nothing. Maybe he's not used to the climate in the capital."

Xiao Yan poured him some hot tea and said, "If it gets any colder, it's going to snow. Why don't you go inside?"

Lu Ziqing drank his tea and sneezed. He sniffed and said with a smile, "Wu Ji was here before, so it's quiet here."

"If you're afraid of the noise, you can go to my yard. The door is not locked." Xiao Yan took a handkerchief from his arms and handed it to him.

"Except for the inner study, you can go anywhere in this mansion. Don't ask me and Uncle Wen. It's cold now, so don't come here at night."

"it is good."

"Go back to the house."

Lu Ziqing walked slowly across the bridge, his robe fluttering in the wind, his long hair floating on Xiao Yan's shoulders. He covered his cold nose with a handkerchief.