Dingbei Hou's doctor brother

Su Chengyi did not go to the Marquis' Mansion. He followed Su Chengfeng to Fucaifang.

A small carriage stopped in front of the Dingbei Marquis Mansion. Lu Ziqing got off the carriage, and suddenly someone came over and called him.

"Brother Immortal."

Lu Ziqing was startled, "Prince Su? Why are you here?"

A light layer of snow accumulated on Chen Ji's cloak and hat. He smiled and said, "I missed you, so I came here."

Lu Ziqing led him up the stairs and hid under the eaves. "I mean, how did you find this place?"

"I have a good memory." Chen Ji put his hat down. "I remembered it when that icy-faced guy sent me back last time."

"Ice face?" Lu Ziqing chuckled, "Don't let the Marquis hear it."

Chen Ji stuck out his tongue and said, "I know, but I won't say it to his face."

Lu Ziqing looked at the streets on both sides and saw that there were not many people, so he turned back to look at Chen Ji.

"You didn't sneak out again, did you?"

Chen Ji stepped into the doorway, looking very confident and self-righteous, "Of course it is. Chang Wang and the others were having dinner, so I sneaked over here."

Lu Ziqing shook his head. "Your Highness should still greet the people in the mansion when he goes out. It's not okay to sneak out all the time. If you want to come to the Marquis' Mansion, just ask them to send you there."

Several servants were hanging lanterns in the corridor. When they saw the two men, they all bowed. Wen Zhong happened to come from the yard. He had recognized Chen Ji since the last time he came to the mansion.

"The young master is back, and Prince Su is here too."

Lu Ziqing nodded and said, "Wen Bo, please send someone to Prince Su's mansion to inform him that he is there."

"Okay, I'll go right away."

After Wen Zhong left, Chen Ji was hungry, so Lu Ziqing asked Xiaoliu to bring food into the house.

Chen Ji took off his cloak, sat at the table, picked up his chopsticks and started eating. "Don't you want to eat?"

"I have already eaten."

Lu Ziqing sat beside him and watched him. After a moment's thought, he asked, "Does the prince study at home?"

“No.”

"Don't you want to study, or do you have no teacher?"

Chen Ji chewed the meat and thought for a moment, "There were teachers before, but they were all very stupid and couldn't teach me."

Lu Ziqing didn't understand. He asked, "Why do you think they are stupid? Do you know all the lessons the teacher teaches?"

"No." Chen Ji said bluntly, "They are stupid. They can't teach a genius like me who only appears once in a century."

Lu Ziqing: “…”

It turns out that everyone said he was a fool!

"So do you want to learn?" Lu Ziqing asked him again, "What kind of books do you like to read? Or what do you like to do?"

After drinking the soup, Chen Ji said, "I like to play. I usually read books about gods and immortals and love to listen to ghost stories. I remember every story clearly."

I can read and speak, but my comprehension is a little poor. That doesn't mean I'm too stupid.

Lu Ziqing tried to ask him, "You like reading books about gods, so do you want to read something else that's just as interesting as the ones you read?"

Chen Ji nodded foolishly. Lu Ziqing went to the cabinet beside the bed and took out a book. Chen Ji looked at the two words on the cover seriously.

"This is... the Yi-Yi... Jing." He flipped it open and took a look. "But there are some words I don't recognize."

"It doesn't matter if you don't know it. As long as Your Highness is interested, I can teach you." Lu Ziqing said, "You don't have to understand the meaning now. I want to see how much you can remember."

"Okay." Chen Ji chuckled, "Remembering things is not a problem for me."

As night fell, the laughter and joyful chatter on the street gradually faded away. A light snow was still floating in the air. A large horse-drawn carriage drove out of the alley into East Street.

In the carriage, Chen Jing leaned against the window, feeling a little drunk, and Xiao Yan poured him tea.

"News from Meizhou: Song Lan's wife and children are missing."

"What?" Chen Jing suddenly woke up after hearing the news, and most of the tea spilled out. "What's going on?"

Xiao Yan said, "I heard that she was kidnapped by bandits in Shuzhou on her way back to her mother's home. With this incident, I'm afraid the Meizhou matter will be delayed."

Chen Jing was furious and suddenly crushed the teacup. "What bandits? This is Chen Qi's plan to keep Song Lan under control. Where is the local government?"

Xiao Yan took the broken porcelain pieces from his hand and said, "They said the bandits were tough and it would take a while to get them. They are either good-for-nothings or they are just trying to shirk responsibility."

He sighed, "Song Lan fights traitors for the imperial court, so his family should be protected by the imperial court. We can't let him feel disheartened. I have to go there myself for this matter."

Chen Jing nodded silently. "Yes, you go in person. If we rely on these local officials to handle the case, this matter will probably drag on for a year without any result. I will give Song Lan a letter of divorce to ease his mind first."

"I'm leaving tonight and won't be going to the palace. Please report this to the emperor," Xiao Yan said.

The carriage stopped in front of the Dingbei Marquis Mansion, and Xiao Yan ordered the guards to go to Fucaifang.

The yard was very quiet and the servants had all gone to bed. He was about to return to the main courtyard, but his steps naturally led him to the east courtyard.

The lights in Chongcuixuan were out, only the dim light in the side room was still on.

Xiao Yan's face seemed to be lost. He stood there quietly looking at the dark main door, and snowflakes fell sporadically.

I don’t know how long it took, but under the light and shadow, I saw him exhale a breath of white air, lower his eyes and turn around. After walking a few steps, I heard a few coughs.

Xiao Yan looked back and asked, "Is there no heating in the house?"

He walked to the door and there was no sound from inside, but two coughs were heard from the side room next door.

Xiao Yan went over and knocked on the door, and soon the door opened. Lu Ziqing's hair was half-tied up and she was wearing a thin coat.

"Master Hou?"

"Why are you here?"

The two spoke almost at the same time. Lu Ziqing covered his mouth with a handkerchief and coughed, saying, "Prince Su is next door. I'm coming over here."

"What?" Xiao Yan glanced at the next door, then turned back, "Why is he here again?"

"Given his condition, it's not surprising that he came." Lu Ziqing looked at the snowflakes sticking to Xiao Yan's body. "It's freezing cold, my Lord, go get some rest."

Xiao Yan said, "There's no heating in this room, so I can't sleep at night. I'll ask Xiao Liu to bring some charcoal."

"No need." Lu Ziqing said hurriedly: "They have already gone to bed, there is no need to wake them up, they will be fine for one night."

When will I be able to change this habit of always being afraid of bothering others?

Xiao Yan thought to himself, sighed, and said, "Follow me."

He grabbed Lu Ziqing's wrist without saying anything and left. Lu Ziqing didn't understand why and asked him, "Where are you going?"

Xiao Yan did not answer. He left Chongcuixuan and went to the main courtyard. He pushed open the door and was greeted by warmth from inside. There were two lights on and he could faintly smell the scent of pine.

Lu Ziqing stood there and heard the door close behind him. This was the first time he had stepped into Xiao Yan's room after living in the Marquis' Mansion for more than half a year.

Unlike the fresh and elegant Chongcuixuan, the furnishings in the room are rather dull, neat and meticulous.

Xiao Yan placed the knife on the knife rack in the corner, lit a few lamps, and sat down at the coffee table to call him.

"Come and sit."

Lu Ziqing pulled his clothes, walked over and sat down, taking the tea handed to him by Xiao Yan.

"What is this, Lord?"