Dingbei Hou's doctor brother

At night, Lu Ziqing was sitting in his room, finishing his homework when he heard a knock on the door. He opened the door and saw that it was Xiao Yan, so he made way for him to come in.

"I came over because I saw the light was on in your room. Did I disturb you?"

"No." Lu Ziqing closed the door and sat down at the coffee table. "My Lord, you're back so late. Has that man been caught?"

Xiao Yan shook his head silently, "I think I can't get out of the city gate. I just don't know where I'm hiding. It will take some time."

Speaking of this, he suddenly remembered his previous doubts.

"By the way, when we were at Lord Fang's house, you asked me to go to the houses to the north. How did you know it was so far away? Could you see it?"

Lu Ziqing thought about how to answer, and said: "Yes, I can, but not anytime and anywhere."

Xiao Yanlu was a little surprised. "Can I really see it? So magical? Then... when can I not see it?"

"Well...um..." Lu Ziqing hesitated. "I might not be able to do it when I'm upset, but I can probably figure it out."

"Are you feeling irritable?" Xiao Yan asked, "When have you ever felt irritable? Was it because of work? Or something else?"

Lu Ziqing wouldn't have been upset by the usual official duties, but he couldn't say it was because of Xiao Yan and Chen Jing. For a moment, he felt like he had dug a hole for himself.

After a while, he covered up and said, "Maybe I'm worried about my senior sister. Sometimes I can't sleep and my spirits are not very good. Let's not talk about this. I have another thing I want to do."

Xiao Yan thought about the thing that made him irritable and asked, "What is it?"

"When the Marquis was away from the capital, he troubled your friends a lot." Lu Ziqing said, "I want to treat them to a meal in the near future as a token of my gratitude."

Xiao Yan smiled and nodded, "It's my turn to treat. Today, Minister Zhang's son returned to the capital, and two friends came with him. I wanted to treat them to a meal, and they just happened to be together."

"My Lord, please don't fight with me for this meal." Lu Ziqing said, "Otherwise, I will feel uneasy."

Xiao Yan smiled slightly and compromised, "I'll listen to you."

Chen Qi was imprisoned in the Ministry of Justice's prison. Not long after, he looked extremely haggard, with messy hair covering half of his face. He leaned against the wall motionless, as if he had gone crazy before.

While he was breathing, someone came in from outside. It was Feng Qi, who was carrying a food box. The jailer opened the cell door and Feng Qi walked in.

"Your Highness, I'm here to see you." He placed the food on the small table. "These are all specially sent by the Emperor out of his concern for you. Your Highness, please come and eat."

Chen Qi didn't move, so Feng Qi tried to persuade him again: "The prince's case hasn't been decided yet, why bother with me, Prince?"

Chen Qi still sat there motionless. Feng Qi slowly approached him, waving his hand in front of him, and called softly, "Prince? Prince? Prince..."

"Ah—hey—"

Before he got close, Chen Qi suddenly howled. His appearance and roar made him look like a madman who didn't recognize people. He was so scared that he took several steps back.

He walked out of the cell while muttering to himself, "The prince is crazy." When he reached the outside yard, he met Yan Qian in the corridor.

"Eunuch Feng?" Yan Qian noticed that he looked strange and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's Lord Yan. Our family is fine." Feng Qi looked back and whispered, "Why did King Zhao become like that?"

Yan Qian understood, "Who wouldn't go crazy after entering the prison? Even the prince is no exception."

"That's true, but the prince is still the emperor's son. It's not appropriate for him to be so crazy." Feng Qi said, "Hasn't Minister Zhang sent for the imperial physician to take a look?"

Yan Qian smiled faintly, "I don't know about that, but I'm afraid even the Imperial Hospital wouldn't be able to cure a madness like your prince's."

"How could that be possible?" Feng Qi said, "Master Yan, have you forgotten that Court Judge Lu just rescued Elder Fang from the King of Hell two days ago? He will definitely be able to cure him. Court Judge Lu is not only famous in the former court and the harem, but also has a high reputation among the people."

Yan Qian seemed curious when he heard this. "How come? He's a doctor who treats the emperor, and the common people know him?"

"That's not true." Feng Qi said with a smile, "It was just a few months ago. Back then, I heard that he went door to door to treat people's illnesses and made a lot of money in a short period of time. During that time, many medical clinics had no business, and they all came to see him because of his reputation."

"There is such a thing?" Yan Qian narrowed his eyes and hissed as he thought about it.

"The doctors at the Imperial Hospital can only serve the Emperor and the imperial harem. They can't visit and see patients privately. Even if they need to see an outpatient, they still need to go through the normal procedures with the doctor on duty. He's not a doctor on duty at the Welfare Bureau. Could he have gone there secretly?"

Feng Qi was also half confused. "At that time, many people went there for the Red Cloth Miraculous Doctor's reputation. I guess... that's right."

"Red cloth doctor?"

Yan Qian seemed to be lost in thought. Feng Qi saw his expression and said with a smile, "Ah, I still have to go back to the palace to report. I won't delay Lord Yan's work any longer. I'll leave first."

The two nodded and passed each other. When Feng Qi was about to reach the door, he slowed down, looked back at Yan Qian before going out.

Since Xiao Yan returned to Beijing, he had been busy with official duties and had not fulfilled his previous agreement to visit Xining. In addition, with the arranged marriage, he was even less willing to go to the Princess's Mansion.

The wedding date had not yet been chosen, and Xining began to get anxious again. She felt like she was in lovesickness and couldn't help but want to see Xiao Yan.

She was uneasy at home for two days, and then hurried to Jingu Street. The snow on the street had not melted yet, so Su Xin put the cloak on her.

"The princess was so happy a few days ago, why is she unhappy again?"

Xining looked at the street stalls and sighed, "Tell me, he's been back for several days, why hasn't he come to see me? He clearly promised to do so before."

Su Xin smiled at her, "The princess is in love, isn't she?"

When Xining heard this, he patted her back awkwardly, "What? It's not true."

"It doesn't matter if you don't admit it," Su Xin said, "It's understandable that the future marquis' wife would miss her future husband."

Hearing this, Xining smiled shyly, and Su Xin also smiled to comfort her.

"The marriage has already been decreed. Why is your Highness so anxious? Just wait patiently. When the auspicious day arrives, the Marquis will arrive in a sedan chair carried by eight men to take you home."

A sedan chair carried by eight people? A wedding?

Fengguan Xiapei, ten miles of red makeup.

Xining put the image Su Xin described into his mind and pondered it over and over for a long time.

She wanted to, but didn't dare to, imagine what it would be like when she and Xiao Yan walked towards their parents in bright red wedding dresses.

As she thought about it, her heart was already blossoming with joy, and she couldn't suppress the shyness and joy on the corners of her mouth.