Southerners

Pei Ya is a Han Chinese in her 50s. She looks hale and hearty. Her beard and hair are as black as satin. She is well maintained, but her legs and feet are somewhat inconvenient.

Pei Ya is a Confucian doctor. In his early years, he was a doctor with the army. He had a fifth-rank position on his body—the judge of the Taiyuan Hospital, and the Sanjie of the fourth-rank security doctor. Later, he injured his leg and offended the dignitaries, so he wrote a letter Begging for bones, Shizu thought that his legs and feet were inconvenient, and allowed him to stay in the imperial hospital in the future, so that he would no longer have to serve in the army, but pressed the key to beg for bones.

He reluctantly stayed in the imperial hospital for two years, and then handed over the booklet, but he didn't expect to annoy Shizu. Talking, a few words coaxed Shizu to laugh, and immediately approved the note about begging for bones, and let Pei Ya go home.

From then on, Pei Ya thought of Meng Huan's kindness, and often came to Meng Huan's mansion for outpatient consultations. He healed the injuries Meng Huan suffered during his expedition to Japan a few months ago.

When Pei Ya came to the mansion, the person who treated him most often was Meng Huan himself, and occasionally he treated Meng Huan's concubine, but it was the first time he treated other people, and he was still a Han Chinese with a new face.But he was not a talkative person, and he didn't ask too many questions, and immediately went to look at it with the medicine box.

"Doctor Pei, how are you?" Meng Huan asked.

Pei Yazai looked carefully at Song Zhi's eyes, felt his pulse, and then frowned.

Meng Huan said, "Can it be cured?"

Pei Ya looked at Meng Huan's face, and felt that Meng Huan was not in such a hurry when Sa Lan was ill. He thought that if he couldn't be cured, the little ancestor might be in a hurry with him, so he immediately agreed: "Yes, Captain Meng, don't worry. Bar."

Although Meng Huan was only a junior seventh-rank martial arts school lieutenant, his father was a senior member of the army and his mother was the younger sister of General Sodu, so even with Pei Ya's previous position, he would not dare to neglect him. Now Pei Ya has no official title.

After Pei Ya's inspection, he wrote a prescription for Song Zhi, selected precious medicinal materials, and wrote it to Qinuo, but Meng Huan took it to look at it first, and when he saw that there was nothing wrong, he sent Qinuo to buy it.

Pei Ya said again: "This..."

Meng Huan: "Song Zilan, Mr. Song."

"Mr. Song," Pei Ya continued, "I've been caught in the cold for the past two days and caught the wind and cold, so I can't cover him with such a thin quilt from now on." Pei Ya pointed to the thin quilt covering Song Zhi's body.

Only then did Meng Huan notice this detail, and immediately ordered Aqila to get Song Zhi some money.

Pei Ya said: "The prescription prescribed by Caomin needs to be boiled into a decoction, three times a day, don't neglect it."

"However, I see that Mr. Song's fever is severe. If he doesn't lower it, he is afraid that his brain will be burnt out, so acupuncture is used to lower his temperature first."

After Pei Ya finished speaking, she immediately took out a few silver needles from the medicine box, and lightly pierced them at Songzhi Dazhui, Hegu, Quchi and other acupoints.

Pei Ya has practiced medicine for many years, and his technique is extremely stable, Meng Huan is very relieved of him.Seeing that he finished piercing the acupuncture points, Meng Huan said: "How?"

Pei Ya cupped his hands: "Wait for half an hour, and the fever will slowly subside. After taking the medicine, it will last for a few days. Within half a month, sir will definitely recover."

"Half a month?" Meng Huan was obviously a little dissatisfied with this time.

Pei Ya stroked his beard and said, "It depends on your physique, and whether you can take a good rest in the past few days."

Meng Huan also raised his hand and bowed to Pei Ya: "Thank you, Doctor Pei."

"I'll take you out."

Pei Ya refused again and again, Meng Huan had no choice but to send it to the door, and the consultation fee had already been paid by Zeno.

After seeing off Pei Ya, only Meng Huan and Aqila were left awake in the room.

"You run to Song Zilan, does your master know?" Meng Huan asked her.

Azila's eyes flickered for a moment, and said, "Yes, Miss ordered me to come."

Meng Huan glanced at her: "You can go back and report to your master now."

This is driving her away.How could Azila dare to disobey, she responded in a low voice, bowed and retreated, and then closed the door carefully, before going out, she glanced inside, and saw Meng Huan standing beside Song Zhi's bed, with her head slightly lowered , because his back was facing her, he couldn't see the expression on his face clearly.

Azila didn't dare to peek any more, closed the door and walked away quickly.

Meng Huan recalled yesterday's situation, and then looked at Song Zhi's burnt appearance at this time, feeling a little regretful in his heart, if it was cold today, he only focused on letting Song Zhi kneel down, but forgot to cool down on the ground.

But after thinking about it, he was angry again, Song Zhi was too stubborn and had a terrible temper, he had never seen a Han Chinese with such a temper.

Didn't you just praise him for being good-looking, and didn't do anything, as for him to die or live.

Meng Huan covered Song Zhi tightly with two layers of quilt, tucked in the corners of the quilt, and was about to fight back when Song Zhi grabbed her hand.

Even Song Zhi's palms were hot.

He seemed to be suffering, he groaned twice, and called in a low voice: "Mother..."

Meng Huan wanted to withdraw his hand, thinking: "Who is your mother?" But he didn't move.

Meng Huan sighed, so he had no choice but to sit down beside Song Zhi, quietly waiting for Qinuo to come back from buying medicine.

Meng Huan often looked at Song Zhi, but this was the first time he observed Song Zhi like this.

Meng Huan looked at it for a long time, and said in his heart: "A good-looking person is really a foul, even if he is sick, he looks better than others."

The strange redness on her fair face made Song Zhi's whole body look soft and fragile.

On weekdays, Song Zhi was always deserted, armed with a hard shell.

When Zeno came back, he saw such a scene, he was dumbfounded and thought: "What's the matter, young master?"

"What are you looking at, why don't you just boil the medicine?" Meng Huan said.

Zeno pointed to himself in disbelief: "Let me make him decoction?"

Meng Huan: "Or let me go?"

Zeno: "Don't dare, I'll go right now, little one!"

When Qinuo boiled the medicine and Song Zhi hadn't woken up yet, Song Zhi grabbed Meng Huan's right hand and gently shook him with his left hand: "Song Zilan, wake up."

Didn't move.

Meng Huan frowned and patted his face: "Drink the medicine."

Song Zhi groaned, but did not wake up.

Meng Huan: "..."

When did he take care of a Han Chinese like this?Still a mere Confucian scholar!

Meng Huan withdrew his hand and raised his voice: "Song Zilan."

The "mother" he was holding in his hand suddenly disappeared. Song Zhi was startled in the dream, and immediately woke up with fright. He opened his eyes in a daze, and saw Meng Huan looking at him with a dark face. turn around.

Several people stared at each other for a long time, and it was Song Zhi who spoke:

"Why are you here, young master? Didn't you say I'm resting today?"

These words were almost uttered from his throat, his voice was hoarse and low, and thanks to Meng Huan, he understood.

Meng Huan took a step back, ordered Qi Nuo to say: "Give him the medicine." Then he said to Song Zilan, "If Chuo Man hadn't come here out of kindness, you might be burnt to death!"

Song Zhi remained silent, he did not expect that he would be so seriously ill.

Meng Huan: "Since you're awake, drink your medicine. No one will take care of you."

Song Zhi whispered, "Master Xie for your concern."

Zeno handed the medicine bowl to him: "Here! Drink it yourself!"

Because Song Zhi had a high fever, she looked disgusted, and raised her hand to pick it up when she heard the words, but because of weakness in her hands and feet, she almost knocked over the medicine bowl.

Song Zhi looked up again, and Meng Huan was looking at him impatiently.

Zi Nuo said: "You have to be careful, they are full of precious medicinal materials, if they are knocked over, they will not be able to compensate you if they sell you."

Song Zhi took a sip, and immediately frowned from the bitterness, pursed her lips, and swallowed little by little.

He didn't want to drink such a bitter thing, but these two people were staring at him, and he couldn't help but drink it, so Song Zhi closed her eyes, raised her head with a dignified expression like a strong man cutting off his wrist, and poured down the whole bowl of medicine go down.

Song Zhi was so bitter that her face turned green, she handed the medicine bowl to Qinuo, turned over, lay down on the bed, and said in a muffled voice, "Young master, walk slowly, the villain is sick, so I won't get up to see you off. "

Seeing him like this, Meng Huan couldn't help being a little funny.When Song Zhi took the first sip, Meng Huan could tell that he was afraid of suffering.

A big man, still afraid of hardship?

Thinking about it, Meng Huan shook his head in his heart, seeing Song Zhi pouring down the bowl of medicine with a look of lovelessness, Meng Huan said in his heart, "Is it that bitter?"

But when I think about the recipe, it seems to be quite bitter.

Meng Huan didn't care about Song Zhi's rude behavior, and just said: "Recover well, Chuo Man is still waiting for you to teach her how to write."

When Song Zhi heard this, her head hurt even more, so she didn't answer, and pretended to be asleep.

After Meng Huan walked out of the door, he ordered Zi Nuo in a low voice: "Go, get him some candied fruit in the kitchen, run fast, don't wait for anyone to fall asleep."

Today, Zeno no longer has the energy to worry about his status, so he let out an "oh" and went to the kitchen with his head drooping.

Meng Huan thought for a while, and then ordered a Han girl named Lian Er to go to Song Zhi's room to take care of him personally during the few days when he was sick.

After making sure nothing was missed, Meng Huan turned his head and walked to the study room. It was almost noon after the morning's trouble was over.

When he got to the study, Meng Huan found that not only Chuo Man was there, but also Lian Shen, whom he hadn't seen for many days, was also there.

Lian Shen was sitting with Chuo Man, and they were watching Meng Huan's masterpiece.

Seeing Meng Huan coming in, Lian Shen pinched a roll of paper on the desk with two fingers, and said to Meng Huan: "Hazier, Chuo Man said you've been practicing calligraphy recently? Has your sex changed?"

Meng Huan snatched the paper scroll with his hands, folded it carefully and put it down, saying: "Has your father released your restraint?"

Lian Shen rolled his eyes at the boss: "I came out with great difficulty, can you stop mentioning such a bad thing?"

Chuo Man said: "I'm afraid you won't have a long memory, and the scar will forget the pain when it heals!"

Meng Huan smiled: "Tell me, how did you come out? I think the day when you were grounded hasn't come yet."

Lian Shen pouted: "What else can I do, rely on my mother!"

After the death of Lian Shen's uncle, Lian Pingzhang, the biggest support of the Lian family was gone, and the other Lian brothers became cautious in their actions. The last time Lian Shen killed Bai Chongjiu in the street, somehow spread to Lian Shen's father, Lian Xilu, went there.

Lian Xilu pointed at his nose and scolded: It doesn't matter if you kill a Han man, but it's wrong to ride a horse in the street.

After scolding, Lian Shen's feet were simply restrained.

Lian Shen was simply called out every day, and the land was not working. He tried to escape several times but failed, so he could only pretend to be obedient and stay at home, begging for mercy every day beside his mother. Finally, I went to Lian Xilu to blow some pillow breeze, and Lian Shen was able to see the light of day again.

After Lian Shen finished speaking, he let out a long sigh: "The hero is late!"

Meng Huan scolded with a smile: "Is that what hero Chi Mu is used for?"

Lian Shen ate a bunch of grapes from the fruit plate, rolled his eyes and said, "Don't be like that man who is a Confucian official, who speaks so sourly that you can't understand."

Meng Huan kicked him: "This is my study, is this where you play, go out."

Lian Shen giggled and hid: "I'm here, you're not good at entertaining me, so I went to see your teacher, can I eat a bunch of grapes by myself?"

Chuoman picked up a bunch of grapes and handed them to Meng Huan: "They're from Gansu, Hazier have a taste."

Meng Huan picked two and threw them in his mouth, they were very sweet.

Chuoman: "Is it delicious?"

"It's delicious," Meng Huan nodded, "but I'd rather eat lychees from southern Fujian."

Lian Shen on the side listened, and showed a meaningful smile: "Hazier, restless, why don't you just stay in Dadu and do those things?"

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Note: ⑴Instigate (?—1285), a general of the Yuan Dynasty, Mongolian Zalar family, and an old minister of the Qiandi of the ancestors. He was the right minister of the province of Champa at that time, and Champa was the part of Vietnam.

⑵Gansu is the Gansu province of the Yuan Dynasty, not the current Gansu, which is very large.

([-]) About eating lychees, Chen Diaoyan was in the uprising at this time, known as the founding king of Zhenmin, Jianyuan "Changtai", Meng Xiaowei meant that he also wanted to beat Chen Diaoyan, stayed in Dadu for half a year, Meng Xiaowei He is a militant, and he can hardly hold back his restless heart.