Baishou loses Shaohua

Young Master Ye is ill.

This is the most talked about by the people of Lingcheng during the whole first month after dinner.

"I heard that Young Master Ye is very ill. The Ye family has rejected countless people who came to pay New Year's greetings during the Chinese New Year. Even the decorations inside and outside the house for this New Year have been reduced a lot." At the wonton stall by the roadside, someone asked again. There is a lot of discussion.

"Well, according to the situation, this Young Master Ye may..." Another person said.

"How can this be good, Young Master Ye is such a nice person." The woman selling wontons said to the man next to the tea egg stand while rolling out the dough in her hand.

"Yes, if it wasn't for Young Master Ye, my father would have died long ago if he didn't have the money to treat his illness." The man nodded, and while taking out a tea egg from the pot, he put it in a large white porcelain blue bowl, and placed it on the table. In front of a customer at the wonton booth, "You put the mat first, and the wonton will be ready in no time."

"And my kid, if there is nothing important, the Ye family runs a school where he can read and write. When he grows up, he can't go to the mountains to cut firewood like his father. He is exhausted all year round and can't earn much money. He is exhausted and sick. .” The woman scooped up the finished wontons from the pot, and the man at the side took them and sent them to the guest’s table behind her.

"Sister-in-law, it's noon, go home and cook for big brother, let me watch for you." The man pointed to the sun that was hanging above his head in the sky.

"Oh, brother, I'm sorry to trouble you again." The woman wiped the flour from her hands, took off her apron and put it on the small bench behind her.

"We've been neighbors for so many years, what's the trouble?" The man waved his hand.

"Oh, good people don't get rewarded." The woman shook her head as she walked.

"Isn't Young Master Ye only in his twenties? How did he get such a serious illness at such a young age?" asked the customer who was eating at the stall behind him.

"I heard..." Another person interjected, "It's related to that Yun Xin from Qianyulou."

"Yun Xin? Isn't it Young Master Ye's friend?"

"Yes, yes, yes."

"Do you still remember that this spring, when Young Master Ye left Lingcheng, Yun Xin jumped into the sea to follow?"

"Remember, I was at the pier and saw it with my own eyes."

"I heard that Young Master Ye has always cared about Yun Xin. Although Yun Xin is in Qianyu Tower, he has not seen anyone except Young Master Ye. At that time, people said that sooner or later he will be brought into the mansion."

"I also heard that Young Master Ye wanted to pick it up, but Yun Xin didn't agree."

"And other things?"

"But this time, Young Master Ye came back by himself, why didn't you see that Yun Xin?"

"I heard..." the man lowered his voice, "he's dead."

"Huh?" There was an uproar all around.

"I heard that Young Master Ye didn't know at all at first, but he didn't know until the day of Bu porridge, when someone came to tell him, and he fell ill that night. He was lying in bed for more than a month. Doctors, big and small, have gone all over the Ye Mansion, but nothing can be done, and now they just hang their lives with ginseng soup every day."

"It's a crime, this Yun Xin doesn't know who it is, but he cares about Young Master Ye so much."

"He's a good man." Next to the wonton stand, an old beggar sat on the ground dragging a broken leg, muttering.

"The beggar, have you seen it?" The person who was close to him heard it and turned to ask.

"I've seen it before." The old beggar narrowed his eyes and recalled, "That year when I was begging for food, I was at the gate of Qianyu Building. When he came out, he gave me a piece of silver and asked the servant to bring out two meat buns."

"Can you see what he looks like?" The man guarding the stall asked the old beggar after he scooped up two tea eggs and brought them to the old beggar.

The old beggar nodded: "I see clearly, I have never seen such a good-looking person..."

"Boss, here are two tea eggs." A boy in a rough robe over there stopped in front of the tea egg stand.

"Okay, here we come." The man responded and hurried over.

"Please help me wrap it up." The young man smiled gently.

"Like a fairy..." The old beggar was still recalling.A hand reached out to him, and put an ingot of silver in his broken bowl. That hand was wrapped in a thick robe and only the fingertips were exposed. It was clean and slender, shining like a piece of white jade.

"Thank you." The old beggar kowtowed hastily, this ingot of silver is enough for him to spend for several months.After kowtowing, he wanted to look up at his benefactor, but he couldn't help being stunned.

This person seemed to be very afraid of the cold, and he was wearing thick clothes. He was wearing a silver-gray cloak with piping, and the dark brown hare fur around the brim of the hat almost covered his eyes, revealing only his palm-sized face.The pale face with a pointed chin can't hide a pair of clear eyes.

The man nodded and smiled at him, his blue lips were indistinguishable from his face.

"Little uncle, let's go." The boy carrying the tea eggs came over and said to this person.

"En." The man nodded and left with the boy.

The old beggar stared intently at the man's back, his hands holding the bowl couldn't help trembling.

"Under the world, there are still people like this..." he murmured.

"Little uncle, don't you really remember where your home is?" The boy stretched out his hand and re-tied the loose cloak belt around the man's neck.

"I don't remember." The man shook his head lightly, rubbing his pointed chin against the boy's fingers.Seeming to be a little annoyed, he frowned slightly, "Lu Ying, how many times have you asked me this question."

The boy scratched his head and seemed a little embarrassed: "I'm not in a hurry."

"You don't even know what my name is, so you just insist that I'm your uncle?" The man squinted at the young man named Lu Ying, with suspicion in his eyes.

"Little uncle, I saw you in the valley that day, and then went up the mountain to gather medicine. I came back a few days later and you all left long ago. The master only mentioned it later, saying that you played a good game of chess with him. I checked your pulse when you were poisoned, so I remember your appearance."

The man sighed, "Then do you know who your master's master...is your master ancestor?"

Lu Ying shook her head: "I don't know, Master never mentioned it."

"Didn't you say that there were three other people who went to Jiuyan Valley with me that day? Don't you know the names of the other three?" The man asked again.

"It seems... one of them told me, but I forgot."

"What do you remember?"

"I remember everything in the medical books and pharmacopoeia." Lu Ying said confidently.

That person was so angry: "Since we don't know anything about me, why can't we go back to Jiuyan Valley and ask your master and brother who I am?"

Lu Ying looked at the person in front of her: "Master said, I have to treat a hundred patients who can't be cured before I can go back to the valley. But now, I have only cured 19 people."

The man rolled his eyes helplessly, gritted his teeth and said, "Idiot."

"Little Master..." Lu Ying felt aggrieved.

"If you're not an idiot, what are you? How can your master let you come out?" The man thought helplessly. The kid in front of him looked dazed, and he probably didn't even know he was abducted.But the most helpless thing right now is that he can only rely on this idiot.

"Lu Ying's talent is stupid, let my little uncle worry about it." Lu Ying's pleasing expression made it impossible for people to complain.

The man glanced at Lu Ying and continued to move forward, he sighed: "Forget it, maybe all of this is my destiny, destined to appear by the river, destined to be saved by that old fisherman, I was destined to meet you. I was destined not to die, and I was destined to forget everything." He raised his head and looked up at the sky, with white mist around his mouth, "Maybe this is what God meant."

"Little uncle, your body is important, don't worry too much." Lu Ying said seriously, "I will definitely study medical skills with my heart, and one day I will remind you."

The man glanced at Lu Ying, who was following closely behind him, and nodded perfunctorily: "Okay..."