Lamp Flower Smile

In any case, Lu Zhen's hard work these days has finally paid off.

"Xianxian" became famous overnight.

Dai Sanlang, who lived in the temple in the east of the city, had transformed from a fat man with a big belly to a strong and brave handsome man in less than a month, which aroused the curiosity of countless people and came to watch. After seeing Dai Sanlang's current appearance, and after being embellished by Mrs. Song from the silk shoe shop, it was difficult for Xianxian from Renxin Medical Center not to sell it.

Every day, many people came here to buy medicine. Du Changqing even counted his money till he was weak. Even Dai Ji Pork became famous. Dai Sanlang was also known as "Pork Pan'an". I heard that every day People who went to see him lined up from the streets in the east of the city to the end of the alley.

This reputation also spread to the ears of Mrs. Dong, the minister of Taifu Temple.

In the palace of the Taifu Temple in Shengjing.

Lu Zhuo put away the medical box and said to the person in front of him: "Recently, your pulse has improved a lot, and coughs and asthma rarely occur. Master Dong, let me change a new prescription for you. Take it according to the new prescription for half a year. If there is no accident, you will be better in the future." You don’t have to take any more medicine.”

Opposite her, Dong Lin, the young master of the Dong family of Taifu Temple, sat with his hands down, listening carefully to Lu Zhuo's words, with a slightly red face.

Since he accidentally rescued Dong Lin once at Wan'en Temple, Lu Zhuo has established a relationship with the minister of Taifu Temple. Later, Bai Shouyi asked the people from the medicine shop to make things difficult for the medical center. Lu Huan simply used the name of the Dong family to show off his power. Mrs. Dong knew the ins and outs and didn't comment. She obviously acquiesced.

After that, Lu Zhuo came to Dong's house every once in a while to treat Dong Lin. Mrs. Dong loved her son very much, and she was naturally happy to see that Dong Lin's lung disease had become less and less frequent.

She lowered her head to write a new recipe. Dong Lin sat in front of the small table and secretly raised his eyes to look at Lu Huo.

In front of the rosewood small table, a young girl sat, leaning slightly, with her cloud-like black hair braided and hanging on her chest, with only a cold-colored velvet flower on her temple. One or two strands of hair accidentally slipped down, blocking his eyes. Lu Zhu reached out and brushed them behind his ears, making the neck even more slender and white.

She is not like those rich girls who are covered in pearls and emeralds, wearing only a half-worn dark blue cloth skirt. She has an oval face, eyebrows and bright teeth, like a solitary plum blossom and a cold moon, with jade bones and ice skin.

Dong Lin looked a little dazed.

The young doctor who saved his life was beautiful, and there seemed to be a layer of sadness between her eyebrows. This sadness made her look particularly fragile, but her eyes were like the stream under the long peak, hiding Showing the invisible toughness.

She raised her head, and Dong Lin faced the cold stream.

He blushed silently and turned his head away, not daring to look at her.

Lu Zhuo did not look away.

It wasn't until Dong Lin was restless and couldn't bear the silence that he couldn't help but want to ask, then Lu Zhuo spoke.

She said: "Master Dong seems to have lost a lot of weight recently."

Dong Lin was stunned.

Lu Zhen looked at him and frowned slightly: "But I see that your pulse is not wrong..."

When Lu Yan first met Dong Lin at Wan'en Temple, he was still a little fat, which also aggravated his lung disease. But when I saw him today, he had become much thinner, and even the brown robe he was wearing had become too roomy.

"No, no, no," before Lu Zhuo could ask again, Dong Lin spoke first. He whispered: "I didn't lose weight due to illness. I am... I am..." He seemed a little embarrassed to say it. After a long time, he continued: "I used the new herbal tea from Miss Lu's medical clinic."

Lu Tong paused: "Xianxian?"

Dong Lin nodded sheepishly.

Lu Chen didn't speak.

Dong Lin felt a little guilty.

Lu Yan was so charming that Dong Lin fell in love with her at first sight when they were at Wan'en Temple.

He inquired and found out that Lu Chen was a foreigner and had no relatives in Shengjing. She was now a medical woman at Renxin Medical Center. With such a family background, it is impossible to become a minister of Taifu Temple, and Mrs. Dong may not even agree to being a concubine.

But how can external objects block the minds of young people? Dong Lin liked Lu Huo, but was also afraid of his mother's aggressiveness and fear of being discovered by her mother, so he asked his servants to take care of Renxin Medical Center and go to Renxin Medical Center to buy some medicinal materials.

A few days ago, Renxin Medical Center released a new herbal tea, Xianxian. Dong Lin also ordered people to buy a lot of it. This was originally to patronize the medical center's business. Who would have thought that not long after, this herbal tea became famous inexplicably and was said to be extremely effective. good.

Dong Lin remembered that the doctors in the past had said that it would be better for him to lose some weight, so he doubtfully used it on himself. Unexpectedly, after a few days, it actually had an effect. People said he looked slimmer.

Dong Lin saw Lu Zhuo's thoughtful look, and was afraid that she might see into his thoughts, so he quickly changed the subject: "But Doctor Lu, I only took half the can, and taught my mother to use the rest... Could it be me?" Can’t you use this herbal tea for your chronic illness?”

Lu Ye came back to his senses: "That's not true, but..." She looked at Dong Lin, "Madam has a suitable figure, why do you need this herbal tea?"

Mrs. Dong, the minister of Taifu Temple, is in a state of body that does not require the use of medicinal tea.

Dong Lin smiled sheepishly, glanced outside the room, and then said softly: "Originally, there is no need to use it, but in a while, all the ladies and ladies will go to the summer banquet in Shengjing, and my mother... doesn't want to be there either. The banquet was left to others.”

Lu Tong understood: "That's it."

The ladies and ladies in Shengjing would have small gatherings of this and that kind of name every now and then. People who really wanted to get together would naturally not need such an occasion. In the end, such banquets were nothing more than a competition between families, or a way to win over each other.

Just then, someone opened the door outside. Lu Zhu turned around and saw Mrs. Dong standing at the door. She looked inside first and then said with a smile: "Doctor Lu, how is Lin'er?"

Lu Tong stood up and handed the written prescription to Dong Lin: "Madam, there is no need to worry, Master Dong is fine."

"That's good." Mrs. Dong greeted Lu Chen: "Doctor Lu has been busy for a long time. Come out and have a cup of tea."

Lu Tong agreed.

Mrs. Dong never allowed her to be alone with Dong Lin for too long. Lu Yan understood that perhaps Mrs. Dong was afraid that she would have something with her son while he was undergoing treatment.

Rather be extra cautious.

Lu Yun bid farewell to Dong Lin and walked to the flower hall with Mrs. Dong to have tea. Mrs. Dong asked her servants to bring today's medical bills, and then said with a smile: "Lin'er has rarely had coughing and asthma attacks these days. The government also invited other medical officers to come and see her, and they all said that Lin'er's condition has improved a lot. Doctor Lu, this is all thanks to you."

Lu Chen replied warmly: "Madam, you are serious. Master Dong has God's protection. His symptoms are mild. Even without me, with Master Dong's physique, he will be able to get better soon."

Mrs. Dong liked hearing this, and the smile on her face became more genuine.

After chatting for a few more words, Lu Zhuo put down the teacup in his hand and said to Mrs. Dong: "Madam, I have a favor to ask of you, a daughter of the people."

"oh?"

Lu Yan took out a small medicine jar from the medical box and handed it to Mrs. Dong. Mrs. Dong took it and took a look. She couldn't help but pause when she saw the word "Xianxian" written on it.

This is a can of "Slim".

She looked at Lu Chen: "Doctor Lu, what do you mean?"

"This is a new herbal tea from our medical clinic. It's called Xianxian." Lu Zhu didn't mention anything about what Dong Lin had told her before, and only explained seriously, "This herbal tea can slim down the body, and it's especially useful for women." .”

Mrs. Dong's eyes flashed, and her tone was somewhat meaningful: "Do you want to give it to me?"

Lu Chen smiled: "Madam wanted to use herbal tea, so I took the initiative to deliver it to her door. How could I be so stingy as to only give one jar?"

"Then this is..."

Lu Zhu lowered his head and said with some embarrassment: "I think Madam has a noble status and must know many dignitaries in the capital. If I can make a little mention in front of these madams, it will be a good match for Renxin Medical Center and the common women. It’s a great honor to say it.”

These words exalted the status of the Dong family extremely high, and at the same time placed her own attitude extremely low, which Mrs. Dong also took advantage of. She glanced at the medicine jar and smiled nonchalantly: "I thought it was something, but it turned out to be such a trivial matter. It was just a matter of saying a few words. Since you saved Lin'er, I still have to help you with this little help." of."

Lu Zhuo quickly stood up and thanked him.

Mrs. Dong looked at her, suddenly thought of something, and said unintentionally: "But Doctor Lu, why don't you ask Pei Dianshuai for help with this trivial matter?"

Lu Zhen's heart froze.

She raised her eyes and met Mrs. Dong's inquiring gaze.

Last time at Wan'en Temple, Mrs. Dong had a dispute with Lu Zhu, and it was Pei Yunying who came to the rescue. At that time, Mrs. Dong seemed to have misunderstood the relationship between Pei Yunying and her, but she did not expect to bring it up again today.

Speaking of which, Mrs. Dong was arrogant and rude, and even the servants and guards of the Taifu Temple Minister looked down upon the common people. However, the people in the government were quite polite to Lu Zhu these days. Perhaps it was not just because she saved Dong Lin's life. Relationship. Also because they thought they had a close relationship with Pei Yunying.

Pei Yunying...

Lu Tong thought to herself that since the name of Prince Zhaoning was so useful, she might as well borrow it again without being polite.

She paused for a moment, her smile suddenly turned a little shy, and she spoke in a soft voice: "The palace commander's office is busy with official affairs, so why bother bothering the commander-in-chief so many times with such trivial matters?"

Mrs. Dong noticed that she said "many times."

The implication is that she often "troubled" Pei Yunying?

In an instant, in Mrs. Dong's eyes, Lu Zhuo's originally shy smile immediately became overt.

Also, if the two of them are really unrelated, how could Pei Yunying stand up for the medical woman at Wan'en Temple? You must know that the commander is not a good person, and he is not usually a compassionate person.

If Lu Yan is really Pei Yunying's woman... this man can't afford to offend her.

Thinking of this, Mrs. Dong smiled and pulled her to sit down: "Doctor Lu is good at everything, but he is too polite... Speaking of which, at Wan'en Temple, there were some misunderstandings between Mr. Pei and I. Later, Mr. Pei Don’t take it to heart.”

Lu Chen smiled slightly and lied without changing his expression: "No, if anything, Mr. Pei has a big heart and won't be angry over such a trivial matter."

"Really? When Mr. Pei is free and comes to sit in the house, I have long wanted to have a chat with him."

"Okay, I will convey it to Madam."

…

"Ah Ji - who is planning this for us?"

A loud sneeze suddenly sounded, breaking the early morning silence of the Palace Commander's Mansion.

It rained all night yesterday, and a rose in the courtyard was beaten to pieces. The surface of the pond was like a mirror, with several falling flowers floating in the air.

On the red sandalwood carving table in the house, there is an emerald chess game.

Pei Yunying sat on the nanmu chair, resting his chin on his hand, staring at the half-game on the table with half-interest.

Duan Xiaoyan rubbed his nose and walked in from the door. Seeing this, he said, "It's been a month, and you still haven't solved the incomplete chess piece given by Brother Zhufeng?"

Pei Yunying said "hmm".

Xiao Zhufeng, the deputy commander of Si Tianwu's right army in front of the palace, is a close friend of Pei Yunying. He has a clean family background, outstanding character, and no bad habits. He doesn't like food or sex, but he likes to collect chess records everywhere.

He was not good at chess himself. When he found a chess record and couldn't solve it, he had to drag Pei Yunying to help. Pei Yunying had no interest in playing chess, but Xiao Zhufeng's bets were always tempting. The bet was a silver knife that Xiao Zhufeng found outside. It was rumored to be so sharp that it could cut jade like clay.

For this silver knife, Pei Yunying could only work hard when he was not doing well.

The morning sun shone in through the window, illuminating his face with a hazy halo. Pei Yunying picked out a green chess piece from the jade bowl and placed it gently in the corner of the game.

In an instant, the tangled endgame suddenly became clear, and life was restored from a desperate situation.

His eyebrows moved slightly.

It’s done.

Duan Xiaoyan craned his neck to look: "Is this the solution?"

Pei Yunying blocked his reaching hand: "Don't move, turn around and ask Xiao Er to get a knife to change it."

"We'll have to wait until he gets off work." Duan Xiaoyan curled his lips, "He took a long break from bathing before, but he can't make up for it. It will take a few more days before he is free." After saying that, he sighed to himself again. His tone was, "I usually feel like I don't have enough time when I'm on a business trip, but I don't know what to do when I'm taking a bath. It's so boring."

Pei Yunying glanced at him: "Are you bored? Go to the martial arts field to practice archery."

Duan Xiaoyan took a breath of cold air and shouted: "Brother, are you still a human being when someone goes to practice archery on holiday? Why don't you prepare some medicine for me in advance when I go to the martial arts field in such a bright sun." Speaking of medicine. Duan Xiaoyan suddenly paused and looked up at Pei Yunying, "By the way, brother, have you forgotten something?"

"What's the matter?"

"Have you forgotten?" Duan Xiaoyan gesticulated with him hurriedly, "Last time we were at Luyuan Pawnshop on Qinghe Street, brother, you helped Miss Lu pay the money. She said she would use medicinal tea to pay for the money. You won't forget it, right? ? That’s fifty taels, which is almost equal to my two months’ monthly salary!”

Pei Yunying was startled and thought for a moment before saying, "That's what happened."

"Aren't you going to collect debts?" Duan Xiaoyan reminded: "Even if you are not short of money, you can't waste it like this... I heard that West Street is full of snacks. Anyway, it's still early today, so I'll stop by and take a look. Come on. If you don’t want the medicinal tea, I’ll take it back to honor my father and save you a birthday gift.”

He chattered a lot while looking at Pei Yunying's face. Seeing that Pei Yunying still looked indifferent, he stepped forward again and said in a drawling voice: "Brother - Brother Yunying -"

Pei Yunying frowned and couldn't help but raise her hand to touch his protruding head and glanced at him. Duan Xiaoyan looked at him pitifully.

After a long while, Pei Yunying sighed: "Okay."

Duan Xiaoyan still couldn't believe that he was suddenly agreed to so easily: "Really? Why are you so talkative today?"

"I happen to be going to the east of the city." Pei Yunying stood up and picked up the long knife on the table, "On the way."