The so-called "only about 40,000 to 50,000 taels of silver" is actually a huge number - you know, in a den of money like Jinling City, the monthly expenses of a wealthy family are only about 10 taels of silver.
Therefore, it was no wonder that Lin Shuhan frowned and said, "You still miss the good things of that brothel owner. I don't know how much money she has made from you. Haven't you seen that the 'Jiangyun Tower' builds a skirt building today, a separate courtyard tomorrow, and redecorates it every now and then?"
Wu Ruofei sighed and said, "That's true. But after all, my mother raised me." She turned to Qiu Yizi and said, "Mr. Lin is right to be angry. It was all my own decision. I gave all my and Mr. Lin's savings, as well as the 300,000 silver coins I borrowed from the young master, to my mother."
When Qiu Yizhi heard that Wu Ruofei simply gave the madam 300,000 yuan, she was so shocked that her jaw almost dropped and she opened her mouth unable to speak. You know: Qiu Yizhi was used to poverty since childhood. Although he was later regarded as an adopted son by the current emperor, the former Prince of Youyan, the family tradition of the Prince of Youyan was simple, and the daily life in the palace was by no means luxurious or rich.
Seeing this, Lin Shuhan said, "You see, even Lord Qiu was frightened by your willful behavior. Three hundred thousand silver coins, how many poor people can you help and how many poor students can you support?"
Wu Ruofei almost burst into tears after hearing Lin Shuhan's words. She took out a piece of Suzhou silk embroidered handkerchief from her sleeve and gently wiped the corners of her eyes.
Seeing Wu Ruofei so charming and almost drunk, Qiu Yizhi had no intention to blame her. So Qiu Yizhi calmed down and comforted her, "Money is something outside of one's body. Mr. Lin should not be angry anymore, and Miss Wu should not be sad. It is really a pity to be moved by these vulgar things."
After listening to Qiu Yizhi's advice, Lin Shuhan calmed down a little and said, "I'm not angry about this little money. I'm angry that Ruofei didn't even discuss this with me before doing such a big thing..."
Qiu Yizi quickly took over the conversation and said, "Listen, Miss Wu, Mr. Lin doesn't mean to blame you. In the future, you should discuss things with him more often. You also know that Mr. Lin is very talented and has learned the art of slaying dragons. Can't he be your master?"
After hearing what Qiu Yizi said, Wu Ruofei burst into laughter and said, "Mr. Qiu is still good at talking. If you had told me this earlier, why would I have been worried for so many days?"
They talked for a while, but then Yuchi Jiming came in from outside, picked up the teacup on the table and drank the cold water in it, then said: "Uncle, I have already told His Highness your words..."
Seeing that her expression and tone were both straightforward and cute, Qiu Yizi smiled and said, "It's good that you've said it. Why are you in such a hurry? How can you be a great master in the martial arts world?"
Yuchi Jiming's inner strength was profound, and he was calm between breaths. He put down his teacup and said, "I haven't finished talking yet, why did you interrupt me, uncle? I told His Highness that my uncle had woken up, and he came to visit without saying anything, and to visit Mr. Lin on the way. He came to inform him first and said that everything in the garden was normal, and there was no need to make special preparations..."
Yuchi Jiming was halfway through his words when Lin Shuhan sneered, "Your Highness is really taking too much trouble. I am still undecided about whether to open the door to welcome guests. Are you afraid that I will go to great lengths to prepare?"
Hearing that Lin Shuhan's arrogance was about to flare up again, Qiu Yizi hurriedly said, "This... this... After all, my elder brother is the eldest son in front of the emperor. He is the one who is second only to the emperor and above everyone else. I have always known that you are a man of strong character, but today I beg you to do me a favor and not be impolite." As she said that, Qiu Yizi was about to stand up and salute Lin Shuhan.
However, Qiu Yizi had not yet recovered from a serious illness. Just as she managed to stand up, her waist went limp and she fell back down on the bed.
This made Wu Ruofei, who was standing by, very anxious. She quickly reached out to support Qiu Yizi and placed him back on the bed, half lying and half sitting as before.
After settling Qiu Yizi down, Wu Ruofei, with a face full of anger, said to Lin Shuhan angrily: "Look at you, Master Qiu is someone who has done us a favor, so what's wrong with you being a little polite to His Highness for his sake? Do you have to make everyone look at your face?"
There are thousands of people in this world who need to look at Lin Shuhan's face, but the number of people who need Lin Shuhan to look at his face can probably be counted on one hand - apart from his closest teachers, Wu Ruofei in front of him is one of them.
Lin Shuhan smiled to himself and said, "Since you said so, then fine... I never thought that someone like me, Lin, would have to bow down and serve the rich and powerful one day..."
As they were talking, they heard the door creak open, and saw a slender man with a long beard, less than 40 years old, walked into the room calmly. He walked to Qiu Yizhi's side as if no one was around, held his hand, and said, "Brother, you finally woke up. I was shocked to hear that you fainted that day, and I missed you very much. But I was busy with worldly affairs, and I didn't want to disturb you to rest, so I didn't come until today."
Qiu Yizi sat on the bed and leaned forward, saying, "Brother, you are so busy, but you still care about my health. I really admire you. But I am a soldier, so I am still strong. I have recovered now, so please rest assured."
Zheng Xin nodded, then looked around the room and nodded to Lin Shuhan, saying, "This must be Mr. Bansong, right? I have heard a lot about you. I am an uninvited guest today, so please don't ask me to leave, Mr. Lin!"
Lin Shuhan had just been observing Zheng Xin's every move and every word. Although his demeanor was a little artificial, he could not help but reveal an air of nobility that was difficult to conceal. This made Lin Shuhan feel that this son of a dragon and a grandson of a phoenix in front of him was definitely not a playboy, and must have something extraordinary. So he bowed and said, "Hansheng is Lin Shuhan. This 'Mr. Bansong' is just a random nickname. It is presumptuous to be in front of His Majesty."
Zheng Xin had long heard that this Lin Shuhan was a genius, but also a notorious arrogant student, and was afraid that he would not appreciate his kindness and make him lose face. But now he saw that although Lin Shuhan's attitude was still a little arrogant, he spoke politely, so he also complimented him: "No, no, Mr. Lin's name is often mentioned by my father, and he also wants to invite you to come out of retirement to serve the country."
Lin Shuhan heard that Zheng Xin seemed to be trying to win him over, so he interrupted and said, "These are just empty names. How can a dissolute scholar like Lin become an official?"
Zheng Xin was not amused, but he did not know how to respond. He looked up and saw a very beautiful woman next to Lin Shuhan, so he asked, "Who is this girl?"
Seeing the awkward atmosphere, Qiu Yizi quickly said, "This girl's surname is Wu, and her nickname is Shang Ruo Xia Fei..."
Zheng Xin's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he said in surprise: "Wu Ruofei, so this girl is Wu Ruofei? But Jinling is famous..."
Qiu Yizi was afraid that Zheng Xin would say the word "prostitute", so she hurriedly replied: "She is a famous talented woman in Jinling. She is also Mr. Lin's teacher and friend. She can be called a confidante."
"Oh - so that's how it is." Zheng Xin seemed to be thinking about something.
At this time, Yang Ying'er, who had just gone out to cut watermelons, had brought in a large plate of watermelons. Qiu Yizi saw that the red flesh of the watermelons was embedded with shiny black seeds, and they looked so beautiful against the metallic copper basin that everyone couldn't help but salivate.
Zheng Xin had been walking very fast and was quite thirsty, so he said, "Come on, let's eat the watermelon first, and we'll chat while we eat." As he spoke, he picked up a piece of watermelon from the basin with each hand and gave it to Qiu Yizi and Lin Shuhan, and then said, "Miss Wu and Yang Ying'er, have some too. Don't worry about the old-fashioned things like the strict separation of men and women."
Lin Shuhan found Zheng Xin's behavior of taking the initiative quite artificial. He was about to make a sarcastic remark, but suddenly he felt someone pulling his clothes. Looking back, he saw Wu Ruofei secretly pulling his clothes, biting her lower lip with her white teeth and shaking her head slightly, indicating that he should be more tolerant.
Seeing Wu Ruofei's coy look, Lin Shuhan was completely attracted to her. The little bit of conflict in his heart had long since flown away. While looking at Wu Ruofei's beauty that could shame the moon and flowers, he ate the watermelon in his hand cleanly.
Wu Ruofei felt relieved only then. She glanced at Zheng Xin and found that Zheng Xin was also peeking at her - she had been with so many men that she knew from just one look that this powerful prince seemed to have some strange thoughts about her.
So she quickly finished eating the melon, cleaned up the leftover melon rinds, and said to Yang Ying'er, "Miss Ying'er, the men are going to discuss important matters, and we women shouldn't get in the way here." After that, she dragged Yang Ying'er away.
Qiu Yizi watched them leave, then said to Yuchi Jiming who was waiting at the door: "Jiming, you've worked hard, you should go back and have a rest."
When he saw Yuchi Jiming disappear in the blink of an eye, he said, "Brother, you came here specially, so I guess it's not just to visit me, right?"
Zheng Xin had originally felt somewhat disappointed when he saw Wu Ruofei leave the room without saying a few words. After hearing what Qiu Yizi said, he forced a smile and said, "Brother, what you said is biased. Why can't I come over to visit you?"
After that, Zheng Xin slowly stood up and said in a loud voice: "Come here, please ask Divine Doctor Yan to come in and check Lord Qiu's pulse."
Before he finished speaking, an old man with gray hair and beard came in, holding a medical box and various other things. He bowed to the people in the room very respectfully, coughed twice and said, "Your subordinate will obey the order of Your Highness." He turned to Qiu Yizhi and said, "Is this Master Qiu? Please stretch out your left hand, and let your subordinate feel your pulse."
Qiu Yizi hurriedly rolled up the sleeve of his left hand and stretched it out.
The "Divine Doctor Yan" sat tremblingly on a stool in front of the window, then he placed Qiu Yizi's wrist on his lap with trembling hands, took a deep breath, and began to take her pulse.
While letting the old doctor feel his pulse, Qiu Yizhi said, "I have heard of the great name of Divine Doctor Yan for a long time. For sick people in Jinling City, it is extremely rare to have Divine Doctor Yan diagnose them personally, let alone invite a disciple of Divine Doctor Yan. Today, I have the opportunity to have Divine Doctor Yan feel my pulse in person. I am really proud of it. This illness is almost cured now."
Qiu Yizi is right.
This doctor surnamed Yan, whose full name was Yan Mingxian, was the best doctor in Jinling City and even in the Han Dynasty. He was known as a "miraculous doctor who could bring people back to life". He was very old, and was even called a centenarian. He had long since retired and stopped treating patients, but it was unknown what kind of relationship His Highness Zheng Xin had to invite him out.
(Yan Mingxian - Shi Jinmo.)
Yan Mingxian closed his eyes slightly and took Qiu Yizi's pulse for a while, then asked a few questions about her condition. He then put Qiu Yizi's wrist back to the bedside, opened the medicine box, took out a pen and ink, wrote down seven or eight medicinal materials on a piece of prescription paper, and detailed the methods of brewing and taking them. Then he held the prescription in front of Zheng Xin and said, "This is my prescription. Your Highness, please examine it." (To be continued)