When Ye Lingyue arrived at the reception hall, she found that there were already quite a few people standing in the small hall.
Among them are uncle Ye Huangyun, eldest cousin Ye Sheng, and Ye Huangxuan's family, everyone is trembling.
The prefect was a third-rank official in Daxia, and the housekeeper of the prefect's mansion was the most trusted person of the prefect. The Ye family was just an ordinary local tyrant in the small town, and was insignificant in front of the prefect's mansion.
The fourth uncle and the eldest uncle stood at the lower end respectively, and at the upper end of the front hall, sat an elegant literati in his forties, wearing an ordinary white shirt and Confucian hat, but wearing him had a special taste.
From his body, Ye Lingyue faintly felt the fluctuation of Yuanli, and that Yuanli, at a glance, couldn't tell what kind of cultivation the other party was.
At this time, the Confucian scholar was holding the teacup, took a sip of tea, and exchanged pleasantries with Ye Huangxuan, when he heard footsteps, the middle-aged butler raised his head.
I saw a pretty girl standing in front of her, she was standing there gracefully, she was dressed in a bright moon-white dress, she was wearing a coat, her face was not covered with makeup, she had an oval face, willow-leaf eyebrows, and a pair of crescent moon eyes shining brightly Hui, set off the whole person fresh and refined.
Wen Ce glanced over, and felt that Ye Lingyue's temperament was not vulgar, completely different from the meek Ye family, she looked like a famous daughter raised by a big family in the imperial capital.
Wen Ce then asked a few more questions, and Ye Lingyue answered them one by one, using words neither humble nor overbearing, which made Wen Ce very satisfied, and gradually dispelled his doubts.
"Sister Lan is the daughter of Prefect Lan?" After hearing Ce's words, Ye Lingyue suddenly realized.
It's no wonder that those people who lived in Qilou earlier were shy about Lan Caier, and it's no wonder she felt that Lan Caier came from a good background.
When Ye Lingyue went out for a trip, she became a handkerchief handkerchief with the eunuch's daughter. When she heard the news, everyone in the Ye family was shocked.
After delivering the birthday banquet invitation to Ye Lingyue, Wen Ce got up to leave.
As soon as the talent left, Ye Lingyue was flanked by two uncles, one on the left and one on the right.
"Ling Yue, when did you meet Miss Lan?"
"Why don't you tell uncle about such a big matter."
"Two uncles, I just met Sister Lan when I was wandering around in Juqi Building. She didn't say who she is, and I didn't ask." Ye Lingyue spread her hands, and after prevaricating the two uncles, she ran away in a hurry .
Ye Lingyue did not expect to have a relationship with the prefect's mansion.
But she also understood that the other party just thanked her for giving her a jar of precious monkey wine. As for whether he can get in touch with the prefect's mansion, that's another story.
Ye Lingyue didn't pay much attention to the disturbance of the prefect's invitation. Before the birthday banquet, she practiced acupuncture and cultivated Yuanli as usual.
However, there was another small episode in the middle, that is, the night before going to the birthday banquet, the little golden crane that she put back earlier actually flew back again.
The sound of "fluttering" alarmed Ye Lingyue, and when she looked up to see the little golden crane, she was still a little surprised.
It's only been a few days, but the little golden crane looks like two different people.
The golden crane's body was covered with dust.
"Little guy, why is it you again? Could it be that your moaning master asked you to come?" Ye Lingyue felt a little funny, she was curious for a moment, and let the little golden crane fall down.
This little golden crane can be regarded as the toughest little Fanghe in history.
Generally speaking, after using talisman paper to refine Fang He, it will have a low-level memory. With its memory, it can find anyone the master asks it to find.
But this kind of memory is often one-to-one, that is, a Fang He can only find one person designated by the owner one-on-one in his life.
It just met Ye Lingyue by chance, so it had to rely on its memory to find Ye Lingyue.
In the past few days, it flew all over Licheng before finding Ye Lingyue's whereabouts, and it was a rough experience.
If it wasn't for the fact that it was personally refined by the president of the Alchemist Association, it would have crashed on the way.
Unfolding the paper crane, there are still those few lines of beautiful handwriting on the paper crane. Only this time, the words have changed.
"
There is no disease to moan about, what should one do if one is terminally ill
"
Ye Lingyue looked at the letter, and when she saw those two lines, Ye Lingyue's hand shook slightly.
Between the lines, there was a sense of sadness, and Ye Lingyue suddenly understood that the rich man who she ridiculed earlier as moaning without illness turned out to be a terminally ill patient.
Those words of his were not moaning without illness, but helplessness.
What is the disease, there will be no cure
Ye Lingyue couldn't help being a little curious. Since she discovered that Ding Qi can cure diseases, she has been eager to use Ding Qi to heal people's diseases.
But he was also worried that Dingxi would be discovered because it was too miraculous, so he kept his hands tied.
Staring at the words on the golden crane, Ye Lingyue suddenly had a bold idea, why not try with this golden crane.
Ye Lingyue's idea is very simple, that is to integrate a touch of her tripod breath into the golden crane, as long as the "mysterious patient" touches the golden crane, the tripod breath will enter his body.
Anyway, her tripod breath is continuous, and after losing a small amount, she only needs to rest for one night to recover.
Just do what you said, Ye Lingyue wrote a few lines on the golden crane, but it was different from usual, when writing these few words, she also integrated part of the tripod breath into the golden crane.
Ye Lingyue didn't notice that when she integrated the tripod's breath into the little golden crane, the little golden crane that looked lifeless had a slight change.
In order to prevent the little golden crane from flying halfway and exhausting its mental power, Ye Lingyue also kindly injected a small amount of her own mental power into the little golden crane.
After the little golden crane was infused with spiritual power, its wings became more powerful. It flew into the night sky and soon turned into a golden dot.
In Feng's mansion, Feng Xin was wearing fox fur, there was a gray-blue shadow under his eyes, he coughed a few times, and his cold symptoms reappeared in the past few days.
"Young Master, it's windy outside, so I'd better close the window."
The little golden crane did not come back, and Feng Xin, who had been looking forward to it for several days, felt a sense of sadness in her heart, the other party probably didn't even bother to chat with a sick patient.
Knock knock knock, in the middle of the night, on the window, there was a sound of flapping wings.
"Quick, open the window."
As soon as the window was opened, an energetic little golden crane flew in.
Just when Feng Xin was about to reach out to catch the little golden crane, a more violent wave of cold air hit his body, he only felt his eyes go dark, and his consciousness fell into a coma. At the moment of falling into a coma, Feng Xin's hands, Still holding the little golden crane.
"Come here, the young master has passed out."
Inside the Feng Mansion, the lights were brightly lit, and it became a mess.