Yinzhen knew the young lady's hobby and said with a smile: "Don't be afraid, young lady. It's raining so heavily. I'm afraid the Su family's sedan chair has already been prepared. There's no need for the young lady to walk half a step."
Qingguan lowered his head and lifted up his shoes, then raised his head to look at her again, with a glint in his eyes. He wanted to say something more, but swallowed it.
The wheels rolled gradually towards the gate of the mansion, and as expected by a silver needle, the sedan chair of the Su mansion was waiting.
Chen Ping knew that the young lady didn't like walking in the rain, so he carried her into the sedan chair. Yizhen held the sedan chair with one hand and held an umbrella with the other. The master and servant walked as usual.
The sedan stops.
Silver Needle helped Qing Guan get out of the sedan chair and raised her eyes habitually. A man in Tsing Yi stood quietly under an umbrella at the entrance of the courtyard, with boundless desolation in his eyes.
Qingguan took a deep breath and clenched his fists vigorously.
In January, there is no needlework, and today is the last time. Even if it is windy or raining, he will be there! He is really a filial son, but he doesn’t know who to show off to
Without any nervousness, she lifted up the corners of her skirt and walked steadily in the water with her embroidered shoes.
Yinzhen was so shocked that she hurriedly held an umbrella to follow. When she passed by the man, she saw from the corner of her eye that the man's eyes were on the young lady.
Entering the main room, Qingguan was just about to brush off the rain on her body when a towel was handed in.
"Miss Sixth, wipe it!"
Qingguan glanced at the slender, white hand, as if she hadn't heard it before, bypassing the hand and going straight into the back room.
Su Ziyu smiled lightly, with a faint taste on the corners of her lips.
For a whole month, she was still cold and rude to him, even dismissive, as if he didn't even exist in her eyes.
She didn't even bother to hide her disgust, it was really her sixth lady style. Su Ziyu's slightly stiff face raised a smile and followed him inside.
Qingguan had already sat down and placed three fingers on Mrs. Ye's pulse as usual, concentrating and saying nothing.
Su Ziyu focused his attention on her again.
Her face is very white, and there is not much blood on her lips. At first glance, she looks desolate, but after seeing it often, she becomes accustomed to it.
Her breathing was clear and shallow, not as childish as that of others her age, but rather mature, extremely slow.
There was a crushed light in her eyes, sparkling, making it difficult to see clearly, and even a little dizzy.
And that person always looked at him directly, with affection in his eyes without any concealment.
Su Ziyu moved his gaze outside the window, and the raindrops hit the old window lattice, pop... pop... pop... like hitting his heart.
There is no structure.
"Mrs. Ye, I'm going to perform an acupuncture." The voice was still calm, but it was a little warmer than the first time she came back.
Mr. Ye watched her lose her mind for a long time. After sighing softly, she slowly lay down on the bed.
Qingguan looked back at the person by the window with sharp eyes.
Su Ziyu was unmoved and said, "For the last time, I want to watch from the sidelines and hope that Miss Six will agree."
Qingguan sneered, not wanting to say another word to this person, he turned around, cleaned his hands, took the needle, raised his hand, and dropped the needle without any pause.
Although Su Ziyu had heard about it many times, the first time he saw it, he was still shocked. The corners of his eyes twitched slightly and his gaze deepened.
She arched her body, her figure was graceful and curvy, like the stamens of a wisteria tree that had just bloomed. She had a strange look without any unnecessary movements.
Why... why did he feel inexplicably familiar with her. After the last injection was administered, Qingguan straightened up, took the towel handed by Yinzhen, wiped her hands repeatedly, and said condescendingly, "Mrs. Ye, this is the last injection today. Your eye disease has recovered to 60%. In the future, Just take good care of it. I'll go outside and make some prescriptions first, and I'll come back to help you pull out the needle.
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Silver needles have always been used to pull out needles; however, Mrs. Ye's needles were pulled out by Qingguan himself half a month ago.
Mrs. Ye nodded obediently with eager anticipation in her eyes.
The recipe was already in my mind, so I didn't need to think too much. I put it down on paper and handed it to the maid as before, "This is half a month's worth."
"In half a month, are you going to go to your house to pick up Miss Six?"
At some point, Su Ziyu followed quietly, her voice low and gentle.
Qingguan sighed feebly, it was really annoying that he was lingering like this. There was a smile on his lips, not sure if it was approval or ridicule.
"After half a month, at any hospital, Mrs. Ye can diagnose her pulse and prescribe medicine."
"But mother... she only uses yours."
Qingguan turned around and glanced at him.
He stood upright, with a tall and upright posture. He was wearing a blue long-sleeved robe. He looked less majestic than a military general and looked more like a laid-back scholar.
"You can come in half a month. No need for acupuncture. The consultation fee will be reduced by one hundred taels." Qingguan's voice was emotionless. She was about to turn around and enter the room, but an arm blocked her in front of her.
She raised her head, with a sullen look on her face.
Su Ziyu frowned, a little embarrassed: "Sixth Miss, if you have any difficulties with the Gu family, just come to me."
Su Ziyu has wanted to say this for a long time. The two gentlemen of the Gu family have lost their official positions. According to the temperament of the people in this house, they will probably harass her. She is a female, so it is inevitable that she will be bullied.
Qingguan looked into his eyes and sneered, "The Gu family has nothing to do with me and has nothing to do with it." After that, she threw him aside and went into the back room again.
Su Ziyu wanted to follow him again, but felt that Meng Lang stopped abruptly and stood for a moment, feeling his heart slowly settle down.
It turned out that he was overly worried. With her ability, she was more than able to protect herself. Thinking that there was something else going on in the palace today, Su Ziyu turned and left.
At this moment, the little maid came hurriedly holding an umbrella. Her sight was blocked by the umbrella, and she bumped into Su Ziyu.
"Third Master, I'm sorry, I didn't see this." The little maid looked frightened.
Su Ziyu glanced at her coldly, "How do you do things with such roughness?"
The little maid hurriedly said: "This slave is anxious to reply to the Third Master. Miss Yin is here and is waiting for the Third Master in the study."
Su Ziyu's eyebrows suddenly became cold, and he said calmly: "It's important that you go get Madam some medicine first. I'll go to the study myself."
"Yes, Third Master."
The little maid let out a long breath and picked up the knocked over umbrella from the ground, only to find that the prescription in her hand had fallen to the ground at some point.
"Ah, Madam's prescription."
She exclaimed, threw down her umbrella and went to pick up the prescription.
A big hand picked it up before her. Su Ziyu's eyebrows became even colder. He glanced at it lightly and said, "Fortunately, it's under the eaves, so it didn't get wet. Otherwise..."
Like five thunders striking his head, he felt dizzy, his body staggered, and his face lost all color in an instant.
"Third Master, Third Master!" The little maid was very frightened when she saw that Third Master had stopped moving while looking at the prescription.
Su Ziyu was greatly frightened. The weather in September was so cold that her whole body was so cold.
After a long time, he frowned and raised his eyes, his breath a little unsteady, and said: "I will grab this medicine myself. You can go back to Miss Yin for me. There is something urgent in the palace. Let her go back first. She will be free in a few days. I'll go find her again."
The little maid didn't understand why the third master suddenly changed his mind, but she didn't dare to ask any more questions and left quickly.
Su Ziyu did not move.
The rain is getting heavier and heavier, mixed with the cold wind blowing against my face. Against this bare yard, there is a kind of desolation as the prosperity turns to ashes.
The panic in his heart grew bigger and bigger, rippling around like ripples, and then around again, and he closed his eyes with difficulty.
After half a cup of tea, Qing Guan walked out of the house. The green figure in the courtyard had long disappeared, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
Qisu sent it out, rolled her eyes, and said curiously: "Miss Sixth, stay here. The women carrying the sedan have probably gone to take shelter from the rain. I will go look for it for you."
After she left, there was no one in front of Mrs. Ye. Qingguan said helplessly: "No, Yinzhen and I will take an umbrella and walk for a while."
"How to do that?"
Qisu hurriedly picked up her skirt and held an umbrella and rushed into the rain. She walked to the door of the courtyard with a happy face. She called out several times not far away, but no one answered. She stamped her feet angrily.
Qingguan and Yinzhen glanced at each other, and the latter walked over, whispered a few words, and came back.
"Miss, those women are sheltering from the rain in the pavilion, and they can't even call out. Just wait a moment, and the slave girl will go up and call out."
Qingguan looked at the rain outside. It came and went, even holding an umbrella, and her clothes were getting wet, so she smiled and said, "Forget it, let's take a few steps."
"Miss?"
"nothing!"
After Qingguan finished speaking, she walked under the umbrella, hooked Yinzhen's arm with one hand, picked up the hem of her skirt with the other, and walked out of the yard slowly.
When she walked to the entrance of the courtyard, Qisu looked humble.
Qingguan waved her hand and asked her to go back.
The master and servant walked a few feet away. Qingguan looked back and saw that there was no one at the entrance of the courtyard and there was no one around. A trace of disgust finally appeared on his pretended to be calm face.
He didn't care about holding it, and just jumped in the rain like before, avoiding the watery bluestone road.
"Miss, slow down and wait for me."
"Yin Zhen, follow me quickly. This rainy day is really hateful. If you get your embroidered shoes wet, you will feel uncomfortable all day. Next time it rains, your lady will never go to the clinic."
The sound drifted away with the rain, and Su Ziyu, soaked all over, hid from behind the tree.
His throat seemed to be blocked by something all of a sudden, and there was a wave in his heart, rushing up crazily. The figure in front of him became confused. He didn't know whether it was because the rain covered his eyes, or something else.
Once upon a time, there was a little girl who refused to walk on rainy days and always had to lean on her father and brother's back when traveling.
He sneered, "Whose girl is so petite and willful?"
"I want you to take care of it. I'm afraid I'll get the uppers of my shoes wet and I'll be uncomfortable all day."
A smile appeared on the girl's cheeks, her eyes were dark and bright, and she was extremely beautiful. He suddenly had an idea, it would be great if he was the one who fell on his back.
Later, this idea came true, and he thought that it would be better if he could carry her like this for the rest of his life.
Later... Su Ziyu slowly lowered his eyes, hiding the piercing pain in his heart. However, in a moment, he raised his head again, with fire rising in his eyes.
Gu Qingwan, who are you
When Gu Qingwan left the house, Chen Ping immediately greeted him.
"Miss, I'll carry you to the car."
Qingguan lifted up his shoes and said with a wry smile: "No need, they are already wet. Get in the car."
Chen Ping took the umbrella from Yinzhen and covered the young lady tightly.
Silver Needle was caught in the rain and opened the car curtain.
Qingguan was about to get in the car when he heard a crisp sound in his ears.
"Gu Qingwan!"
A few feet away, a beautiful figure stood quietly under the umbrella, with beautiful and delicate eyebrows raised high and a faint smile at the corner of her mouth. It was Yin Daimei. Qing Guan smiled playfully, neither stepping forward nor stepping back, standing alone under the green oil-paper umbrella.