Qingguan took the hot tea and saw that the two brothers and sisters were accompanying them carefully. He didn't say much and took a sip and said: "Although you are working under me, you and I are not masters and servants. From now on, just call me Qingguan, six The lady seems unfamiliar."
The brother and sister looked at each other.
"Zi Ang can't be such a pedantic person, I remember telling you this before."
Cao Ziang opened his mouth, and the sound of "Qingwan" only swirled in his throat, but he never said it out.
"I'll sit down for a while and then leave. Get me some tonics that patients with diabetes can take."
Cao Ziang glanced at his sister and said, "Zi Xi, go and get it. I'll tell Liu... Qingguan about what happened at the medical center these days."
Cao Zixi responded with a smile, turned around and walked out.
Qingguan asked: "Have you encountered any difficult and complicated diseases these days?"
Cao Ziang thought to himself: "I did encounter one."
"Tell me about it." Qingguan became curious.
People who study medicine like to hear about difficult and complicated diseases, just like officials like to hear about official affairs, and women like to hear about affairs in the inner house.
Cao Ziang explained the symptoms of the patients Qian'er met in detail, his voice low and gentle.
Qingguan listened very carefully, with a hint of inquiry in his deep eyes, shining like stars.
Yueniang stood aside, looking at the two people's heads approaching, and her heart moved inexplicably.
Young Master Zi'ang is a good person and has good medical skills. When the young lady gets her revenge and becomes independent in the future, it will be a good thing to recruit Young Master Zi'ang into the house.
A "bang" sound broke the silence.
The wooden door was kicked open hard.
"What are you doing?" Yin Lifeng stood at the door angrily with rain all over his body.
Qingguan looked back, glanced at him indifferently, frowned slightly, and said, "Doctor Cao, I'll leave first."
Cao Ziang smiled and said: "Sixth Miss, walk slowly. If you still feel uncomfortable, just come to the hospital."
Seeing his tacit cooperation, Qingguan smiled appreciatively and said, "Doctor Cao, please stay."
Shaqiao'ona's body passed by Yin Lifeng lightly, Qingguan just regarded him as air.
Yin Lifeng didn't know why, but his heart felt cold. I just feel how familiar this situation is.
That Qian Ziqi always walked past him calmly, and there was no trace of him in his beautiful big eyes.
How abominable.
One hand was placed in front of Qingguan.
Qingguan paused and raised his eyes.
"Prince Yin is well." His tone was light and without warmth.
Yin Lifeng's anger was suddenly aroused.
"Gu Qingwan."
"What are your orders, Your Majesty?"
Qingguan sighed. This guy still likes to call people by their first names as before.
"Do you... do you... still have your eyes on me?"
Qingguan has always been deserted, and he couldn't help but laugh after hearing this. In her previous life, she almost had calluses hearing these words.
"Qian Ziqi, do you see me in your eyes?"
"Qian Ziqi, why don't you have eyes for me?"
Qingguan took a step back, with a sneer in his mouth, and said softly: "The prince is joking. I only have a few acquaintances with the prince. If I have you in my eyes, where will the upbringing of the women in my boudoir be?"
It was like a plate of cold water falling on Yin Lifeng. No, it's not her, she would never say such a thing.
When she heard this, she raised her eyebrows, squinted her eyes, and said disdainfully: "Yin Lifeng, why should I have you in my eyes? Who do you think you are?"
Qingguan saw that he was in a daze again and ignored him. She didn't have time to play with this playboy who was loved by thousands of people.
Nodding her chin towards Cao Ziang, Qingguan walked away with Yueniang.
"Your Majesty, do you want to see a doctor?"
After a long time, Cao Ziang couldn't help but stepped forward and asked.
"see a doctor?"
Yin Lifeng turned his face and saw a handsome face. His expression changed several times and he said, "My prince is not sick."
"Miss, why does Prince Yin look a little stupid?"
Qingguan was dumbfounded by Yueniang's question. She really wanted to say that this guy was stupid in his previous life and was a fool.
"The British Duke only has one son, so he can't help but favor him."
Yueniang said with some worry: "Will he hold a grudge if the young lady treats him like this?"
Qingguan weighed his past temperament and answered honestly: "He would probably hold a grudge."
"What should we do?" Yueniang frowned.
Compared to that guy's grudge, being entangled with him is the most terrifying thing in the world. Qingguan didn't want to say more, and said calmly: "I am in the inner house, and he is the outsider. I will not ignore him unless I am in trouble."
Yueniang's face continued to look sad.
Qingguan could only speak more bluntly: "Behind me, there is still a longevity king. I couldn't handle it, so I asked him to take action. Don't forget, these two are the mortal enemies of Wang Bu Jian Wang."
It was already noon when the carriage arrived at Jiang Mansion.
There was already a maid waiting at the door of the house. When she saw the carriage coming, she hurriedly held an umbrella to welcome it.
Qingguan changed the sedan chair and walked all the way in. After half a breath, he was already sitting in the ancestor hall.
In the main room, all the female relatives in the room turned their eyes to Qingguan, and the heat in their eyes made the cold spring day suddenly turn into a scorching summer.
Qingguan sighed helplessly. Isn't this expected? They all stretched their necks to wait for her to check their pulse.
She walked to her ancestor resignedly, sat down on the edge of the couch, and whispered: "Reach out your hand."
As soon as the words came out, the whole hall burst into laughter.
Qingguan was stunned for a moment, a little confused.
Mrs. Zhu walked forward holding the handkerchief and said with a smile: "I'm telling you, all of us in the house combined can't beat one of our ancestors."
The ancestor laughed so hard that he couldn't see his eyes. "Quick, everyone, stop talking nonsense and take out the money. That's the serious thing."
"Ancestor, who are you asking for money again?"
Wearing a black robe with dark embroidery of cloud patterns, he walked in with a folding fan swinging and a naughty smile on his face. Following closely behind was still Jiang Hongwen.
"Tinglin is here, hurry up, come to grandma and me."
Qingguan only felt a figure standing in front of her eyes, and a grandmother above her head fell on her. She lowered her head and saw another pair of black-soled cloud boots.
With no choice but to do so, Qingguan had no choice but to stand up, greet the visitor and say, "King Shou, be well."
King of longevity
Zhao Jingyan frowned secretly. What kind of name was this? It was so unpleasant that it reminded him of the word "coffin".
"Call me Tinglin, we are all members of my family."
Who is your family member
Qingguan hid her expression and was about to leave, but was caught by her ancestor and sat down on the couch. "Good boy, sit down quickly. I've been waiting for you to come. Quickly feel my ancestor's pulse. For the past half a month, my ancestor hasn't touched any sugar."
"Ancestor, you haven't said anything about the money yet?"
The ancestor stroked Qing Guan's hand and smiled so hard that he couldn't even see her.
"I said that as soon as this child came in, he would check my pulse first, but they didn't believe me one by one. No, they lost their money in vain."
"I'm afraid the person in this world who can make our ancestors lose money has not yet been born."
Zhao Jingyan flattered her greatly, but she looked at that beautiful figure out of the corner of her eye.
The woman's long and soft eyeliner is soft and subtle, her long eyelashes are slightly raised and unmoved, like silent butterfly wings, and her beautiful face is as quiet as water, as if she had stepped out of a painting. Only the coldness in his eyes broke the elegance and leisureliness around him, making him feel unapproachable.
Qingguan was really powerless against the commotion of the women in the Jiang family, so he pretended not to hear and checked the pulse of his ancestor. Moreover, she actively ignored the inquiring gaze.
Putting down her slender fingers, the maid had already prepared the pen and ink. Qing Guan finished it with a setback and said: "It's already well, but it still needs to be nursed back to health. I added two more bitter medicines and took them for another half a month. The ancestors can be with her. They compete with each other."
"We can't even win money, how can we compare with the footsteps of our ancestors." Zhu joked deliberately.
The ancestor glanced at her and said, "Look, Dongdao, who only has five taels of silver in total, is so painful that it feels like something. Please give her a good beating."
"Our ancestors pulled out their hairs, which are thicker than oxen. We ignorant people just keep our eyes on five taels of silver and won't let go."
"Quick...quick...tear her mouth off for me!"
Everyone was made to laugh by the old man and the young man.
Qingguan only felt a little dazed.
The hall of the Qian family was always very lively as long as the two siblings were there. In a blink of an eye, I haven't heard such a gathering together and laughing heartily for many years.
She shook her head, walked to the three ladies and sat down, motioning for them to take turns one by one.
Zhao Jingyan clearly saw the sadness in her eyes, and doubts flashed in her heart, where did her sadness come from.
Mrs. Zhang only felt a cold feeling on her wrist.
It's already March, but this girl's hands are still cold. Mrs. Zhang took one look at her dress, which was plain and thin, and she felt love and pity in her heart.
Princess Huayang's reputation has been heard by all the high-ranking women in the capital, and she is a powerful princess. It must be extremely difficult for this girl to live under her hands.
Zhang's thoughts changed and she looked at her son.
By chance, Jiang Hongwen happened to look towards Qingguan. The eyes of mother and son met in the air. The former smiled and looked away.
Oh, there's something going on.
When Mrs. Zhang saw her son's appearance, she thought about it.
Qi'er was raised by his ancestors and his children since he was a child. He was pampered and spoiled. He spent all day eating, drinking, whoring, gambling, causing trouble, and never did anything serious.
He was about to be nineteen, but he was so "famous" that no serious girl from a high-ranking family was willing to marry him.
These six girls are good-looking, quiet-tempered, and quite popular with their ancestors. The most rare thing is that Qi'er seems to obey her... If she can marry someone into the family, her son may be able to make progress under her control.
Qingguan concentrated on feeling her pulse, but she didn't expect that Mrs. Zhang had already made up her mind and wanted to persuade her ancestors to get her into the Jiang Mansion.
After checking Mrs. Zhang's pulse, Qingguan explained it in detail, and the person in front of her was replaced by the second lady.
All pulses have been checked and it is already noon. The ancestor drove everyone away, leaving only a few favorites to eat with her. Everyone else also knew her preferences, so they deliberately said a few sour words and went back to their rooms.