Snow in my heart?

After hearing Lu Jinxi's words, Mr. Ye was a little confused. After tasting it carefully for a long time, he tasted a little bit, and he was a little surprised: "You mean..."

"I'm just thinking, don't take it seriously." Lu Jinxi didn't dare to say whether he guessed right or not, he was just joking, "After six years of not returning home, the Taishifu has a birthday banquet, but he said snow I don't come back until it melts. I'm thinking about it, it's either deliberately putting on airs, and it's going to make some people feel uncomfortable. Or..."

"how?"

Ye Shi suddenly became curious and looked at Lu Jinxi.

Lu Jinxi smiled and saw the little maid bringing tea, she took a cup and said, "Either he can't make up his mind and hesitated in his heart."

If you say no to go back without a single refusal, it means that you still have some thoughts about your family; just because you don’t give a definite answer, you just don’t hang around like that.

But the snow on the mountain will melt sooner or later.

Just waiting for the warm wind to blow in the spring, no matter how much snow there is, there will be no shadows.

Therefore, Gu Juefei will return sooner or later.

She really didn't know much about this person.

But just saying "Wait for the snow on the mountain to melt", she told her to take a look at the leopard, and roughly touched the tip of the iceberg of this person's personality.

"If you say that, I think it is very likely that Young Master Gu will come back."

Ye Shi also took the tea in his hand.

This tea cup is Longquan celadon. It is different from the exquisiteness of their imperial palace. It is more natural and simple. The glaze is bright and clear, like sapphire.

"Speaking of which, I was tormented by preparing the birthday gift. Madam has a two-level relationship between Mrs. Lu and the eldest princess, so she doesn't have to work as hard as us."

As Ye Shi said, he couldn't help shaking his head.

However, Lu Jinxi remembered what she had done to Pan Quan'er. There was no reply yet, and she didn't have a relaxed expression for a while, she just smiled bitterly.

"But it's not easy to go anywhere. It's not good to send light or heavy. I've been worrying about it for several days, and I haven't decided yet."

Haven't decided yet?

Ye Shi was surprised, but worried about her: "Tomorrow is the birthday banquet. It's really impossible. Just follow the most ordinary rules and follow the path of good luck. It's better than delaying until now."

"Also prepared with both hands."

How could Lu Jinxi not think of this?

But Guishou Zhang already had a reply, so she might as well wait a little longer.

These things about birthday gifts have always been private affairs of each family, and there is no need to tell them.

Lu Jinxi opened the topic casually and said, "Tomorrow in our mansion, it is estimated that the eldest princess is going, and my third siblings will also go with me. I don't know how many people will come at that time."

"Master Gu has never held birthday banquets less often, let alone such a big event." Mrs Ye thought about tomorrow's scene and couldn't help but said, "The dignitaries must be indispensable, and the old lady in our house will also go. Gu In the year when the eldest son held the crown ceremony, he went to as many famous houses in the capital as he could. I am afraid it will be the same this time."

By that time, a title like Mrs. Shizi would not be enough.

In the final analysis, this is just a title attached to the title, or the wife of the "Prince" who has not yet obtained it.

As far as the imperial appointment was concerned, the Ye family was only a third-grade gentleman. On that occasion, not to mention staying at the last seat, but he would never be the guest of honor at the Grand Master's Mansion.

But Lu Jinxi was Xue Kuang's widow, and she was a real court official.

And it's still the most "hard" one.

In the pile of foreign women up and down the court and the opposition, there is absolutely no one who can overwhelm her. She is on an equal footing, but she can barely find a few.

Therefore, Mrs. Ye never said anything about going with Lu Jinxi or taking care of each other when she arrived at the Taishi Mansion. She knew that she was not qualified, so she only told her the interesting things about the backyards of various households in the capital recently.

Mr. Lu rarely went out, and seldom paid attention to outside affairs.

Naturally, there are not many people talking about these gossips in Beijing.

Ye Shi was trying to show her goodwill, and he made a special trip to answer the favors that she had previously conveyed. Lu Jinxi knew it in his heart, so he listened carefully.

After hearing this, it was dusk.

When Mr. Ye got up to leave, Lu Jinxi had already used his good memory to memorize the complicated situation in the capital abruptly.

"It's getting late. I rubbed a few cups of tea with you, and ate some tea fruits. After a mouthful of addiction, I can be considered satisfied."

Ye Shi laughed and pulled Lu Jinxi's hand to say goodbye to her.

"Madam, you don't need to send it. I know the way out myself. I'd like to invite you to come to the Duke's Mansion to sit down."

"I must not forget it, it will be often disturbed in the future."

Lu Jinxi also agreed, but she still asked Qingque to take two steps, and she followed to the gate of the courtyard, and when she saw someone disappeared in the lane, she walked into the house again.

Egret is taking the little maid to clean up the refreshments that were placed on the table just now.

Lu Jinxi came in and asked her, "The birthday banquet is tomorrow, so it's really imminent. Is there still no news from Pan Quan'er?"

"When you were talking to Mrs. Shizi just now, the servants knew that you would definitely ask when you turned around, and sent someone to rush them again." Bailu stopped and replied, "But he is not here, and the other servants said that he went back to life. Tang. The servants presumably went to handle your business. After all, I should come back later with a definite answer."

When Lu Jinxi heard this, she couldn't help shaking her head.

"This ghost hand Zhang is really difficult to serve..."

A few days earlier, she had instructed Pan Quan'er to pay a sum of money from the accountant and ordered two carts of medicinal materials to be delivered.

The old man, Guishou Zhang, was also unambiguous, and accepted it rudely.

Pan Quan'er saw that he received it so happily, and she wanted to deal with Lu Jinxi, it should be done.

Unexpectedly, when he opened his mouth and said that he wanted to ask for a prescription for treating rheumatism and relieving cold, Guishou Zhang turned his face and drove him out.

Pan Quan'er was just an ordinary errand runner, and she was a little smarter than ordinary people. She never thought that a pie would fall from the sky and hit her on the head.

As soon as Lu Jinxi came on this errand, he knew that it was an appreciation, and he had to weigh his weight.

Therefore, he attaches great importance to this errand.

The pharmacist in Shaanxi, who is also his friend, once proposed to falsely report the price of medicine, so as to make money for Pan Quan'er. But Pan Quan'er didn't answer.

He hoped to do this errand well, and the second grandmother had the eyes of him, and he had a real hope for life.

But where did you think of the ghost hand Zhang to make this out?

Pan Quan'er was caught off guard, so she had to report to Lu Jinxi about the progress of the matter while trying her best to grind her hands.

When the sun rises, I go to the center, and when the sun goes down, I also go to the center.

Again and again, again and again.

I don't know if he was bothered by his back and forth several times. On the fourth day, the old man with all his hair and beard finally let go.

As soon as he appeared in the lobby, Guishou Zhang stared at him for a long time, and asked strangely, "I want a prescription for rheumatism and cold legs, right?"

At that moment, Pan Quan'er doubted that she was thinking every day and dreaming at night, thinking that she was in a dream. He pinched himself hard, and then came to his senses—

Ghost Hand Zhang agreed!

For a while, he almost jumped to the sky with no joy, and repeatedly replied to him "that's it".

Guishou Zhang was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, and while he was dispensing medicines for other patients in the medicine cabinet, he said to him: "I understand, I told your madam to put your heart in your stomach. Before the birthday banquet, I will take out the things, Then you can come and pick it up."

After speaking, Pan Quan'er could not be seen standing here again, impatiently telling him to get out of the way, so don't get in the way of other patients here.

He agreed to everything, and Pan Quan'er looked at him like grandpa, how could he dare to disobey?

With a thousand gratitude in his mouth, he praised Hua Tuo for being alive, and then he withdrew.

While Lu Jinxi was talking to Mrs Ye in the room, Pan Quan'er took the time to leave the house.

Huishengtang is also in the east of the city, but it is an outer city.

Different from the dignitaries and nobles living in the east of the inner city, the east of the outer city is full of ordinary people, ordinary people account for the majority, and there are occasionally a few literati who study, but not many.

The journey was not far, and Pan Quan'er arrived shortly after.

A round of red round sun, wrapped in sunset glow, hangs at the end of the west street.

There were no people coming and going on the street, but there were still a few people in and out of the three facades facing the street.

On the front door hangs a mud-gilt plaque. The three words "Huishengtang" are neatly written, and they are quite old.

A pair of couplets hangs on both sides. On the left is "I hope everyone in the world is safe", and on the right is "He Chou puts medicine on the shelf", holding a pair of feelings of hanging a pot to help the world.

Pan Quan'er knew a few words, and every time she entered this door, she would put away the slack and slack on her face and put on a serious expression.

After all, his parents were down and out, and they had asked for life-saving medicine here.

One has to know how to be grateful.

Although Guishou Zhang is a stubborn old man, he is definitely the benefactor of most of the people in the capital.

"Hey, are you here again?"

In front of the medicine cabinet, Ji Wuwei, a young apprentice in the medical center who was weighing medicine, was only fourteen years old this year. When he saw Pan Quan'er come in, he smiled and pointed to behind the curtain on the right.

"Master, the old man is waiting for you in the house."

"Thank you little brother for the pointer."

Pan Quan'er was a little startled, and hurriedly responded, then walked over, stopped outside the curtain, and respectfully said, "Doctor Zhang, little Pan Quan'er."

"come in."

An old voice came from the room, with a hint of dissatisfaction.

This is the first time Pan Quan'er has entered here.

A bitter medicinal smell wafted through the nostrils, most of them were medicine cabinets, and the Duobao Pavilion contained either medical books or medical utensils such as acupuncture and bone scraping knives.

Guishou Zhang, who is well-known in the capital, was standing behind a long table, the sleeves of his sackcloth were rolled up, and his hands were stained with blood, and he was bandaging the wings of a white dove.

Hearing him coming in, he only raised his eyes and blew his beard.

On a dry face, reluctance was written in every wrinkle.

Lifting his chin slightly, he gestured to Pan Quan'er to pick up the simple brocade box at the corner of the desk.

"Everything is in a box."

"This kind of old rheumatism that adds to old wounds and adds to rheumatism is the most troublesome."

"In the past, the old man has never been diagnosed with such a serious disease. He only tried to make a few plaster and prescribed a prescription."

"You take it back to your second grandmother, and ask the patient to try it first to see if it works."

This is very humble.

The ghost hand opened his mouth and moved his mouth, but his hand was very steady. He carefully knotted the end of the gauze, and then heaved a sigh of relief. He took the bag next to him and wiped the blood on his hand.

There was sweat on his forehead.

He is old after all.

On the other hand, the pigeon, after being bandaged, dragged its injured wing and staggered on the table, making two "coo" sounds.

Pan Quan'er saw that it was a carrier pigeon, but she didn't care.

He stepped forward and hugged the brocade box, opened it carefully, and saw a piece of rice paper on the top, densely written with scribbled doctor's orders.

This is the style of the old men.

Pan Quan'er calmed down, closed the brocade box, and sincerely thanked Ghost Hand Zhang: "It's really hard for you to bother, and the second grandmother doesn't know how to look back, I'm afraid she will come to disturb you soon."

"Humph."

Ghost Shou Zhang squinted at Pan Quan'er, and only pressed his fingernails with his hands, sucking out the blood soaked in them.

He said lukewarmly, "Go back quickly after you get your things. Your second grandmother may be in a hurry."

"Hey-hey…"

Pan Quan'er touched her nose in embarrassment, and didn't dare to talk back to the old man. She just hugged the brocade box, nodded and resigned.

"The little one will bring something to honor you another day, so I will say goodbye."

With that said, Pan Quan'er honestly left the house.

Gui Shou Zhang was not in a good mood. After wiping his hands, he threw his burden on the case and slammed the pigeon into a fright.

"Why do I have to do things for her?! Do I really think that the old guy who is sick is the old man named Gu?! I should mix a few pounds of arsenic in it, and the medicine won't kill him!"

"Damn, what are you talking about?!"

As soon as the ghost hand opened his mouth and finished cursing, the curtain outside was suddenly opened, which was quite scary.

His old wife, Mrs. Tang, came in with a basket of freshly dried licorice and glared at him with anger.

"The older you get, the more confused you are! It's you!"

"You don't even think about it. If you complain casually, people will keep it firmly in your heart, and Baba sent you two carts of medicinal materials."

"No living Bodhisattva has such a good heart."

"You know it's not good to catch her, look at people with an old eye!"

"I-"

The ghost hand opened his mouth and wanted to refute, but he was not convinced.

As a result, when he met Mrs. Tang's eyes that said, "If you have the kind of words, I'll slap you to death", and suddenly refrained from speaking.

Almost got an internal injury.

"Cuckoo cuckoo."

The pigeon quietly walked to the other side of the desk, tucked its two wings, and hid aside like a quail, as if for fear of being affected by the war between the couple.

Mr. Tang came over, opened the grid of the medicine cabinet, slowly put the sun-dried medicine inside, and kept talking.

"If you scolded others, 'don't look at people who are poor', they sent you these common medicinal materials."

"It's just the beginning of spring, headaches, brain fever, diarrhea, and vomiting are on the rise, and the medicinal materials are not enough. When you see the two cars pulled by others, your eyes are shining."

"Now that the medicinal materials have been collected, the matter has been answered, and even the plaster and the prescription have been prepared, and you are scolding people behind your back!"

"Is it okay to give you two carts of medicinal materials and ask you to save a few more people?"

"It's not ashamed to lose you, too old and eighty!"

After all the scolding, the ghost hand Zhang, who could walk sideways outside, only shrunk himself into a quail.

He thought, feeling aggrieved.

"If it wasn't for the eldest son, how would I be willing to pay attention to her? Don't you look at what the eldest son lived in the mansion! If I could save her life, it was all in the face of the old general!"

"The eldest son is reasonable, and knows who is right and who is right." Seeing his cowardice, Mrs. Tang couldn't help but spat at him, "It's the second grandmother's bodhisattva's heart after all. You have to care about those old sesame seeds and rotten millet!"

"Okay, okay, you are right, you are right! I can't say enough about you!"

The ghost hand Zhang Yitong blew his beard and stared, turned his back in anger, simply took a medical book from the Duobao Pavilion and a pack of silver needles, and walked directly out the door.

"I won't tell you, I went to practice medicine!"

At a glance, Mrs. Tang saw that he was holding the "Shengji Acupuncture and Moxibustion Picture Book", and when he looked at the package of silver needles, he knew what he was going to do, and he was too lazy to stop it for a while.

"A broken hamstring, it's good to be able to continue it, what are you still obsessed with!"

She sighed lowly, only closed the medicine cabinet, and gently put the bandaged pigeon back into the pigeon cage before going outside and instructing the little disciple.

"Wuwei, hang up the sign of General Xue's mansion. In the future, if someone from their family comes to see a doctor, especially Grandma Lu Er, as long as your master has no life-threatening disease, he will be informed."

Ji Wuwei was stunned for a moment, then reacted, and nodded quickly: "Yes, Mistress, my disciple is going now."

After speaking, he put down the small scale in his hand, walked to the back of the hall, turned out a blank wooden sign, wrote the words "General Xue's Mansion", and added a slightly smaller line of "Grandma Lu Er". Just hung it on the wall.