This is quite frank.

It's clear: I don't like you, but I won't treat you badly right now.

She has no prejudice against Xue Tingzhi, but the fact that the other party went outside to ask for medicine tonight made her feel uncomfortable.

Because, someone who knows how to do things will not do this.

After all, I came to the East Court to report, no one handled it, and then I went out to ask for medicine, which is somewhat reasonable.

He didn't have to go out with honor, but let those who knew it scolded "the madam of the general treats the common son harshly".

This is very simple truth.

Xue Tingzhi listened, how could he not understand?

He stared at Lu Jinxi, and buried his head for a long time: "It's Tingzhi who owes you consideration. In the future, no matter how big or small, you must let your mother know first."

"I finally said something. I don't even know about today's affairs, even the steward who left the door for you, and I won't pursue it."

Lu Jinxi laughed, and then put his eyes on the medicine bag he was carrying again.

"Fever is not a trivial matter. Where did you get this medicine?"

"Returning to mother, I asked for it in Huishengtang."

Xue Tingzhi did not hide it.

The only pharmacy that was open in the middle of the night was the Huishengtang family.

It's no fun to lie about this and be found out later. It's just that how to notify Guishou Zhang and give the correct caliber, but it became a problem.

Lu Jinxi nodded after listening, "I guess so. It's just that Guishouzhang's temperament is really arrogant, didn't he embarrass you?"

"Tingzhi is going to Huishengtang for the first time, but I don't know about it, but I only heard that he is kindhearted..."

Xue Tingzhi seemed a little surprised, but he seemed to have thought of something, and looked up at Lu Jinxi.

"However, when picking up the medicine, there was a doctor who wanted to return to Shengtang. He mentioned that his mother had sent a lot of medicinal materials to Huishengtang, and it was the heart of a bodhisattva. Maybe they saw the mother's face and were not embarrassed."

Lu Jinxi immediately raised his eyebrows, noncommittal, only said: "You have a disease in your legs and feet, have you ever asked a ghost hand Zhang?"

At that moment, Xue Tingzhi's hand trembled slightly.

In the lantern that was lit, the flame was also flickering, as if the wick inside was not very stable, and it looked like it would go out at any time.

His voice was a little hoarse: "... Back to mother, never."

"That's fine too."

Lu Jinxi pinched the begonia and turned it slightly in his hand. Pink or crimson flowers, under the light of Xue Tingzhi's lantern, looked a little more elegant.

Her voice was calm, like the wind blowing, and she said: "Even though you say, you can't be cured if you ask a famous doctor. But Guishou Zhang is different from ordinary people. I will send someone to invite him early tomorrow morning to see him. Not coming. Perhaps, there is not necessarily no hope of recovery..."

It sounds like he cares about his son-in-law.

But these words fell in Xue Tingzhi's ears, but there was a dangerous feeling: Is it because of caring about the concubine, or because of wanting to verify?

He was quietly vigilant.

The young face, the outline is still green.

Although he seems to be more mature than his peers, he is still not very old. At this moment, he only shows a bit of confusion or anxiety.

"Tingzhi's disease is carried in the womb, I'm afraid it won't be cured. Will Doctor Zhang..."

"I'll know after I've tried it." Lu Jinxi laughed, "No one can guarantee that there won't be an emergency. I've already made up my mind on this matter, but you can just go back and wait for the news. Now the medicine you're carrying is from The person who came from Huishengtang should be appropriate. I will send someone over in a while to make a fire at night and stay up late, so you can't come by yourself."

"..."

At that time, Xue Tingzhi did not expect that she was so easy to talk, and she had to send someone to take care of her in the middle of the night, but she lost her words.

The days at the border are bitter and cold.

In the two years he was there, he forgot the days when he was short-lived in his short childhood. come to very rough food...

He became yellow-faced and thin, barely growing.

Therefore, even if Xue Kuang waited for him to return to Beijing later, no one doubted his age...

Who would doubt an orchid's son?

Who would doubt such a filthy child?

As for the arrival of the General's Mansion, the days have been much better compared to the border.

Or rather, he's used to it.

The attitude of this "first-mother" was never in his consideration, but he was getting older and had a lot of his own considerations and plans, so he had to get close to her.

Now, she even offered to treat his foot injury.

Xue Tingzhi blinked, and after a long time, she forcibly suppressed some of the things that came up in her heart: After all, she doubted the possibility of this son of a bitch more than the possibility of caring about him, didn't she?

Xue Tingzhi bowed and said, "Tingzhi thanked his mother for Lin'an."

It's still too polite to speak.

He seemed moved and a little complicated.

However, it doesn't seem to be at all guilty.

Lu Jinxi saw all of this in his eyes, and knew that Lin'an was still ill, so he didn't waste his time, and only said, "It's not an example, let's go."

"Yes."

Xue Tingzhi was about to retreat with a lantern.

After saluting Lu Jinxi, he turned around.

He has an aura of stature, but is thin, stepping on the junction of youthful youth and maturity, his temperament is extremely strange, and he only feels that he has a bit of bearing.

It's just that when walk, body shakes a little.

The slight lameness on his left foot was the only imperfection in him.

Lu Jinxi stood there, wearing a thick mink cloak, and his eyes gradually became cold as he saw his figure drifting away from the road.

It's so late, coming back from outside...

I hope it is indeed Lin'an sickness.

With this thought in her heart, she clings to the one that had opened most of the Begonia, and re-entered the door. When she went to call Qingque up, she sent a few girls with sharp eyes and steady work to Xue Tingzhi's side.

"Crack."

The door closed with a slight rattling.

Xue Tingzhi, who was at the end of the passage, heard it, and his footsteps stopped.

He couldn't help but look back, but he couldn't see the East Courtyard, nor Haitang, nor Lu Jinxi's figure. There was only a lonely passage.

There were high walls on both sides, and he stood in the middle.

The light of the lantern is a little dim.

There seemed to be a dark, slightly cold fragrance in the air, lingering around him, and he remembered the dewy Begonia that Lu Jinxi was holding in his hand.

A half-open one.

Is it the fragrance of begonia?

This thought flashed through his mind in a trance, but when he turned around, he vaguely remembered: Haitang has no fragrance.

He said "the next time is not an example" and "just pretend it didn't happen", but in action he has to send a few maids to his side, and he will go to invite ghost hand Zhang in the morning...

To believe or not to believe?

This mother-in-law is also somewhat interesting.

Xue Tingzhi watched for a while, and the smile on his lips took on a bit of coldness.

He walked away silently, the lameness just after the injection, and a slight fever and tingling, reminding him all the time:

That one, the blood-stained night with a broken hamstring...

Shuangyue shone upon him, as well as thousands of households in the capital.

In the Huisheng Hall in the east of the outer city, the lights are still on, and most of the apprentices have already fallen asleep.

There is only ghost hand Zhang in the lobby.

He frowned tightly, sighed deeply, cleaned the used silver needles one by one, and baked them on the fire before putting them in the needle bag.