I was Idle and Cool Chapter 22: Gifts

Snow in my heart?

Lu Jinxi's words made Mrs. Ye a little confused. After tasting it carefully for a long time, she finally tasted something, and she was a little surprised: "You mean..."

"I'm just thinking blindly, don't take it seriously." Lu Jinxi didn't dare to say whether he guessed right or not, he was just joking, "I haven't returned home for six years, and the Taishi's house will have a birthday banquet. He said that the snow had melted before returning. I was thinking, this is either deliberately putting on airs, and it will always make some people feel uncomfortable. Or..."

"How?"

Ye became curious and looked at Lu Jinxi.

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

If you don't say no to go back, you just have a thought about your family; you just don't give a definite answer, so you can't hang yourself.

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

Just waiting for the warm wind to blow in the spring, no amount of snow will have a shadow.

So, Gu Juefei will return sooner or later.

She really doesn't know much about this person.

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

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

Ye also took the tea in his hand.

This tea cup is made of 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 that 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.

Lu Jinxi remembered what she had done to Pan Quan'er, but she still hasn't heard back, she didn't have a relaxed expression for a while, she just smiled bitterly.

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

No decision yet?

Miss Ye was surprised, but worried about her: "Tomorrow is the birthday banquet. It's really not good. Just follow the most ordinary rules and follow the path of auspiciousness. It's better than delaying until now."

"Also prepared with both hands."

How could Lu Jinxi not think of this?

But since Guishou Zhang has a reply, she might as well wait a little longer.

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

Lu Jinxi casually changed the subject and said, "Tomorrow in our mansion, it is estimated that the eldest princess is going, and my three younger 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 ladies in our house will also Go. In the year that Young Master Gu held the crown ceremony, he went to as many famous houses in the capital as he could. I'm afraid it will be the same this time."

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

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

Really speaking of the imperial appointment, the Ye family is only a gentleman of the third grade. 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 is Xue Kuang's widow, and she is a real court official.

And it's also the "hardest" one.

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

So, Mrs. Ye never said anything about going with Lu Jinxi, or if she came to the Taishi Mansion to take care of each other, she knew that she was not qualified, so she only told her about the interesting things about the backyards of various households in the capital recently.

The Lu family rarely goes out, and rarely pays attention to outside affairs.

Of course there are not many people talking about the gossip in Beijing.

Miss Ye was courting her, and made a special trip to answer the favors she had given to her earlier. Lu Jinxi knew it in her heart, so she listened carefully.

As soon as I heard this, it was dusk.

When Mr. Ye got up to say goodbye, Lu Jinxi, with his good memory, forcibly memorized the complicated situation in the capital.

"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 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 ask you to come to the Guogong's mansion for a while later."

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

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

The egret is taking the little maid to clean up the refreshments that have just been placed on the table.

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 urge him again." Bailu stopped and replied, "But he is not here, and the other servants said that he I went to Huishengtang. The slaves 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 unambiguous, and accepted it rudely.

Seeing that he was so happy, Pan Quan'er 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 the average person. She never thought that a pie would fall from the sky and hit her on the head.

As soon as Lu Jinxi got 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 offered 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 his second grandmother had a real hope for life.

Where did you think of the ghost hand Zhang to make this happen?

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

Go to the center once it's dawn, and go to the center once the sun goes down.

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 Zhang agreed!

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

Gui Shou Zhang was too lazy to talk nonsense with him. While filling the medicine cabinet with other patients, he said to him: "I understand, I told your madam to put your heart in your belly. Before the birthday banquet, I will take care of everything. Take it out, and you can come and pick it up later."

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

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

Thanks a lot and praised Hua Tuo for being alive, and then he retired.

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 make up the majority, and there are occasionally a few literati who study, but not many.

The journey is not far, and Pan Quan'er arrives in a short time.

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

There are no people on the street anymore, except for the three facades facing the street, there are still a few people coming in and out.

A gilded plaque hangs on the door on the front. The three characters "Huishengtang" are neatly written, very 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 the 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 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?"

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

"Master and his old man are waiting for you in the house."

"Thank you for your advice."

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

"Come in."

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

Pan Quan'er was here for the first time.

A bitter medicine smelled to 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.

Gui Shou Zhang, who is well-known in the capital, is standing behind a long desk, the sleeves of his sackcloth are rolled up, his hands stained with blood, and he is bandaging the wings of a white dove.

Hearing him come in, he just raised his eyes and blew his beard.

A shriveled face, with reluctance written in every wrinkle.

The chin was raised slightly, and the ghost hand gestured to Pan Quan'er to get the simple brocade box in the corner.

"Everything is in the box."

“This kind of old rheumatism in which old rheumatism adds to old wounds also 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."

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

This is a very humble statement.

Ghost Hand Zhang Guang moved his mouth, but his hands were 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 hands.

There is sweat on his forehead.

He's getting old after all.

On the other hand, the pigeon, after being bandaged, dragged its injured wing, staggered on the table, and cried twice.

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

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

This is the style of the old doctors.

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

"Humph."

Ghost hand Zhang squinted at Pan Quan'er, and only pressed his fingernails with the burlap, sucking out the blood soaked in it.

He said lukewarmly: "Once you have your things, go back quickly. Your second grandmother may be in a hurry."

"Hey..."

Pan Quan'er touched her nose a little embarrassedly, 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."

Speaking, Pan Quan'er honestly exited the room.

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, the medicine won't kill him !”

"What the **** 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, walked in with a basket of freshly dried licorice and glared at him in 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 will send you two carts of medicinal herbs."

"No living Bodhisattva has such a good heart."

"You know it's not a good idea to catch her, look at people in the same way!"

"I—"

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

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

Nearly suffered internal injuries.

"Coo Coo Coo."

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

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

"You scolded people 'don't look at people who are poor', and 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 fulfilled, and even the plaster and the prescription have been prepared, and you are scolding people behind your back!"

"Wouldn't it be nice to give you two carts of medicinal herbs and ask you to save a few more people?"

"It's not too embarrassing to lose you!"

The ghost hand Zhang, who was able to 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? You don't even look at the life the eldest son lived in the mansion! I can save her life because of the old general's face. Go!"

"The eldest son is reasonable, and knows who is right and who is wrong." Seeing his cowardice, Mrs Tang couldn't help but spat at him, "It's the second grandma's bodhisattva's heart, just see if the result is good. Now, you have to care about those old sesame seeds and rotten millet!"

"It's all right, you're right! I'm not good enough for you!"

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

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

Mr. Tang saw at a glance that he was holding the "Shengji Acupuncture and Moxibustion Picture Book", and then looked at the package of silver needles, and knew what he was going to do, and he was too lazy to stop him 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.

"Five flavors, you go and 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, if your master is not deadly sick, he will be notified."

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

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 House", and added a slightly smaller line "Lu Er" Grandma," and hung it on the wall.