The Merry Prince of the Republic of China[Transmigration Book]

Chapter 194

The top of the Baicao Hall is paved with black tiles, the eaves are covered with snow like crumbs, and the sun shines into the lobby from two transparent glazed tiles, making the interior as bright as clean.

Leng Qiudu stood in front of the medicine cabinets piled up one by one, arranging the medicinal materials. They were as slender as bamboo, luxuriant and green, elegant as the breeze.

The light sunlight fell on his eyelashes, and the cast light was like the mottled golden light sifted by the leaves of the banana tree, which had a kind of old-fashioned beauty.

Suddenly, a blurry segment flashed through Shen Qingchuan's mind, and it was so fast that he couldn't grasp the segment.

Like a sudden heart palpitation, before he could distinguish the indescribable throbbing, he subconsciously walked by, and his fingers almost touched the hair on the back of Leng Qiudu's head.

The distance between the fingertips and the hair is still a little bit short.

Leng Qiudu turned his head, saw Shen Qingchuan showing a different expression than usual, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Shen Qingchuan shook his head, thought for a while, hesitated to speak, and finally made up his mind to ask, and said, "Qiudu, have you ever had long hair before?"

The eyes are as clear as the clean water enshrined in front of the Buddhist hall, cleansing the hearts of the people.

Leng Qiudu lowered his eyelashes slightly, turned sideways, turned his head, his nose was straight like a jade vase, and his thin and cool lips parted and he said lightly, "No."

Shen Qingchuan felt lost, like a dimmed star, for some reason, a trace of disappointment flashed in his heart, as if his full expectations had been dashed, and he said, "So that's the case?"

The dry and thin Si'er on the side cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks, raised his head and said, "Master Qingchuan, do you miss a girl?"

Si'er said with a smile, "Master Qingchuan mistook Doctor Leng's back for which girl?"

"Only the girls wear long hair, or the actors in the theatrical garden, and the men dressed as Huadan wear long black hair on their heads."

That's right, the only ones with long hair are girls, but the girl's figure is not as tall as Leng Qiudu's.

He just felt like he had forgotten something and couldn't remember it no matter how he thought about it.

Leng Qiudu saw Shen Qingchuan frowning, his eyes drooping, and his pale face, like white snow that was about to melt into ice water, pitiful, I felt pity.

Walked over, stood beside Shen Qingchuan, stretched out his hand, and gently rubbed his temple.

Leng Qiudu sounded like a cold wind, hiding a trace of imperceptible concern, and said, "Thinking again?"

Shen Qingchuan knew that Leng Qiudu had always been more concerned about his recalling the past, recalling a certain blank memory he had lost, even though Leng Qiudu never mentioned a word, but Shen Qingchuan knew that he cared.

Shen Qingchuan shook his head lightly, stretched his brows, and said, "It's okay."

After lunch, Shen Qingchuan Baicao Yaotang sat for a while, watching Leng Qiudu get busy, diagnosing and seeing a doctor, writing prescriptions and prescribing medicines, and succinctly told the patients what they need to pay attention to, including diet, how to decoct medicine, and the dosage of a dose of medicine. Drink it several times and so on.

It was very cold in winter, and there were many patients suffering from wind-cold. In addition to Leng Qiudu's excellent medical skills, he almost didn't get any money from seeing a doctor for the poor. They were only asked to work or pay for their medicines, and more people came to see a doctor in Baicao Yaotang.

Shen Qingchuan also wanted to stay to help out and help grab the medicine, but Leng Qiudu drove him out and asked him to go back to rest, fearing that if his body was overwhelmed by illness, it would be bad.

Every time Shen Qingchuan got sick, he almost killed most of his life, almost died.

Si'er was also afraid, he was afraid that Master Qingchuan would not be able to afford it once he was ill, and he was also afraid that when Master Qingchuan was ill, Leng Qiudu would have a cold face like Lord Hades.

Although Leng Qiudu is usually cold, sometimes when he looks at Master Qingchuan, there is a warm smile in his eyes.

"Master Qingchuan, let's go back. The soup and medicine should be almost ready at home. If we go back late and the medicine is not hot, the medicine will not be so effective." Si'er also persuaded.

"Okay, okay, can't I go back?"

Shen Qingchuan knew what they were thinking, touched his nose, and didn't want to cause trouble to Leng Qiudu, if he was really sick, his brother would have to worry about it.

But to bother Leng Qiudu more, Shen Qingchuan put on the outer coat that had been ironed by the stove for a while, and walked to the main street with Si'er.

There is no war, and the fireworks on the streets are also lively. There are teahouses, restaurants, and various food stalls, but they are not very delicate snacks, such as oil tea, grilled cakes, and Diaozi soup.

Si'er was still a young boy full of curiosity. When he saw people surrounding a juggling booth on the side of the road, he also leaned over to take a look. After watching it, he ran back and said to Shen Qingchuan, "Master Qingchuan, look at that one painted with red and butter." Monkey, he did a somersault and almost fell off, so funny."

Shen Qingchuan only smiled slightly and bent his bright eyes, falling on the heart of others, like the melting soft white snow, bringing a kind of sunshine-like warmth, which seemed to come out from his bones.

This man smiled on the street, like a glass figure, and Si'er lost his mind for a moment.

Shen Qingchuan knew that the people who came out to set up stalls to perform monkey shows were a group of children from poor families, and the family really couldn't open the pot, and couldn't find anyone to eat, so he would send the children to the master's house to learn the craft, and bet on one painting for ten years, The master makes serious mistakes and beats and scolds frequently, and no one knows the hard work.

It's just that in order to feed a dozen children, the master put all the burden on him, there is no absolute right or wrong.

This world is still hard to live in.

Shen Qingchuan sighed in his heart, took out some money and silver from his pocket, not much, and comforted his shallow heart.

He handed them all to Si'er, and said, "Go ahead, after seeing someone's play, there should be some rewards."

Shen Qingchuan saw the onlookers booing and cheering, a group of children who were less than waist-high, all lowered their heads and hid in shame and angrily.

"If you don't go again, that bearded master, I'm afraid he will severely punish those children tonight." Shen Qingchuan said.

Si'er never dared to go against what Shen Qingchuan said, holding the few dollars in his hand, he murmured, "That's too much, Master Qingchuan is too kind to be good at everything."

Si'er dare not say this to Shen Qingchuan, otherwise Shen Qingchuan would definitely say to him, "We can help a little, everyone's difficulties are different, maybe with your little help, others can survive."

"Here you are." Si'er threw the money into an earthen jar and said.

There was a series of jingling sounds, which showed that there was a lot of money. The bearded master quickly bent down and shouted, "Thank you, thank you, sir."

The people next to him couldn't help but click their tongues, thinking to themselves: Who is this money-spreading boy?

"Don't thank me, thank my young master if you want to." Si'er pointed to a figure in the distance from the crowd and said.

Everyone looked back, hehe, what a beautiful young master, even more beautiful than girls, those bright eyes make people's hearts tickle.

The bearded master is used to seeing people with dirty hearts. When he saw the evil thoughts in the eyes of a few scumbags next to him, he knew what crooked thoughts they were up to. He bowed in Shen Qingchuan's direction, with a voice as thick as a bell, and said to Si'er He said loudly, "Your young master will be under my Zhu's protection from now on, who dares to bully your young master, my fist is not vegetarian."

Speaking of the bearded master, he performed a scene of splitting bricks with his hands. Everyone loved to watch these passionate scenes, and they all forgot the previous scene of the little monkey's downfall. They applauded and applauded, and the scene became hot again.

Si'er returned to Shen Qingchuan's side, and followed Shen Qingchuan to the preserved fruit shop to buy a few taels of candied kumquats, they were not bought for himself, but for Leng Qiudu.

Si'er also couldn't understand that Leng Qiudu, who looked so cold, would actually like to eat these preserved fruits.

"Master, let's go." Si'er walked out of the shop holding two packs of candied fruit.

Seeing Shen Qingchuan looking at a beggar by the corner, Si'er took a closer look and saw the disheveled beggar, he couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman, his hair was disheveled, he didn't know if he was hungry and fainted, he was lying in the corner, lying on his back. motionless on the snow.

"Master Qingchuan, let's go."

Si'er wanted to take Shen Qingchuan away, but recently there were more and more beggars, some were refugees, some were defeated, and even more were bandits. In recent years, the Guan family army has encircled and suppressed bandits and resisted foreign enemies with more and more powerful methods.

Many bandit leaders were strangled. The bandits had nothing to eat or drink on the mountain, and they all went down to beg one after another. They did not dare to reveal their identities for fear of being beheaded.

Si'er and Shen Qingchuan turned around and wanted to leave, but they didn't know that those words stimulated the beggar.

The unkempt beggar suddenly rushed towards Shen Qingchuan like a lunatic, and hugged Shen Qingchuan tightly.

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