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

Chapter 193

Five years later.

The sunlight was clear, sprinkled on the thin snow on the main street, and fell on the shoulders of smiling pedestrians, warm and peaceful.

A black car slowly parked in front of the magnificent mansion. Two big men stood on the left and right sides of the gate, and immediately opened the door.Wait for the man in the car to get off.

The man's long hair was tied up with a silver hair ring, and it hung behind his head. He was dressed in a black robe, the fabric showed a pattern of begonia twining branches, and the high collar stood up, which made him a little abstinent and indifferent.

There are two interlocking gold rings strung together by a chain around the neckline. He is holding a string of Buddhist beads.

The phoenix eyes are unwavering, and there is an expression of rationality and calmness to the extreme, as if there is nothing in the world that can make him tempted.

"Guan Ye, you are back." The servant stepped forward to greet him.

The servant didn't dare to get too close, the aura on Guan Ye's body was colder than that of severe winter, he lowered his head to take the coat, but there was still a faint smell of blood on the clothes, it was extremely concealed, the servant lowered his head even more.

Since Mr. Xiao Shen left, Guan Ye has become more ruthless, more ruthless and decisive in his methods, without showing any mercy, just like a murderous King Yama.

But on the other hand, he donated money and materials to several elementary schools, like a compassionate Bodhisattva who saved the world. A few years ago, foreign devils came to Bohai City to make troubles. Everyone was in danger, killing, burning, and looting. He was besieged and almost exterminated by those foreign devils.

Guan Ye led a team of troops, and together with Fu Ye's subordinates, resisted the dense hail of bullets, repelled the foreign devils, saved the elementary school from the flames of war, and the few scholars also survived.

"Guan Ye, hot water and incense are ready." Another servant stepped forward and said respectfully.

"En." Guan Boya replied coldly.

The servant put the prepared clean clothes in the bathroom and left. When Guan Ye came back from the outside, he always had to take a shower before going to see Mr. Xiao Shen. I heard that Mr. Xiao Shen didn't like the smell of blood.

The servant lit a piece of Anshen incense, put it in a copper censer in the shape of Mount Lu, and carried it to a studio. He moved slowly and carefully, not daring to touch any decorations in the studio.

After Guan Ye took a shower, he would come to this studio to sit quietly for a few hours without any interruptions. This tranquilizing incense had been used for several years, and the servants didn't dare to ask Guan Ye why he didn't change it.

After placing the incense burner, the servant moved away, and suddenly there was a small movement under a chair.

"Meow~"

The servant squatted down and saw a fat orange cat nestled next to the leg of the chair, with yellow and white fur, wagging its tail, looking very comfortable.

"Oh, Mr. Cat, why did you come here?"

The servant hurriedly took the raccoon slave out, the cat was not sensible, he was afraid that the raccoon slave would run around in the studio, tear up Guan Ye's paintings, or break any decoration in the room, and everyone would suffer.

This cat was brought by Lao Jiu from outside a few years ago. Guan Ye also doted on this cat, making it easy for people to raise it. He ordered his servants to prepare more food for this cat than their servants. fine.

The servant was about to leave the studio when Guan Ye came over after taking a bath.

The cat opened its round, green cat eyes, and looked at this frightening man without fear.

"Meow--"

"give it to me."

Guan Ye picked up the cat, but the raccoon slave didn't dare to do anything wrong and let him hold it.

Guan Ye wiped his hair half-dry, put on a moonlight silk Tang suit, and stepped into the studio full of memories of him and Shen Qingchuan. The layout here is the same as five years ago, the general layout has not changed at all, only there are some extras. Bits and pieces.

For example, there is an extra bottle of cologne on the cabinet, a few pens on the desk, old newspapers from a few years ago, and even women's jewelry, pearl necklaces and diamond earrings, etc.

Guan Boya hugged the raccoon slave, reclining on the reclining chair covered with purple silk and dark gold flower quilt, burning incense and chanting sutras, like this every day, twisting the beads in his hands, and turning a bead as soon as he recited a sutra.

It's just that the scriptures he recited were not the Requiem Curse, but the Soul Binding Curse, which was taught by an old Taoist priest to restrain the soul.

It's a pity that he read it for 1895 days, and only dreams of idlers do not dream of kings. His little Haitang is cruel, and he has never entered his dream once.

As the sun sets and the evening light shines through the crystal-clear crystal bead curtains, the light and shadow in the studio become extremely unusual. The rich sunset light interlaced with the precious silk and purple fabrics, giving people a sense of fear, magnificent and dim.

Closing his eyes for a rest, the majestic sunlight illuminated his brows with an inexplicable strangeness, as if a streak of evil blood had condensed between his brows.

The madness was hidden in his flesh and blood, but his appearance was still calm and indifferent.

Falling into a dream again, Shen Qingchuan still did not fall into his dream.

Closing the door of the studio, Guan Boya went out with the cat in his arms. His whole body was like a sharp sword. Anyone who came close would be hurt by the sharp and cold edge of the sword.

"Guan Ye, this is a telegram from my home, I must invite you back to my home for a day." Lao Jiu was more stable than a few years ago, and handed the telegram to Guan Boya.

Guan Boya scanned the content of the telegram, glanced at three lines, and said with a sneer, "A group of old antiques are almost exhausted..."

"It's okay, there is still an old object in the old house, the Soul Relief Tower, go to pick up things, and give them a ride." Guan Boya said this with a proud and cold-blooded expression.

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There are people coming and going on the streets. A few years ago, there was a lot of war and chaos, and people were panicked. Now that the war has subsided, the people can finally recuperate, and the common people are looking forward to it.

There were many people crowded in the Baicao Medicine Hall, bustling and bustling, the weather had warmed up a little bit, but there was another hailstorm a few nights ago, those with weak resistance, were invaded by the cold wind, and more people coughed and caught a cold.

A woman was holding a three-year-old child who was coughing continuously. The clothes were all patched and washed until they turned white. Although worn out, they were still clean. She was holding a bundle of big blue roots in her hand.

Most of the people who came to the Baicao Medicine Hall to see a doctor were from poor families with so little money in their pockets that they needed money for seeing a doctor and getting medicine. Fortunately, Dr. Leng was kind enough to allow them to use herbs to make up for it.

The Baicao Medicine Hall will hold a class every month to teach them how to identify common herbs and how to pick herbs, giving them a chance to survive. In the past, if they had a high fever and passed out, they just relied on boils to survive. To live a day is a day.

Doctor Leng is a living Bodhisattva who saves suffering.

"Thank you, thank you, Doctor Leng."

The thin and yellow-faced lady bent down to thank the child who was still having a fever, her eyes were wet with tears, and she looked grateful.

Leng Qiudu was wearing a blue-gray robe, and his appearance was thinner than a few years ago. He was naturally cold and fair-skinned, and his face was indifferent, which made him not easy to get along with.

"Grab the medicine according to the prescription, and cook two bowls of water with a slow fire..." Leng Qiudu ordered the medicine boy to decoct the medicine in the furnace room in the backyard, and asked him to lead the woman to the ear room next to the lobby to wait.

After seeing more than [-] patients, the crowded lobby finally became clearer. Even though Leng Qiudu cherished words like gold, he didn't drink a sip of water from morning to noon, and his mouth was dry at this time.

But the tea in the teacup on the table was already cold, and he was about to lift the teacup to take a sip, when a hand that was as white as glistening snow with well-defined knuckles stopped him.

The voice was as clear as the wind, hiding a teasing smile.

"Doctor Leng, why are you drinking cold tea? Yesterday you told others not to drink cold things, but today you don't obey. You are not convincing."

The Qingjuan young man also wore a dark green robe, the color of the fabric was one degree heavier than Leng Qiudu's, his face was a little paler and more transparent than ordinary people, and he was as good-looking as a ink painting thrush that couldn't hide his sick face. There is a circle of snow-white fur, holding a face like Ruomei thanking Xue Zhongzhi.

It's so beautiful that it's jaw-dropping, not like a real person, but like a fairy.

Outside the lobby, several outstanding patients were stunned. Even if they watched it again, they couldn't help sighing that Doctor Leng's brother was so good-looking.

Leng Qiudu's stern and elegant face finally smiled a little, as if the iceberg had just melted, and the icicles were still covered with clear icicles, shining brightly in the sunlight.

Leng Qiudu held Shen Qingchuan's hand very naturally, and asked, "Why are your hands so cold, didn't you hold Mrs. Tang?"

In the next sentence, he asked, "Why are you here?"

Shen Qingchuan said with a smile, "If I don't come, you are so busy that you forgot to eat, and you don't have three meals a day on time."

"You don't have to come in person, just send someone to deliver the food." Leng Qiudu slightly pursed his lips and frowned, Shen Qingchuan's health was not good, his foundation suffered a lot, and he didn't get better after several years of raising him.

He was afraid that there would be too many patients coming and going in this pharmacy, and it would be bad if he got sick.

Shen Qingchuan took his hands back and asked the servant Si'er to bring the lunch box. The porcelain plate at the bottom of the mahogany lunch box was separated from the charcoal fire, and the food was simmering without fear of it getting cold. He arranged the meals one by one, and said, "You are the only brother I have, It is also necessary to take care of you."

Leng Qiudu paused for a moment when he took the bowl and chopsticks, without anyone noticing, his eyelashes drooped and cast two shallow shadows, making it hard to see his eyes.

Shen Qingchuan, no, it should be renamed Leng Qingchuan now.

Shen Qingchuan died five years ago, and now this person who has forgotten his past is Leng Qingchuan.

Five years ago, after Leng Qiudu heard the news, he frantically went to the beach to look for Shen Qingchuan, and finally found the dying Shen Qingchuan in a dilapidated fisherman's cabin. He was rescued by a dumb fisherman who couldn't speak. The unconscious Shen Qingchuan hid in his hut.

He originally wanted to tell the Shen family that Shen Qingchuan was still alive, but seeing the overwhelming insults and ridicule published in the newspaper, Shen Sanshao was a lunatic who liked men.

At that time, he didn't know whether he was more shocked or more bitter.

He knew very clearly that he could not leave Shen Qingchuan in Bohai City, of course, this also hid a small secret of selfishness.

Later, on a rainy night, he entrusted Zhuang Xiaoxiao to help him get two train tickets, pretending to be a passenger who took his brother back to his hometown for medical treatment, and secretly fled Bohai City with Shen Qingchuan.

In order to help Shen Qingchuan treat his illness, Leng Qiudu paid homage to an old gentleman as his teacher. In the past five years, he has studied medical books hard. Fortunately, he has a photographic memory. He learns quickly, plus he can speak foreign languages, and he has dealt with Western medicine hospitals. , friendship is quite good.

The old man had no children in his life. He took in a few apprentices in the early years, and they died in the war, and fled. Talented apprentice.

After the old man died, Leng Qiudu inherited the dilapidated Baicao Medicine Hall, and the flames of war raged. His Baicao Medicine Hall was smashed up by villains, and he took away the little money left. A stick bench is ten times more vicious than a bully, and gradually no one dares to bully him.

In the next few years, Leng Qiudu gradually became famous, and everyone respected him, and no one dared to offend anyone when he was dizzy and hot.

Besides, let's not talk about Dr. Leng's skills, if he bullies the people of Baicao Medicine Hall, anyone who has received Dr. Leng's kindness to treat patients will be drowned with his saliva.

The Baicao Medicine Hall is his reliance, and besides that, Doctor Leng still has a dead spot that cannot be moved, which is his relative Leng Qingchuan.

When someone said that he and Leng Qingchuan were not like brothers, but more like Qi brothers, Doctor Leng's expression turned cold all of a sudden.

This brother-in-law is not sworn brothers, but an unpopular custom in central Fujian.

However, I don’t blame other people for this. Dr. Leng is almost thirty and has never married. The matchmaker almost wiped out the threshold of his family. The rich ladies or official ladies in the city all send people to come to kiss him. , and Dr. Leng was not tempted.