Chapter 143 Master of Traditional Chinese Medicine
There are only two types of exercise for men, in bed and out of bed.
This is what a sage said.
After a night of exercise, Ye Qiu woke up the next day feeling energized.
nine in the morning.
Vice Mayor Huang came to pick up Ye Qiu in person.
The car drove in the city for nearly forty minutes and finally stopped in front of a villa.
"Xiaoye, we're here."
Vice Mayor Huang said.
Ye Qiu nodded, pushed the door open and got out of the car. The first thing he saw was a stone lion as tall as a person standing on both sides of the door, which was very majestic.
"As expected of a wealthy family."
Ye Qiu sighed with emotion, and then saw a bronze plaque hanging above the door of the villa, with two words engraved on it: Prince's Palace!
To the left and right of the gate, there are two wooden vertical plaques with a couplet engraved on them.
The first couplet is: Jinshan, Yinshan, mountains are connected with mountains, mountains and mountains are all heavy;
The second line is: big warehouse, small warehouse, warehouse after warehouse, all warehouses are full.
The meaning is simple and simple, and anyone who has read can understand it at a glance.
Moreover, the Wang family is a business family, so this couplet is in line with their family tradition.
However, what attracted Ye Qiu the most was the words on the couplet.
The dragons and phoenixes dance in one go, just like flowing clouds and flowing water, creating a pleasing beauty.
The most important thing is that there is an edge between the lines.
Of course, people who don't know calligraphy can't see this.
Vice Mayor Huang saw Ye Qiu staring at the couplets and said with a smile: "Why, Xiaoye, are you interested in this couplet?"
Ye Qiu shook his head and said, "I am more interested in people who write couplets."
"Oh?" Vice Mayor Huang was a little surprised.
"Deputy Mayor Huang, what do you think of the writing of this character?" Ye Qiu asked.
Deputy Mayor Huang is also very proficient in calligraphy. He stared at the couplet carefully for a while and said: "The pen is vigorous and the clouds are flying, and the dragon is frightened. It is a rare masterpiece!"
"Then how old do you think the person who wrote this couplet is?" Ye Qiu asked again.
"He must be at least sixty or seventy years old!"
Ye Qiu smiled and said: "If my judgment is correct, the person who wrote this couplet should be very young, or even no more than thirty years old."
What!
Vice Mayor Huang did not believe it and said: "As far as I know, even the most famous calligraphers today would not be able to write such good calligraphy at the age of thirty."
"So, the person who wrote it is a genius, or in other words, his calligraphy level is among the best in the world."
As soon as Ye Qiu finished speaking, a voice came from inside the door.
"What makes you think that the person who wrote this couplet is very young?"
After the words fell, a young man walked out of Wang's house.
He is very young, only two or three years older than Ye Qiu. He has a crew cut, deep-rimmed glasses, and a white shirt and trousers. He looks very old-fashioned.
Ye Qiu also observed that although the weather was very hot, the young man kept all the buttons on his shirt buttoned, which showed that he was a fastidious person.
"Hello, Deputy Mayor Huang!"
The young man said hello to Deputy Mayor Huang, then looked at Ye Qiu and said seriously: "Why do you think the person who wrote this couplet is very young? What basis do you have?"
Ye Qiu said with a smile: "Because I can see a sharp edge in the lines of this couplet, which has the potential to sweep away thousands of armies. This is definitely not something that an older person can write."
"That's all?" The young man frowned slightly.
"That's all." Ye Qiu looked at the young man and smiled: "You wrote the couplet on the door, right?"
Hearing this, the young man was shocked.
How did he know that the couplet was written by me?
Except for family members, no outsiders knew about this matter.
The young man was surprised, but his face remained calm. He asked Ye Qiu calmly: "Why do you think this couplet was written by me?"
"I just observed this couplet carefully and found that the gaps between the words are equally large. It can be seen that the person who wrote it must be a meticulous person."
Ye Qiu looked at the young man and smiled: "And you are a meticulous person."
"When you first met me, you said I was meticulous. Where did you start?" the young man asked with curiosity on his face.
Unexpectedly, Ye Qiu smiled slightly and stopped talking.
This made the young man very depressed.
As a meticulous person, you must know everything clearly.
I hate half-sentence party the most in my life!
The kind of half-sentence that stops mid-sentence is not a good thing.
I wish all the half-sentence parties in the world have no little Jiji.
The young man cursed in his mind for a while and then said: "You are right, I wrote the couplet. I want to know how you figured it out?"
Ye Qiu grinned and said, "I guessed it."
day!
The young man's face turned blue.
He thought that Ye Qiu had some extraordinary abilities, but it was all just guessing. If he had known that, he wouldn't have talked nonsense with Ye Qiu.
"Deputy Mayor Huang, I wonder why you came to my house?" the young man asked politely.
"Mr. Wang, I brought Xiaoye here specially to see Mr. Wang." Deputy Mayor Huang said.
"Xiaoye?" The young man's eyes fell on Ye Qiu's face and asked: "Are you talking about you?"
"It's me." Ye Qiu smiled and said, "My name is Ye Qiu."
Ye Qiu?
The young man frowned again. The name seemed familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere.
"I am Wang Xuan."
In fact, even if the young man didn't say anything, Ye Qiu also guessed it.
Ye Qiu smiled and said, "I've heard about Prince Wang for a long time. I'm glad to meet him."
"Have you heard of me?" Wang Xuan asked.
"The name of the Fourth Young Master of Jiangzhou is as loud as a thunder, how could I not have heard of it?"
Ye Qiu, one of the four young men in Jiangzhou, has already met Feng Youling, Zhou Hao and Li Qiancheng, but this is the first time for Wang Xuan.
Although Wang Xuan looks a bit old-fashioned, he is far from comparable to those rich second generations like Feng Youling.
"Are you a doctor?" Wang Xuan asked again.
"Yes."
“Chinese medicine or Western medicine?”
Ye Qiu thought that a person with an old-fashioned personality like Wang Xuan should believe more in traditional culture, so he replied: "I am more proficient in Chinese medicine."
"By coincidence, my friend also invited a master of traditional Chinese medicine to come over to treat my grandfather, and they are already here."
After Wang Xuan finished speaking, a luxurious Rolls-Royce drove over and stopped at the entrance of the Wang family villa.
The car door opened, and a young man with yellow hair got out of the cab.
Feng Youling?
Ye Qiu was a little surprised, but he soon felt relieved. Feng Youling and Wang Xuan were both Jiangzhou's fourth young masters, so it was no surprise that they were friends.
Like a slave, Feng Youling opened the back door and said respectfully: "Master Mo, please get out of the car."
Then, an old man appeared in everyone's sight.
He is over sixty years old, short in stature, with a hooked nose and a long chin, like two hooks almost touching each other.
The old man was wearing a black robe. After getting off the car, he glanced at everyone present with his two small eyes.
When his eyes fell on Ye Qiu, Ye Qiu suddenly felt cold all over, and goosebumps appeared all over his body.
At the same time, he also felt a sinister aura from the old man's body.
