The breeze moved gently, and the green ribbed cloth outside the carriage swayed lightly.
Du Wenping's hands were shaking a little. He looked at the butler who was looking puzzled and said, "Open the gate to the side courtyard and invite the carriage into the house."
"Yes." The butler responded and walked down the front steps to greet him.
Du Wenping watched the carriage slowly leave and immediately turned around and ran towards the house.
He did not go to his father immediately, but went to his study room and took out the wooden box that his father had hidden in a secret compartment of the bookshelf.
The wooden box was very large and contained the notebooks and notebooks written by Imperial Physician Du when he was young. He quickly opened one of them and found two pieces of paper inside. One was torn from a medicine classic. The first line was "Danggui Ten".
money.
Du Wenping's hands were shaking a little.
When he was young, Doctor Du was very disorderly and did not follow the rules. This classic was borrowed from Xia Wenshan, the Duke of Ding. It turned out that Doctor Du really liked this page, but he was too lazy to copy it, so he tore it out directly, thinking about Ding.
The prince will not find out either.
As a result, people not only knew, but also knew which page he tore.
In the evening of that day, a letter was sent from Duke Dingguo's Mansion. In the letter was a piece of paper with four words on it, ten coins of Angelica sinensis.
There will be no blame or questioning in the follow-up, just these four words.
Du Wenping picked up another piece of paper with trembling hands.
The yellowed paper also said, Angelica ten cents.
The words on the paper he just received were written vertically, horizontally, white deer paper, and ordinary students.
The handwriting is exactly the same, bold and bold, and the charm is hesitant. There is no difference in the angle when closing the pen.
"Master," a servant said from outside, "the carriage has come in, and a young woman got out of the carriage. She asked the housekeeper to take her to see the old man."
"Young woman," Du Wenping murmured, "she is here."
Du Wenping and his servants rushed to his father's Lanzhi Courtyard. The bedroom door was tightly closed, and the coachman he had just seen stood in front of the door.
The driver stood upright with his body upright. As soon as Du Wenping saw his appearance, he knew that he was not an ordinary military follower. He was a soldier, and he did not have a military temperament that could be compared with those of the Jingzhao patrol guards.
Du Wenping stepped forward and said respectfully: "I dare to ask, but it's Xia Jiajun."
Zhan Ning said: "Yes."
"That one inside is Miss Ali?"
"yes."
"Sir, can you come in?"
"able."
"..."
This conversation made Du Wenping very strange.
Du Wenping said: "Then, please give way, Master Jun."
Zhan Ning then took a step to the side.
As Du Wenping entered, he thought aggrievedly, this is not his home...
Du Wenping's entourage and butler were also about to go in, but Zhan Ning stopped them: "You can't."
The door was closed again.
Du Wenping looked up. In the bright room, Doctor Du was leaning on the bedside, with his trouser legs rolled up to his knees. There was a girl sitting at the end of the bed, with a thin and slender back, her sleeves rolled up, and she was treating the wound on the old man's leg.
Du Wenping slowed down and walked over. Doctor Du looked at him and said, "Speak softly."
"Father," Du Wenping whispered, looking at Xia Zhaoyi, "Miss Ah Li."
Xia Zhaoyi said: "Mr. Du's right knee is broken a little, about the size of a thumbnail. His left ankle is fractured. Because he is old, he can only do it slowly."
A bone fracture the size of a thumbnail was painful enough. Du Wenping's eyes turned red: "Father..."
Doctor Du waved his hand: "I have been practicing medicine for many years, and I have never seen anything worse than this."
A servant ran over quickly and said, "Your Majesty, the girl is awake."
"Let's go, let's go," Mu Tingyu suddenly got up, "go see her!"
