Xia Zhaoyi came back early, but when she passed the upper reaches of Taoxi River, she was blocked by someone.
Liu Xianbao came to her with the pheasant that had been tortured repeatedly but had not yet died. A large group of tanned teenagers laughed and hid nearby, staring at them from a distance.
Xia Zhaoyi held buns and steamed buns wrapped in oil paper in her hands, as well as Lao Tong's favorite thousand-layer butter cake. She looked at the playful and slightly shy young man in front of her, and listened patiently to the other party's explanation.
He hesitated and spoke without interrupting him.
After listening quietly for a long time, when Liu Xianbao stopped and waited for her to speak, Xia Zhaoyi said, "You've finished speaking."
His overly calm tone was like water being poured over his head.
Liu Xianbao nodded awkwardly.
"How old are you this year?"
"Twenty-seven."
"Well," Xia Zhaoyi said, "take this pheasant back. Don't come to me in the future, and don't wait for me here. I don't like you."
Liu Xianbao was embarrassed and said hurriedly: "That's because you don't know me. I'm a very nice person and I sing very well. I can sing to you every day in the future."
"I don't like listening to music, and I have no interest in knowing who you are as a person," Xia Zhaoyi glanced at the young men in the distance and said, "If you meet a girl you like again in the future, it's best not to use this method.
, this is very rude."
Liu Xianbao's face was dark and bright red. He paused and muttered: "You, since you don't like me and don't want to be with me, just don't worry about me so much..."
Xia Zhaoyi pursed her lips and smiled dryly, and said: "I didn't care, because I felt offended, so I said this and left."
The spring day in March was still cold. Liu Xianbao watched the girl leave and felt that his whole body was on fire with shame. It seemed that he could only relieve himself by jumping into the stream.
Zhi Changle was sitting on the big rock next to the three-way intersection, holding a piece of weed in his mouth and swinging his feet in boredom.
Finally seeing the girl's figure, Zhi Changle jumped down and hurried over and said: "Ali! You are back!"
"I met some nasty brats," Xia Zhaoyi said, "You are here..."
"Here comes a little girl about your age," Zhi Changle said. "She calls herself Pan, from the Pan family in Ningzhou, and her name is Pan Shuyi. Zhili said that the Pan family in Ningzhou has a close relationship with the Duke of Dingguo, so for the time being,
Keep her."
"Did she say anything?"
"She just said that she wanted to come to Qingque Pavilion. She accidentally heard your name from Lu Ningjin and Mr. Yan Hui, and followed Lu Ningjin all the way here. She didn't say what she asked specifically."
Xia Zhaoyi nodded and said, "Okay, let's go."
"Oh, by the way," Zhi Changle followed her and said, "She seemed to have stayed by the river all night last night, and now she's suffering from frostbite."
"Is it serious?" Xia Zhaoyi said.
"It looks quite serious, but she doesn't say anything when asked, and only answers two out of ten. It looks timid."
"Yeah." Xia Zhaoyi responded.
Before entering the small courtyard, I heard a violent cough.
When he opened the door and went in, he saw Zhili just coming out of the kitchen with a bowl of hot soup, while Lao Tong was drying out the bedding on the other side of the courtyard.
When she raised her eyes and saw Xia Zhaoyi coming back, Zhili and Lao Tong called her out at the same time.
Pan Shuyi sat awkwardly at the stone table, trying hard to hold back her cough, which made her face turn red, causing her to cough even more violently.
"You don't have to bear it," Zhili put down the soup bowl and said, "You can drink it after it cools down."
Pan Shuyi nodded and whispered: "Thank you."
Zhili waved his hand, saying no, and looked at Xia Zhaoyi who was approaching: "Sister, her name is Pan Shuyi."
Xia Zhaoyi said "hmm" and handed the food in his arms to Zhi Changle, asking him to take it to the kitchen first. Then he turned to Lao Tong and called him to the kitchen to eat.
"Miss Xia..." Pan Shuyi looked at Xia Zhaoyi and said.
"Just call me Ah Li," Xia Zhaoyi sat down opposite her and smiled slightly, "Can I take your pulse?"
Pan Shuyi nodded timidly and rolled up her sleeves. Seeing the dirty black mud on her wrists, she drew back and wanted to put her sleeves down.
"It doesn't matter," Xia Zhaoyi said, "Let me take a look."
Pan Shuyi glanced at her and had no choice but to raise her forearm again and lower her head.
Lao Tong dried the quilt and went to the kitchen. Because he and Zhi Changle had big appetites, Xia Zhaoyi bought a lot of food every time.
After picking up a bun, Lao Tong took a bite and looked outside the hospital, saying, "We've been walking around like this for several years, and we haven't met any old acquaintances."
"This is not an acquaintance," Zhi Changle said while biting the bun, leaning to the side, "I don't even know Ah Li."
"An old friend?"
Zhi Changle shook his head, not knowing.
Four years ago, the old man asked Xia Zhaoyi and Zhili to travel. Old Sect Master Pei found them and asked them to follow Xia Zhaoyi and take care of them on the way.
They have changed places several times in the past four years, but they have never gone back to find the old man, nor have they met anyone they knew before.
Xia Zhaoyi sent out a lot of letters, but in the current troubled times, letters were too inconvenient, so he only exchanged letters with Zhao Ning a few times. The reason was simply that Zhao Ning had cultivated a large group of top-grade pigeons.
Lu Ningjin accidentally contacted them because of his relationship with Qingque Pavilion. Lu Ningjin was also the first old friend they met in the past four years.
Now this Miss Pan can be regarded as an accident.
Xia Zhaoyi wrote two prescriptions. There were many medicinal herbs in their small courtyard, but there were still more medicinal materials that needed to be bought from the pharmacy. Zhili called his superior Zhi Changle to get the medicine together. Before leaving, he asked Lao Tong to boil a pot of water. Pan Shuyi might
Need a bath.
Watching Zhili and Zhi Changle leave, Pan Shuyi said awkwardly: "I've caused trouble for you as soon as I came here."
"No trouble," Xia Zhaoyi said, "What's your relationship with Pan Naifeng?"
"My father calls him cousin, and he is my cousin."
"You were still young when the accident happened."
"Well, my grandfather once helped a female teacher of mine who was in the girls' school. When something happened at home, my husband rescued me and took me to Youzhou with him. Later, King Dacheng captured Youzhou and my husband and I got separated.
I didn’t know if my husband was still alive. I searched for her for a long time but to no avail. Later, I heard that there was something magical about Qingque Pavilion, so I asked around and came over to give it a try. I still had some silver coins on me, but they were stolen on the way.
gone."
Xia Zhaoyi nodded and said, "Then can you talk to Qingque Pavilion?"
"I don't have money... So, Miss Xia, are you in need of a maid? Or a book boy. I am literate and can write articles. I..."
"No shortage," Xia Zhaoyi said, "but if you are short of money, I can lend it to you and you will pay it back within five years. How much do you want?"
"Five years..." Pan Shuyi said blankly, "Is it so long?"
