While Peng Jiaren was reminiscing about the portraits one by one in her residence, Qin Jiaoxi and his party had already arrived at the street where Prime Minister Qin's residence was.
The Qin Prime Minister's Mansion, which was burned down by the fire to only the remaining walls, looked even more dilapidated on the bleak winter street.
It's not that the Holy One doesn't want people to repair it, but it's difficult to start work in winter.
Qin Jiaoxi, who was passing by Prime Minister Qin's Mansion, suddenly had the illusion that he was in a dream.
It was as if everything she had experienced here was a dream, and her current life was real.
"Xi'er, what are you looking at?"
Seeing her staring at Prime Minister Qin's Mansion for a long time, Meng Yinqin couldn't help but ask.
Qin Jiaoxi shook his head: "It's nothing, I just suddenly feel like I have been away from this place for many years!"
Meng Yinqin rubbed her head with some distress, and became more determined to let her pass this new year well and easily.
When they arrived at Bo's house, Jing Wen was already waiting in the yard.
San Yi pursed her lips: "Mr. Jing..."
Jing Wen rubbed his forehead with a headache: "Just call me Jing Wen, or Dr. Jing!"
Then, without waiting for San Yi to change his words, he turned around and led the way towards the treatment room: "Come in, I think you don't remember the contents of the three days of treatment. I can tell you again in detail!"
San Yi was stunned: "These three days?"
Then she belatedly looked at Sang Lanyun: "Brother, what time is it today?"
Sang Lanyun said calmly: "It's been four days since the winter solstice. Did you still think yesterday was the winter solstice?"
Sanyi's face suddenly changed: "Four days? Then... the last time I had an illness was as long as three days?"
So what did she do during this time?
No, she comes to Jingwen every day for treatment, so...
Jing Wen seemed to already know what she was afraid of, and comforted her: "Don't worry, you haven't done anything troublesome in the past three days, but continued to undergo hypnosis treatment here!"
San Yi's lips trembled: "Hypnosis? She, she... is also willing to accept hypnosis?"
Jing Wen nodded: "Yes, and if I guess correctly, the princess's physical condition should have recovered!"
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Shuiqin Pavilion.
A familiar carriage slowly stopped.
But the middle-aged man who got off the carriage made the two girls watching the door feel strange.
"Stop!"
"Outsiders are not allowed to enter Shuiqin Pavilion!"
Han Zhan smiled and raised the medicine box in his hand: "I am the imperial physician of the Prince Regent's Palace. Your pavilion master specially invited me to come to the pavilion to check the pulses of several masters, and also invited two of them to pass on the pulse!"
The two girls stared at each other: "Huh?"
Shuiqin Pavilion indeed invites doctors to check the pulse every year and check the physical condition of several masters in the pavilion.
But every time the doctor came before, he was accompanied by the pavilion master himself!
Why did the doctor do it himself this time?
Seeing the two people stunned, Han Zhan showed an impatient attitude: "In this case, you go and ask your pavilion master's personal disciples and tell them that Imperial Physician Han is outside the door and he will personally come to take me into the pavilion!"
Although the two girls were confused, one of them still went in to communicate.
After a while, Yan Xun hurried over.
"Korean Royal Physician?"
Han Zhan smiled and raised the medicine box in his hand: "Your master accompanied the princess for treatment today, so I came here alone to check the pulse of several masters first!"
Yan Changchun was not in the pavilion for many years, and he only heard about the rules of asking for pulse.
But since Dr. Han came in person, it must be the arrangement of the pavilion master.
