When she entered the door, she asked Yu Han: "Has my father taken any medicine?"
Yu Han replied: "The master just woke up after the medicine was cooked, and he has already drank the medicine once."
Tang Miaoxin nodded: "Mr. Lao Yu, please pay more attention during this period. Take the medicine three times a day, never less."
She knew that Yu Han was Tang Jiuge's confidant. She might not have time to be with Tang Jiuge every day recently, so she could only ask Yu Han.
Yu Han hurriedly said: "Don't worry, miss! I will definitely let you take the medicine on time."
He was still a little excited in his heart, the young lady was actually a ghost doctor!
This trip to Dayan was not in vain.
Before Tang Miaoxin and Cheng Lixue entered, they heard the extremely pleasant music of the piano.
Tang Miaoxin, a person with no artistic talent, heard the sound of the piano and only four words came to her mind: "It sounds very nice"!
The so-called "this music only exists in heaven and can be heard several times in the world" probably refers to this kind of melody.
Cheng Lixue's expression changed slightly when he heard the music. He suppressed the thought of running away and walked step by step towards the direction of the music.
They soon walked into the house, where Tang Jiuge sat behind the bead curtain and played the piano.
He was originally a figure like Zhilan Yushu, and his graceful and elegant movements when playing the piano immediately made Tang Miaoxin look stupid.
He is now getting older, there are wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and his temples have turned white.
Although he is no longer a young man, he has the mature charm of a man of his age, making him even more attractive than a young man.
She suddenly understood why Su Ling'er liked Tang Jiuge. His looks were enough to make countless girls fall in love with him.
She nudged Cheng Lixue with her elbow: "Stop pretending to be an immortal from now on. No matter how much you pretend, you will never be as good as my father!"
Cheng Lixue: "..."
He was originally in a very complicated and heavy mood, but he didn't expect that she would come to attack him.
He said softly: "The young master Wuchen back then was unparalleled in the world. His appearance was so good that he was able to conquer the feudal lord."
"I don't know how high the sky is and how high it is. If I insist on comparing the pros and cons, it will be a lifetime regret."
"Today's Mr. Wuchen has frosty white hair on his temples. No matter whether he is talented or charming, he is still not comparable to me."
After he finished speaking, he sat down on the table beside him and placed a pot of freshly boiled water, a tea set, and a can of tea leaves on it.
He started making tea very skillfully, with skillful skills and elegant manners.
Soon the fragrance of tea spread and filled the room.
The sound of the piano and the fragrance of tea blend together, creating an indescribable beauty.
Tang Miaoxin felt that the whole room fell into an indescribable state. The beauty of the music and the fragrance of the tea made her intoxicated.
I don’t know how long it took before Cheng Lixue made tea.
He picked up a cup of tea and put it in front of Tang Jiuge and said, "It's snowing tonight, can you have a cup?"
When Tang Miaoxin heard this poem, she couldn't help but rolled her eyes at Tang Jiuge, and cursed in her heart: "Shameless, copying again!"
Qin had just finished composing a piece of music. Tang Jiuge picked up the tea, put it in front of his nose, smelled it, and smiled slightly: "I don't see the rouge color, but I smell the fragrance of white snow first."
After he finished speaking, he took a sip and said with a smile, "Good tea!"
The two looked at each other and laughed.
This smile made the embarrassment in Cheng Xinxue's heart fade a lot.
The two of them didn't seem to have any deep hatred at all, but rather seemed like old friends meeting again.
Tang Jiuge put the tea cup down and smiled slightly: "I originally thought I would never be able to drink tea brewed by Mian Dong himself in this life."
"I never thought we would meet again in life. God has treated me well."
Mian Dong is the Chinese character written by Cheng Lixue.
Cheng Lixue also laughed: "The music of Jiu Ge is still the same as before, lingering around the beam for three days without stopping."
"I have always regretted that I could no longer hear the music of Jiu Ge. I never expected that I would be able to listen to it again in my lifetime and die without regrets."
Tang Jiuge smiled lightly: "As a person who has died once, I will never be able to hear the word death in my life."
"Perhaps I am too cowardly by nature. I only have Miandong as my best friend in the capital, and I never have the courage to come back."
"Now that I see Mian Dong, I feel a little regretful that I didn't come back early. If nothing else, just because Mian Dong's cup of tea is worth it."
Cheng Lixue also laughed: "All my friends have dispersed, leaving only power. Even though I am alive, I am nothing but a walking corpse."
"I have followed the path you have walked over the years. Although there have been hardships and dangers, when I am at a loss, I will always think about what I would do if I were to deal with it."
"It's just that I am not you after all. I have stolen your talent and fame for half a lifetime. Even if I have some achievements, they are just clouds in the tea, water without roots, and they are fleeting."
Tang Miaoxin felt extremely uncomfortable when she heard them dragging the text here.
She interjected from the side: "Shan Chief, if you want to die, I won't stop you. But before you die, can we sever the relationship between master and disciple?"
Cheng Lixue: "..."
As soon as she interrupted, the elegant atmosphere in the room disappeared without a trace.
Tang Miaoxin returned the imperial green seal to him: "Don't point at me to inherit the Imperial Academy, I really don't want this!"
Tang Jiuge glanced at her, smiled, picked up the teacup and took another sip of tea.
Cheng Lixue's eyes were deep: "The Imperial College belongs to your father, so it is normal for a woman to inherit her father's business."
Tang Miaoxin looked at him and smiled: "According to your statement, you have inherited my father's Imperial College over the years, isn't that my father's son?"
Tang Jiuge: "..."
Cheng Lixue: “…………”
He felt that even if Tang Jiuge didn't kill him today, he would be mad at Tang Miaoxin!
Tang Miaoxin looked at him and said, "Why are you glaring at me? You said this yourself. A synonym for a daughter inheriting her father's legacy is that a son inherits his father's legacy!"
"You inherited my father's Imperial College, so you are my father's son!"
After she finished speaking, she patted his shoulder and said, "It's been a long time, you are my brother!"
Cheng Lixue: "...What nonsense are you talking about!"
Tang Miaoxin stretched out her hand and tugged at his beard, and then took off his wig: "But you are so old, and my father is not much older than you. He can't give birth to a son as old as you!"
Cheng Lixue: “!!!!!”
She pulled his hair again!
When Tang Jiuge saw Cheng Lixue's bald head, he couldn't help but spit out the tea in his mouth.
He really didn't expect that the handsome young man back then would look like this now!
Cheng Lixue: "..."
He was so angry that he blushed and snatched the wig from Tang Miaoxin's hand and put it on his head, saying angrily: "No big or small!"
But Tang Miaoxin laughed: "You are like this, and you still dare to compete with my father. I don't know who gave you the courage."
Cheng Lixue: "..."
He was so angry that he turned to Tang Jiuge and said, "Jiuge, you don't care about your daughter!"
Tang Jiuge said quietly: "As a father, I have never fulfilled my duties as a father for a day. I still have to beg her to treat me. I don't have the confidence to control her."