Du He pointed at Cheng Chumo's head and said somewhat speechlessly: "This man's drink is not bad. He doesn't cry or make trouble when he is drunk. Brother Qin, could you please send Chumo back?"
"That's natural. Duke Yi's Mansion is adjacent to Duke Lu's Mansion, so they happen to be on the same road!" Qin Huaiyu said with a smile, and then shook his head helplessly.
Qin Huaiyu helped Cheng Chumo up, and Du He asked the old man to arrange a carriage to take the two of them back to their house.
Du He sent the two of them to the gate and saw the carriage creaking and getting further away. Just as Du He turned around, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a person lying under the tall locust tree that had been struck by lightning opposite the gate of Lai Guogong Mansion.
Holding a person.
He asked curiously: "Old Fu, when did this person lie there?"
The old man did not dare to neglect and hurriedly replied: "Young master, this person is one of the troublemakers. He is relatively young, about thirteen years old. When the heavy rain came just now, he may have been fainted by the thunder.
It’s really ridiculous, such courage dares to cause trouble in front of Laiguo’s palace, this is retribution!”
Du He frowned.
According to his understanding, students who enter the Imperial College are generally between 14 and 19 years old, which is also the regulation of the Tang Dynasty.
But there are exceptions, that is, the heirs of courtiers or royal relatives can enter the Imperial College in advance as an exception.
If this person is really young, his status must be extraordinary.
So he asked: "Now that the heavy rain has stopped, why doesn't Marquis Wu of Chang'an City come to ask?"
Wuhou was equivalent to the urban management in later generations. He was mainly responsible for patrolling Chang'an City and dealing with various problems. He was also the main force in enforcing the curfew system.
The old man chuckled and said proudly: "Young Master, Marquis Wu came here twice, but I sent him away each time. These guys actually sat quietly and made trouble in front of our house. It's okay. You're right, people
The bad guys will be punished by heaven, no, this kid will be punished by heaven!"
Du He was speechless when he heard this.
"Nonsense," he whispered, "if someone is killed, this matter will not end well!"
He hurried forward and saw a thirteen or fourteen year old boy lying on the ground under the tree that had just been washed by the heavy rain. He was dressed in gorgeous clothes and his face was full of immaturity. He was lying on the ground at this moment, but he was shivering and uttering words.
There was a weak moan, and his face was like a burning cloud.
Du He squatted down and said happily: "He's not dead yet!"
When he reached out and touched the other person's forehead, it felt like he was touching a hot water bottle.
This boy's high fever was very serious.
Du He hurriedly ordered: "Old Fu, hurry up and get him back to the house and find a guest room to settle him in."
The old man was a little unhappy: "Young master, you are too kind. If you ask me, this kind of person deserves it. He should be allowed to die here. He came here to meditate on his own. What is he doing in our Laiguo Palace?"
thing."
Du He was a little helpless.
He didn't expect that the old man would be so filled with righteous indignation at his old age.
Little did he know that Lao Fu was angered by what the leading scholar, Jiang Xian, said about the lackeys of the Duke's family, so he hated these guys.
But the old man did not dare to disobey Du He's order.
He immediately arranged for two servants to bring the young man to his residence and found a room in the side courtyard to settle down.
Once in the room, the boy's condition seemed to be even worse. His body was trembling with increasing frequency and amplitude.
When the old man saw this, he was also a little panicked.
He kept chattering: "Master, you didn't believe me when I told you not to move. Now it's better. If this kid dies in our house, it will have nothing to do with it. Master, you are too kind. Sooner or later, if you keep doing this,
You’re at a disadvantage!”
Du He pointed at the young man and explained: "Old Fu, look at this man's clothes, what is his origin?"
The old man looked at it and said with certainty: "She must have grown up in a wealthy family. Ordinary people cannot afford to wear such gorgeous clothes."
Du He nodded: "Yes, this person's identity must be extraordinary. If something really happens, he will definitely get into some trouble. Besides, a child of such an old age is nothing more than being instigated by others. He has an immature mind and a lack of emotions.
Excusable!"
Old Fu looked at Du He's serious face.
After a long while, he held back a sentence: "Master, don't forget, you are still a child."
The old man suddenly discovered that during this period of time, the second young master's behavior was like that of a scheming military advisor, not like a 15-year-old child at all.
Du He laughed it off. He couldn't explain it too much.
The old man looked at the young man lying on the bed in a bad condition, and volunteered: "Young master, I will arrange for the doctor in the house to treat him. I just hope that this boy has a long life and does not die, so as not to inflict any harm to our Lai Guo Gong."
The government will cause trouble."
Du He waved his hand: "No, this boy's fever is probably very serious, and the doctor's backward methods may not be effective."
"Then... what should we do?" Old Fu's eyes widened.
Du He said: "Go to my young master's room and get the box on the table outside."
"Okay."
The old man hurriedly walked through the long corridors, entered Du He's room, found the box Du He mentioned, and hurried out.
It was a wooden box the size of a hug. It was very delicately made, with some black texture patterns on the outside. It was not locked, but Lao Fu would never dare to open it and look at it.
As soon as he went out, Lao Fu met Du Ruhui, who had just returned.
After saying hello, the old man was about to leave.
Seeing the old man in a hurry, Du Ruhui asked curiously: "Old man, why are you in such a hurry?"
The old man said hurriedly: "Master, the second young master asked me to deliver this wooden box to him."
"What's in this box?" Du Ruhui couldn't help but become very interested when he saw the box held by the old man in both hands with a very serious look.
He stepped forward and was about to touch the box.
Unexpectedly, the old man hurriedly stepped aside and said, "Master, this is the second young master's secret. You can't just look at it."
After saying that, he ran away.
Du Ruhui was left standing messy in the wind.
After a long while, Du Ruhui said leisurely: "I am the head of the Laiguo Palace. This guy, Lao Fu, as the housekeeper of the palace, actually listens to He'er..."
"well!"
"He'er, this guy..."
Du Ruhui's face was full of embarrassment and helplessness.
On the other hand, after the old man hurriedly handed the box to Du He, he realized that there was something wrong with his attitude towards the head of the family, Du Ruhui, but it was too late to regret it.
Du He opened the box and took out ibuprofen sustained-release capsules.
This stuff is mainly used to treat pain. It is effective for headaches, toothaches and other conditions, but it is also very effective for removing fevers.
After feeding a pill of ibuprofen to the young man, Du He said: "You will definitely wake up in less than two hours!"
The old man looked at Du He curiously and asked: "Master, what you just fed him was the fairy medicine, right?"
Du He nodded.
The old man said with some embarrassment: "Master, give me one too!"
Du He, who was packing the boxes, looked surprised when he heard this.
"You're not sick and you need to take a lot of medicine?" Du He said in a funny way.