Song Qinghuan squinted his eyes and saw a young boy in green clothes with a pale face.
The young boy ran all the way to the end of the pavilion. He didn't know which girl in the pavilion was Miss Song, so he could only say: "The younger one is a servant of the Wei family in Lizhou. My third young master suddenly fainted in front. I heard that Mrs. Song
The girl knows some Qihuang skills, and I hope Miss Song will come and save our young master's life."
Song Qinghuan had never seen this man before, and did not dare to believe his words rashly. Moreover, he had just seen Wei Yutang. Although he looked sick, he could stop the collapse and was sure to do so, unlike someone who was weak and inexperienced.
But Song Qingyan quickly stood up and asked the boy: "You said that Brother Wei suddenly fainted and fell unconscious?"
Without waiting for the boy to reply, he said hurriedly: "Quickly lead the way."
The young man told Song Qingyan that he was looking for the eldest lady of the Song family. In response, he hurriedly turned around and walked ahead.
Song Qingyan had already reached the middle of the bridge. When she realized that Song Qinghuan had not followed, she quickly turned back.
There was a look of fear on his face, but he didn't dare to look directly at Song Qinghuan, and just said: "Sister, please save Brother Wei. The last time, the last time he saw him, he suddenly vomited blood and fainted..."
"Qingyan, don't you have anything to say to me?" Song Qinghuan stood motionless, looking at Song Qingyan with lowered eyes.
"I, I..." Song Qingyan twisted the handkerchief in her hand and bit her lip. After a while, she dared to raise her head to look at Song Qinghuan and said seriously: "As long as sister saves Brother Wei this time, wait, wait until you get home,
I've recruited everything."
Song Qinghuan sighed helplessly, reached out and squeezed her hand, and said softly: "Don't worry."
The two sisters then went to the Zen room in the backyard of Hongfa Temple together with the boy.
Song Qinghuan felt relieved when he saw that the road was full of roads and there were many monks coming and going.
The young man in green clothes led the four masters and servants to a row of private courtyards planted with purple bamboos.
People around Xiao Yun were still standing in the yard. When they saw Song Qinghuan and Song Qingyan coming, they hurriedly stepped forward to say hello.
Song Qing said curiously, "Didn't Xiaoyun go to listen to the master's lecture? Why are you here again?"
When the two sisters entered the room, Mrs. Yang, the eldest wife of the Wei family, was holding her eyes and crying uncontrollably, while Mrs. Xiao Yun was whispering comfort at the side.
Song Qinghuan glanced at the two of them and said nothing. It was Xiao Yun who said first: "Qinghuan, go and see the Third Young Master Wei. He is fine. He suddenly vomited blood and fainted to death for no apparent reason."
After thinking for a while, he said, "I've already sent someone to ask for a doctor."
Xiao Yun was going to listen to the master's lecture, but unexpectedly she met Yang before entering the palace.
Yang and Wei Yutang had been staying at Hongfa Temple for some time. When they met Xiaoyun by chance, they couldn't help but say a few words about returning the token.
It had only been a year since Xiaoyun and Yang had seen each other. It was obvious that she was not only thin but also haggard. She looked much older than when we met last year.
One is soft-hearted, so he stays a little longer and says a few words.
It happened that Wei Yutang came over to look for Mr. Yang. He seemed to be fine when he arrived, but just as he bowed to Mr. Xiaoyun, he suddenly coughed up blood and immediately fell unconscious.
This frightened both the Yang family and the Xiaoyun family, so they hurriedly carried Wei Yutang into the small courtyard.
Wei Yutang was like this, and Xiao Yun couldn't walk for a while, so he had to sit with him.
Mrs. Yang was anxious, so she sent people to look for the doctor at the foot of the mountain. She also thought that Song Qinghuan happened to be in the temple. She knew some Qihuang skills, so she rushed to invite her.
Xiao Yun was not happy to cause Song Qinghuan and Wei Yutang to be anxious again. It was obvious that Yang had a motherly heart and was extremely anxious. For a while, she could not say any words of rejection and just let the young boy go.
Although Xiaoyun asked Song Qinghuan to go in and take a look, the implication was that she was told to wait.
Song Qinghuan heard it, but when she lowered her hand under her sleeve, Song Qingyan grabbed it tightly.
She looked sideways, sighed silently, and then said, "Okay, I'll go take a look."
Then asked Yang: "Aunt Wei, where is Brother Wei."
Yang wiped her tears with a handkerchief and stood up quickly: "I'll take you there."
Exit the main house and go to the east wing, which is the wing where Wei Yutang lives temporarily.
Inside, there were two young men in green clothes fetching water and Wei Yutang wiping sweat and wiping their hands.
Song Qinghuan followed Yang into the door and saw him lying on the bed, his face extremely pale.
He opened his mouth and asked, "Has Brother Wei been sick for a long time?"
Yang's mouth moved, and she responded softly.
I haven't been sick for a long time. Since I returned from Kyoto in 2011, I got seriously ill and haven't recovered yet.
Lizhou was getting hotter than Kyoto. Seeing that he was still depressed, Yang proposed to come and stay in Kyoto for a few days, but he agreed without hesitation.
I thought this kid couldn't let go of the past, but he didn't go to the other end of Wujin Lane when he returned to Beijing. He just said he wanted to come to Hongfa Temple to cool off for a few days.
I've only been staying here for half a month, but I didn't expect to meet the Song family here.
Song Qinghuan was not sure whether Wei Yutang's illness was related to him, so he bit his lip and stepped forward, sitting on the small stool that Texue had brought over.
She was reaching out to take Wei Yutang's hand out of the quilt, but she didn't want him to hold it back.
He closed his eyes and breathed lightly, but his palms were cold.
Song Qinghuan paused, turned around and said to Yang, "Can you please step aside, Auntie?"
Yang also saw that she hadn't taken out her hand for a long time. She nodded when she heard this, and then said to Song Qingyan who was coming with her: "My child, let's go have a cup of tea."
Song Qingyan saw Song Qinghuan lying on the couch with Wei Yutang, who looked pale, nodded, and then turned and left.
Everyone in the house was sent out, and Ta Xue opened the door wide and stood guard at the door.
Song Qinghuan then took Wei Yutang's hand out of the thin blanket, placed his other hand on his pulse, and carefully diagnosed the pulse, then sighed softly again.
She took a silver needle and pricked him a few times, then said quietly: "I know you can hear me, and I hope you can hear me."
The grip on her hand was noticeably tighter.
Song Qinghuan continued: "Brother Wei, in fact, you are a very outstanding man, capable of writing and martial arts, considerate and gentle. You are the husband-in-law candidate in the eyes of many girls."
The silver needle in her hand pricked in slowly, and it was obvious that Wei Yutang's breathing became much smoother.
"I long for a family like the Wei family. I have always felt that I would definitely get married to Third Brother Wei in the future."
"But when I see you at this moment, I realize that no one is perfect, and Brother Wei also has great shortcomings."
"The reason why Third Brother Wei and I have no connection is also closely related to this shortcoming of yours."
The thumb of the held hand pressed on his tiger's mouth, and then let go. This was repeated ten times before Wei Yutang came to his senses.
He opened his eyes, looked at the empty roof, and asked in a hoarse voice: "What is it?"
