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Chapter 80 Seven Lords, Seven Lang, Seven Young Masters(1/2)

Xin Yi watched the porter walk into a store called "Du Jiaxiang Pharmacy" diagonally across from Sun's Pharmacy and disappear. He couldn't help but sigh quietly, as if he saw millions of treasures slipping away in front of him.

Her stomach rumbled, and she realized she was hungry. She held the reins tightly and was about to buy honey-fried fruits when she suddenly saw a man dressed as a Forbidden Army walking over and stopping about three or four steps in front of her.

"May I ask if this is Mrs. Zhang in front of me?"

Xin Yi glanced at the crowd, "Yes, the military master wants to see me for something?"

The man clasped his fists and said, "Commander Cao has an invitation."

Xin Yi looked around and was a little surprised when he saw no sign of Cao Yi.

"How did Master Cao know I was here?"

The sergeant glanced at her and said, "Commander Cao just went to the eldest princess's mansion to see the Prince of Guangling, and happened to see the lady coming to Maxing Street."

"..."

Along the way, she only paid attention to the bustling Bianjing Night Market, and did not find Cao Yi.

"I wonder what Mr. Cao wants from me?"

She asked tentatively. The sergeant noticed her suspicion and took out the commander's card from his arms. His face was serious, but he did not answer directly.

"I'll find out when you get there, please."

Xin Yi hesitated and nodded.

Under the leadership of the sergeant, we walked all the way to Zhuquemen Street. The Grand Cao Mansion is opposite the Imperial College. With its high lintels, painted eaves, and green tiles and blue bricks, the grandeur of a centuries-old family is overwhelming, and the wealth is overwhelming.

Xin Yi was a little hesitant before entering the door.

The sergeant came over to help her lead the donkey.

"Ma'am, just leave it to me."

Xin Yi thanked him and followed the donkey cart through the corner gate. An old woman wearing an azure-colored trousers came up to him with a smile.

"Shichiro is waiting inside. Madam, please come with me."

Xin Yi entered the Cao family's house without seeing Cao Yi, and Xin Yi felt a little scared. For no other reason than that, she was afraid that Cao Yilan was deliberately teasing her.

She turned back to look at the sergeant, and was about to excuse herself from leaving when she heard the sound of leather boots hitting the blue bricks, and then Cao Yi's gentle and smiling face appeared in front of her.

"Don't be afraid, Mrs. Zhang, this is my nanny."

Cao Yi was dressed in black iron armor. He clearly looked like he had returned from official duties at the front office of the palace. He had not had time to change out of it. He had a tired feeling. How could he say that he saw her at the Prince's Mansion in Guangling County?

This matter was a bit unusual, so Xin Yi kept it in mind.

"Master Cao, it's already dark, and my child is still waiting for me at home. If you have anything to say, just tell me here."

Cao Yi saw her nervousness and smiled softly.

"Ms. Zhang, don't you trust me?"

Xin Yi took back her donkey from the sergeant.

"My son, Pi, has not seen me for a long time. I don't know how many things he will do. If Mr. Cao has nothing to do, I will leave."

"Yes." Cao Yi smiled at her and said, "I can borrow Madam Zhang's skill."

So it turns out you’re treating people with illnesses?

Made it so mysterious.

Xin Yi's eyes were full of doubts, but Cao Yi didn't seem to want to explain here, "Nanny, go ahead and do your work. I'll take Madam Zhang in."

After saying that, he lowered his eyebrows and smiled, "Ms. Zhang, please come with me."



The doctor had no reason to refuse to see the patient. Xin Yi handed over his beloved donkey to the captain, smiled slightly, and followed Cao Yi silently.

Cao Yi didn't talk much. He walked in front with his shoulders straight. His armor made him look heroic, and he did have the temperament of a general.

The two of them walked through the corridors and entered the inner courtyard. The maids and women they saw on the road were all smiling when they saw Cao Yi, and their mouths were as sweet as honey, "Seventh Master", "Seventh Young Master", "Seventh Master"

, each has its own name, and none of them are very afraid of him.

It seems that Cao Yi treats his servants well and is loved by the people in the house.

Xin Yi looked at Cao Yi out of the corner of his eye and smiled slightly, finding it very interesting.

Cao Yi seemed to feel her gaze and looked back with a smile on his face.

"Ms. Zhang, we're here."

Xin Yi said nothing, walked through the courtyard and looked up.

This courtyard is very quiet. The gate is open. On the red sandalwood horizontal plaque are the three words "mulberry picking garden" written in sharp strokes. In the courtyard, there are faintly visible trees that are not too lush in the middle of winter, and occasionally there are a few trees that have lost all their leaves.

The mulberry trees looked particularly deserted.

The owner who lives here is a quiet person.

At the same time, he is also someone whom Cao Yi values.

Cao Yi stopped and waved to a little girl wearing a lotus red shirt and skirt at the courtyard gate.

"Hongyun, come here, take Mrs. Zhang in to see the madam. I'll change my clothes and come back."

"Yes, Qi Lang." Hongyun looked like she was about twelve or thirteen years old, still a young girl. She approached Fu Shen and looked at Xin Yi with a smile. However, after Cao Yi left, she looked down upon Xin Yi.

He snorted lightly and changed his expression.

"Come with me, and be careful when walking. The Duke's Mansion is no different from other places, so don't look around."

Rich people have many rules, so Xin Yi smiled and said nothing.

Two women were cleaning fallen leaves in the courtyard. When they saw Hongyun leading Xinyi over, they silently stepped aside. Hongyun held her airs until she entered the inner room and saluted through the screen. Then she softened her voice and spoke respectfully.

.

"Madam, Miss Zhang is here."

"Come in." There were two accompanying girls in the screen. Xin Yi walked in but did not see the protagonist. He only saw a moon-white gauze curtain hanging straight to the ground in front of him. A slender and graceful figure was looming inside.

The voice is like pearls falling on a plate, sweet and gentle, and there is a majesty that is difficult to hide.

Xin Yi didn't remember whether Cao Yi had a wife in the plot of "Bianjing Fu". Her focus at that time was mainly on the various industries in Bianjing. She had read biographies of the characters, but her memory became blurred over time, and she assumed that the person in front of her was Cao Yi.

Yi's wife.

"A civilian woman has met Mrs. Cao."

She has become accustomed to the etiquette of this era, and she greets everyone when she meets them, without appearing unfamiliar when doing so.

The lady behind the curtain hesitated for a moment after hearing the sound, and then gave the order.

"Hongyun, go and prepare some water for my wife to wash her hands."

"Yes." Hongyun responded, and Xin Yi sat outside the mysterious lady separated by a curtain under the eager gazes of the two big girls.

There was a faint medicinal smell in the room.

Xin Yi doesn't talk much.

The lady didn't speak either.

There was silence for a moment, until Hongyun brought a copper basin in for her to wash and began to prepare a thin rose-red silk thread. Only then did Xin Yi realize that she had encountered the biggest challenge since her medical career.

… Not only could this lady not open the curtain to let her see the real person, but she couldn’t even touch her hand? Oh my god! Does this mean she is expected to diagnose her pulse through a curtain?

As mentioned earlier, Xin Yi did not expect that modern Chinese medicine could not diagnose problems in ancient times. In fact, Xin Yi has consulted ancient books on the matter of pulse diagnosis with silk threads, and still has reservations to this day.

She neither denied nor affirmed. She didn't know whether the ancients could do it by relying on the touch of a thin thread to feel the patient's pulse. Anyway, she certainly couldn't do it herself.

What's more, we are all women, and there is no big defense between men and women. Why does the lady in the tent have to be so pretentious and troublesome?

Xin Yi wiped his hands silently and smiled.

"Madam, I don't know how to diagnose the pulse with a thread. If you don't mind the little girl's abruptness, please extend your hand and let me take the pulse. This will more accurately determine the condition -"

Before the madam could speak, the girl Hongyun screamed, as if she had discovered something strange, "Qilang said she has superb medical skills, how come she can't even diagnose the pulse with a silk thread?"

Xin Yi smiled, with a smile in his eyes, "To be honest with you, Madam, I always thought that diagnosing the pulse with a thread was just a gimmick. Doctors cannot detect the patient's pulse with a piece of silk thread. Even if someone does this, and prescribes medicine to visit the patient, it will be cured."

Recovery from an illness is actually based not on pulse detection, but on the four diagnostic symptoms of hearing and hearing."

"No, no, you're pretending to be a famous doctor, and you're making excuses..."

I don't know why, but this Hongyun seems to be naturally hostile to her, and she always carries a gun and a stick whenever she speaks.

"Hongyun, don't be rude!" The female voice in the gauze curtain was gentle and gentle, and there was an indescribable grace and elegance to her. The temperament of this lady was somewhat similar to Cao Yi.

To Xin Yi's surprise, she then said warmly.

"Remove the thread."

"yes."

Hongyun glared at Xin Yi with dissatisfaction, pouted, took away the silk thread, and rolled up a corner of the tent. That delicate look looked like a child spoiled by adults.

Xin Yi's original age was twenty-three, which was older than these girls and even Fu Jiuqu. Even though he was under seventeen years old, his mental age was different and he was too lazy to argue with such a little girl.
To be continued...
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