Happy Marriage

"Walking?" Leng Nanxian's brows furrowed even tighter. He had traveled back and forth from Xia Mansion two or three times, and he knew that the distance was very far. An Sheng walked all the way here and changed to an ordinary woman.

An Sheng lowered his head in embarrassment and murmured in a low voice, "I, my father has been ordered to collect food and has gone far away, and now there is only this carriage in the house."

An Sheng never mentioned anything in Xia's residence before him, and he never confided a word about Xue's harsh treatment of her. But even if Leng Nanxian guessed, she knew of her predicament in the Xia Mansion. This is also one of the reasons why he felt pity in his heart and taught An Sheng's medical skills.

"How many days?"

An Sheng muttered in embarrassment, "It's been four or five days."

"You walk back and forth by yourself these days?"

An Sheng nodded.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

An Sheng bit his lower lip and pretended to understate it: "It's just a small matter, it's just a matter of strengthening my body. You can see that I'm walking like a fly now, and I'm much stronger."

"Small thing? Yaolu is remote and there are few residents in front of you. You've been back late these days. You're a woman alone, so you're not afraid of anything?"

Leng Nanxian snorted coldly, left her behind to open the door, called Qianzhou, gave a few words in a low voice, and An Sheng flew out the door.

"Come with me after you clean your hands," he ordered angrily.

An Sheng replied obediently, without asking any further questions, carefully cleaned his hands and face, exhausted the heat, and then followed Leng Nanxian to turn past the splendid landscape screen beside the clinic.

The door of this room was always closed, and An Sheng only regarded it as a resting place for Leng Nanxian, and did not dare to enter without authorization.

Looking around, the furnishings in the room are very quiet and elegant, all of them are red sandalwood arhat carved chairs, and long offering tables. The offerings on the offering table are not portraits, nor tablets, but a tiger brace, which is where You Fanglang walks through the streets. The rattle worn at the time.

Folk travellers practice medicine everywhere, and they can't shout loudly to spread the sickness and foulness everywhere, so they all hold a rattle in their hands and shake them as they walk. This An Sheng knew it. Moreover, when her mother was sick in bed back then, An Sheng often went in and out of the pharmacy. The pharmacy hung a portrait of Sun Simiao, the king of medicine, holding a tiger brace. She also knew the origin of the tiger brace.

Leng Nanxian paused between the offering tables, turned his back to An Sheng, and said calmly, "Do you know who is enshrined on this offering table?"

An Sheng shook his head suspiciously: "I don't know."

"Then do you know the origin of this tiger brace?"

An Sheng nodded: "I know, it was Mr. Sun Simiao, the king of medicine, who helped the world to practice medicine. When a tiger knelt down and begged for help, the king of medicine used copper bells to support his upper and lower jaws to cure his throat jam. Most of them are marked by tiger braces.”

Leng Nanxian nodded: "This tiger brace was used by the patriarch to heal the tiger."

"Grandpa?" An Sheng was taken aback.

"That's right," Leng Nanxian turned around, looked at An Sheng and said word by word, "I inherited the ghost doctor Sun Sheng from my teacher, and my ancestor is Sun Simiao, the king of medicine."

An Sheng was all excited, and even began to tremble.

The first is that Sun Simiao, the king of medicine, is known to all women and children, and even the name of the ghost doctor Sun Sheng is like thunder. It's just that the ghost doctor's whereabouts are erratic all his life, and people in the world can find medical treatment. No wonder Leng Nanxian was so young and accomplished so much.

Second, what made An Sheng most excited was Leng Nanxian's self-proclaimed "Master". Calling her like that today, could it be that Xia Ansheng should have been accepted as a disciple?

An Sheng was about to fall to the ground happily, and was supported by Leng Nanxian, his steady and powerful hand firmly lifted her wrist, making An Sheng's kneeling motion stagnate.

"You are talented and intelligent, and you have an unshakable determination to study medicine. You are indeed a talent for studying medicine. However, the most important thing for my disciples of Medicine King is medical ethics.

The patriarch once said that human life is of the utmost importance, there are precious thousand pieces of gold, the rich and the poor, the poor and the poor, and the rich and the poor are treated equally; the elder and the young are all like the supreme; As medical practitioners, it is our responsibility to save the dead and heal the wounded. We should treat patients with no desire or desire, and we must not be utilitarian.

At the beginning of the teacher, I was worried that your mind was not right, so I tested you these days. Now that I see you in the face of patients, you are serious and responsible, not afraid of power, regardless of gains and losses, and have the hearts of doctors and parents. You have passed the school exam for your teacher ahead of time. Therefore, I decided for the teacher to teach you the medical skills handed down from the ancestors. I hope you can inherit the medical ethics of my medicine king, and carry forward it to help the world and save people. "

An Sheng listened to Leng Nanxian's teaching with all his heart, and was overjoyed, why should he not? She nodded her head like garlic, and said overjoyed: "Thank you Master for his generous teaching, An Sheng will definitely live up to your expectations."

Leng Nanxian nodded in satisfaction, turned around, picked up the case, lit the red candle, took three sticks of incense, and bowed respectfully. Then he got up and said to An Sheng, "If you respect your ancestors, you can officially study medicine."

An Sheng stepped forward according to his words, kowtowed and offered incense reverently, then turned around to face Leng Nanxian, bowed down and bowed to the teacher, and Leng Nanxian sat on the head and accepted it calmly.

An Sheng cherishes this hard-won opportunity very much. He must work hard and make small achievements. He is even more respectful to Leng Nanxian.

During lunch, Leng Nanxian announced to Qian Zhou and Mrs. Feng that they had taken An Sheng as a disciple.

Qianzhou initially criticized An Sheng for entering the house so quickly and becoming the apprentice of his own son, and even rolled her eyes at her.

But he didn't like to study medicine at first, so he easily surpassed him for An Sheng, and he was quickly relieved of stealing his limelight, and the hot hoof flower soup went into his stomach. All afternoon, he still followed An Sheng, making jokes and bickering with An Sheng, and the relationship became more and more intimate.

The cook, Mrs. Feng, is a sturdy and straightforward middle-aged woman. As soon as she came back to see the well-organized kitchen, she already fell in love with An Sheng. After seeing An Sheng's skillful knife and cooking skills, It is even more praised, and I like it to the bottom of my heart.

An Sheng is a person who is in good spirits when it comes to happy events. He is so happy all day that his eyebrows and eyes are curved, and his small mouth is sweet as if smeared with honey.

And the collection of books in Leng Nanxian's room made her feel like a duck to water, like a desert that had been dry for many years, suddenly irrigated by the spring rain, greedily and almost madly absorbing the rain, look at this book, touch that One book, I love all of them, and I wish I could hang them all over the place, sleepless, and stuff them all into my mind.

The day passed quickly, and An Sheng didn't know what Leng Nanxian whispered to Qian Zhou in the morning until he returned to the house.

There was a red sandalwood carriage parked in front of the door of Yaolu, with a brocade canopy and a concave and convex engraving with a unicorn blessing pattern, which looked extraordinarily luxurious.

An Sheng's first feeling was that there were visitors in the medicine house, or that some dignitaries came to seek medical advice.

She paused, hesitating whether she should stay.

A red-faced old man jumped off the carriage, put down the footstool, and bowed slightly to An Sheng: "Miss An Sheng, please get on the carriage."

An Sheng couldn't help but froze for a moment, turned to look behind him, Qian Zhou was in the yard, winking at her and baring his teeth happily.

"Me?" An Sheng couldn't believe it.

The old man smiled "hehe": "Young Master ordered that the old man will be in charge of picking up Miss An Sheng in the future. Just speak up if you have any orders."

"You said this is Master's carriage?"

The old man nodded: "Young Master, if the girl feels too flamboyant and inconvenient, she will build a new Wu Peng carriage in two days, and I will grieve the girl for a few days."

An Sheng did have such concerns, and was struck by Leng Nanxian's words. Not to mention that such a carriage is too luxurious and too flamboyant to walk on the road, and even the patterns carved on it are not affordable for ordinary people. If she really took such a carriage back to the house and was seen by Xue Shi and Xia Zixian, wouldn't she cause unprovoked trouble?

She smiled embarrassingly: "You don't need to trouble you, old man, I'll tell Master that I know, I can walk by myself."

"You don't listen to your son's arrangement?" Qianzhou followed him out of nowhere: "If you dare to go back and reject the son's kindness, I can guarantee that you won't have any good fruit from you."

The old man also showed a smile: "My son's temper is so stubborn. Since he ordered, the girl is disrespectful."

An Sheng thought about it, and no longer violated Leng Nanxian's good intentions, smiled gratefully at the old man: "Then there is old uncle Lao."