I'm sick... Ye Chunqiu didn't care about much, and didn't care about holding an umbrella anymore. He rushed into the inner house in the rain. When he returned to the once warm little nest, he heard the cough in the wing room inside. Ye Chunqiu pushed open the door. Ye Jing on the couch had just been helped by Ye San to get up. When he saw Ye Chunqiu, night Jing sat on the couch and said in surprise: "Chunqiu..."

Ye Chunqiu was busy rushing to get on. Sure enough, seeing Ye Jing’s face was not good-looking, he touched his forehead, which was a little hot, and it was not a serious illness, but in this era, he must not take it lightly. Ye Chunqiu frowned and blamed him: "Why didn’t you hire a doctor if your father is seriously ill? Although this was not a serious illness, if he dragged it like this, he would not be cured for a long time, and the good fortune would be unknown."

Ye Jing shook his hand: "Nothing is wrong, nothing is wrong, you are back, you are so energetic when wearing a Lun scarf."

Ye San was there and wanted to speak but stopped. He couldn't help but said, "I originally invited the doctor, but the doctor just said it was okay. He didn't even prescribe the medicine, so he left after he left. Who knew that the disease did not heal at all, but it became worse. The fever did not subside last night. The doctor was invited by the second master."

After hearing this, Ye Chunqiu immediately understood that high fever is not a minor illness. Although it is easy to cure it, it may cause various complications once it is dragged on. How many people are afraid of the disease because of high fever and are afraid of the doctor, and eventually become deaf and even life-threatening. How could the doctor not see such an obvious disease?

The second master called him?

A trace of coldness flashed through Ye Chunqiu's eyes.

He asked Ye Jing to sleep and called Ye Sanlai: "San'er, I'll prescribe you. You should hurry up and grab the medicine and then take it to my father. Don't delay it. You can boil this medicine and you can't pretend to be someone else." Ye Chunqiu raised his eyebrows slightly, and his thin lips had a cold curve. He added: "I don't feel at ease with other people in the mansion."

Ye San nodded and hurriedly said, "Yes, yes, I remember it all. The young master can cure diseases, that would be great. I think the master is uncomfortable. The young master should prescribe the prescription quickly, so hurry up."

Ye Chunqiu found the four treasures of the study and still found that his father's desk had some inferior paper. He frowned and said, "This paper is also the second uncle said that the family's expenses are high, so he only supplies these inferior papers, right?"

Ye San hesitated for a while: "Yes, the second master said the harvest this year is not good."

Ye Chunqiu smiled faintly and didn't ask any more questions. When he picked up his pen, he was on the inferior paper. Because the paper was of poor quality, the ink immediately became a piece of black, and fortunately he could barely recognize the handwriting.

Ye Chunqiu's heart was already run by ten thousand grass horses. Now he is no longer the Ye Chunqiu who first came to the Ye family. He has a scholar and a reputation. He has managed Tongjitang on his own, which has made him more confident about people and things. He put his pen down and said without saying a word: "Go and get the medicine quickly and don't delay."

Looking back, my father Ye Jing was already asleep.

Ye Chunqiu tucked his quilt, moved a stool and sat under the couch. Seeing his sleeping father still blushed, Ye Chunqiu sat wither for a long time, Ye San rushed back, so the master and servant went to the kitchen to raise the stove to decoct medicine. When the hot medicine came out of the stove, the two of them called Ye Jing up and fed him. Then Ye Chunqiu got up and told Ye San: "You are here to take care of him. San'er, thanks to you these days, I will accept your affection, but now I want to go out, you have to stay in a row, don't you relax, do you know?"

Ye San nodded in a slight sense of understanding, and he was busy.

Ye Chunqiu held an oil umbrella and walked out. The Ye family in the rain had a bit of mud smell, which was funny. Although he lived here for some time, he was very unfamiliar with the other places except for his own courtyard, and the other places.

After walking a few steps, someone happened to come towards him. Through the rain, Ye Chunqiu saw that the person who came was also holding an oil umbrella and his boots were covered in mud. However, Ye Chunqiu was very familiar with this person, Ye Song, his second uncle.

Ye Song was wearing a newly sewn silk autumn clothes, looking particularly energetic. When he saw Ye Chunqiu, he stopped and greeted him: "Chunqiu is back? Why didn't you see you go to the second room to sit? Your eldest father is also looking forward to your return."

He smiled, still the same attitude as the headmaster.

Ye Chunqiu pursed his lips, held the oil umbrella and barely bowed: "I just came back. I heard that my father was sick, so I went to check on him first. Where are the second uncle going?"

Ye Song smiled, his eyes fell on the Lun Scarf above Ye Chunqiu's head, and there was an unconcealed jealousy deep in his eyes. He still squeezed out a smile: "Oh, I have seen my eldest brother's illness, it's not a problem, it's just a cold. The next day is Mid-Autumn Festival. Your eldest father values ​​such a day the most. He must ask the legitimate men to worship his ancestors. In addition, the relatives of the Ye family and tribes will also come to gather together. This is a big deal. Although it rains, I have to take care of it."

At this time, the water under his feet became a slump, which wet his boots. He wanted to move his feet. When the oil umbrella fell, the rain wet the hem of his new clothes. Ye Songtruh looked annoyed and walked to the eaves ahead to hide from the rain. He said impatiently: "I am going to go and do not walk around on rainy days."

He stumbled and passed Ye Chunqiu with his umbrella, and Ye Chunqiu suddenly said, "Second Uncle."

"Ah..." Ye Song stopped and looked back. He couldn't help but slipped and splashed with mud. He was a little angry. The new clothes were made of Songjiang silk and were expensive. He had worn them for a day. He was originally pointing to the Mid-Autumn Festival next day to meet guests, but he expected that it would be dirty.

When he looked at Ye Chunqiu with an angry look on his face, he saw this nephew looking at him with a smile and exclaimed: "The second uncle's new clothes are very beautiful."

"Oh." Ye Songxu responded with a cold expression.

After Ye Chunqiu said that, he had left with an umbrella.

He didn't care about the puddles under his feet. Unlike Ye Chunqiu, Ye Chunqiu had no new clothes or boots, and it would become dirty if he was dirty. Oh, now his father is sick, and it seems that he has to wash himself if he is dirty. Ye Chunqiu shook his head and made himself laugh with his child-like petty care.

Ye Song held an umbrella and watched the nephew go further and further away, disappearing into the rain. When he finally disappeared, he narrowed his eyes and a cold color flashed through his eyes. He couldn't help but scold, Humph, is it great to be a scholar? My son will also have high school in the future, haha... This kid doesn't take himself seriously, but so what? The concubine's son is the concubine's son. As long as you have a surname Ye for a day, you will not be able to be arrogant.

He then began to regret his new clothes. This silk is the best material. Songjiang silk is famous all over the world. He asked someone to buy it. Now it's better...

Suddenly, Ye Song suddenly thought of something, something was wrong. The direction Ye Chunqiu went was not the old lady's house. His father was sick and didn't serve him well at home. Could it be that he would be wandering around? If he said he was going to meet the old lady, he would have said that he would be willing to be good at it, this is expected, but isn't there the direction of the third room?

Ye Song felt thoughtful.
Chapter completed!