When Wang Hua would call people to invite him every day, Ye Chunqiu felt very annoyed. But now that he had no news about Mr. Wang, he felt that he had lost something in his life.

Fortunately, on the afternoon of that day, a slave from the Wang family came and said, "My master asked Mr. Ye to go to the mansion tonight to attend the banquet."

Invite guests to dinner?

Ye Chunqiu responded very happily. The food learned from the Imperial College was fine, but I haven’t changed my taste for a long time, so I couldn’t help but look forward to it.

So I changed my clothes and wanted to accompany the knife, but I thought it was ridiculous to bring the knife to eat, so I had to hide it carefully and wear a Lun towel to go out.

When he arrived at the Wang family with a familiarity, Ye Chunqiu wanted to be pretentious, so he sent his famous post and waited for Mr. Wang to invite him in, but the doorman had known him for a long time and said with a smile: "Mr. Ye, the banquet is about to begin. Mr. Ye should go in quickly, my master has been waiting for a long time."

Ye Chunqiu looked at the dozen cars and sedans in front of the mansion. He knew that there were many people coming today, so he was not polite. He arrived at the main hall with familiarity. Some guests were already greetings. The voices could be heard outside. There were outsiders present, but Ye Chunqiu did not dare to be rude and asked someone to inform him first before leaving to get in the seat.

When he entered the hall, he saw several guests already there. In fact, one was Huang Xin, who was an old acquaintance. Now Huang Xin has obviously become Wang Hua’s guest. Ye Chunqiu even heard some rumors, as if Uncle Huang Shi had hope of a high rise.

In addition to Huang Xin, there were a few people who looked at each other, but these people looked at themselves. In this lobby, everyone sat in separate cases and knelt on the case. After the slaves brought fruits and vegetables and served tea.

There is no wine and meat...

Ye Chunqiu couldn't help but feel hope, but he still looked down and walked into the hall and saluted Wang Hua: "Students have met the adults."

Wang Hua sat in the first place, stroked his beard and smiled, and said, "Oh, Ye Chunqiu is here. I have been here for a long time. Today is a party banquet. These are all fellow villagers from Zhejiang. I won't introduce you. This..." He pointed to an old man who got off the seat. This old man was extremely ugly in life, but he was also looking at Ye Chunqiu with a faint expression. Wang Hua said, "This is Mr. Lu Ming, a famous Mr. Lu Ming, a famous scholar in Zhejiang. I believe you have heard of it a little. He came to Nanjing last month and wanted to meet you."

Mr. Lu Ming...

Ye Chunqiu sounded familiar, but in his impression, Mr. Lu Ming should have a fairy-like appearance. When I saw him today, I never expected that he would be so ugly. Well, he shouldn't judge people by his appearance.

Although Wang Hua said that Mr. Lu Ming had long wanted to see him, Ye Chunqiu looked plain and knew that this was just Wang Hua's polite words, and he might not think that he, the young man, was taking it seriously.

Ye Chunqiu still bowed and said, "Sir, the student is well-known for a long time. Fortunately, when I see you, the student should ask for more benefits."

Mr. Lu Ming was just the head of the jaw: "Oh, at a young age, he is very good at medical skills, and it is said that he also makes a good knife, and the younger generation is terrifying."

Ye Chunqiu pursed his lips. Mr. Lu Ming seemed not very friendly to him. He only mentioned his medical skills and sword skills. The most important thing for scholars in this era is to carry out careers and articles. No matter how good medical skills and sword skills are, they are just something to add to the cake for scholars. Ye Chunqiu is Jieyuan, Zhejiang, so how can ordinary people easily ignore it?

This was obviously done intentionally, deliberately neglecting Ye Chunqiu's identity as Jie Yuan. Ye Chunqiu did not get angry with him, but said modestly: "It's all wrong ways, not worth mentioning, sir, be polite."

Then we met other people, and everyone could feel Mr. Lu Ming’s unfriendliness to Ye Chunqiu. Seeing Ye Chunqiu’s answers appropriately, we felt that this kid was a bit unique and quite friendly.

All of them here are Zhejiang people. Either they are officials, famous scholars and scholars, or people who have been in the limelight recently, they can't help but be kind when they hear the local accent. Ye Chunqiu saluted everyone and sat down with Huang Xin. Huang Xin seemed to be "generation" here. It is probably the first time he has participated in such a high-end fellow country association, so he is not good to say hello to Ye Chunqiu. His eyes are intertwined, and he smiles at him, and then he kneels down meticulously without saying a word.

Then he started chatting. Wang Hua rarely participated in the guests' discussions. Instead, he was more like an organizer, but he only drank tea or smiled occasionally, encouraging the guests' conversations.

Ye Chunqiu was young, of course, but Mr. Lu Ming was shining. God did not give him a good look, but he did give him a lot of talent. Even Ye Chunqiu couldn't help but admire his "high theory" when he made. Ye Chunqiu was fascinated by his words about running scripts from the Wei and Jin Dynasties, and couldn't help laughing. Mr. Lu Ming stroked his beard, looked around, and took a sip of tea, and his eyes fell on Ye Chunqiu: "Chunqiu, I have heard that you have great medical skills. Oh, there is a female doctor hall in Ningbo, which is said to be your work?"

When he said this, others looked at each other.

In this sentence, there was a bit of a gun stick, and even Wang Hua couldn't help but frown.

In this era, the reputation of scholars is very important. As long as everyone knows about the female doctor hall, they will know it. They will not despise each other and have their own karma. Especially since everyone is a fellow villager, it is too late to cover up for their fellow villager, so how can they reveal it directly like this?

Originally, the matter of a clinic was not a scandal. Scholars and medical skills have never been separated. Although scholars may not both practice medicine, those who practice medicine must be scholars. If they don’t even know big words, how can they understand medical books and learn medical principles?

Just asking this question seems embarrassing.

Ye Chunqiu was secretly alert. If he had a bad answer, he might have to spread it. Although it would not ruin his reputation, it would be used as a topic of conversation and laughed at by others.

What's more... it's gynecology.

Ye Chunqiu was very sure. If he was a little more panicked or his behavior was not very natural, it would inevitably lead to imagination. So Ye Chunqiu stood up and bowed to Mr. Lu Ming again: "That is, Ningbo's female doctor hall is indeed run by the students' uncles, and students occasionally help. Naturally, the most important thing is to talk about the miracle doctors there to maintain it."

Mr. Lu Ming was very busy and found out the loopholes in Ye Chunqiu: "So, although it is your uncle who runs it and is talking about female doctors, it is still unrelated to you?"
Chapter completed!