Chapter 203

The wind suddenly became stronger, rolling up the floating snow on the ground and mixing it with the snowflakes falling in the air, just like a spray, covering the sight.

Su Fu Suo put up his umbrella and stood alone on the hill.

In the wind and snow, you can see Xiao Song in the distance. He is commanding his subordinates to search for something in an orderly way.

Just then, when Xiao Song put his cloak on ran Yan, he clearly felt that he was both happy and sad, even though his mood had not fluctuated a lot,.

Happy what? What are you sad about? SUV didn't know that.

Ran Yan occupies a special position in his heart. She is so similar to him in some ways and is the only one he can trust.

Perhaps, is happy for her, and finally waited for a good home, and do not have to wander in the world like him alone, and sad, her destination has nothing to do with him.

Sufu's ears moved. He heard the sound of footsteps in the wind and snow. He quickly approached him. He turned to have a look, then stood still and waited.

"Dr. Su Taiyi, your highness, please come to the private garden for discussion." The visitor stood at the foot of the hill.

The strong wind broke his voice, but Sufu could easily distinguish the meaning of his words. He nodded slightly and came down from the hill. The cold voice and the wind and snow were integrated into one, "leading the way."

The man responded respectfully and trotted to lead the way.

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Ran Yunsheng's carriage had just stopped in front of the inner entrance road. Afraid of being caught by his mother, ran Yunsheng smeared oil on the soles of his feet, jumped out of the carriage and ran back to his courtyard.

Returning to heyaju, she took a hot bath. Xing Niang lit several braziers in her bedroom, and ran Yan's nest was relieved on the couch. On the whole, she was in a good mood today. Although things went against her wishes at the beginning, she finally got to know a lot of people. Even though the status of those ladies was not too high, some contacts were better than none.

What's more, today's snowball fight is really hearty.

"Lady, this is also settled down, Xiaoman girl..." Xing Niang thought ran Yan had forgotten, so she said something to remind her.

Ran Yan touched a recent medical book from the edge of the couch, opened to a page with a note, and asked, "what has she been doing recently?"

"Sweeping in the yard." Xing Niang suddenly understood that ran Yan was testing Xiaoman. After thinking about it, she said, "she has never left the yard, but I don't know what happened on the way Was it also for the purpose of testing that she had deliberately let her go with eighteen niangs

Ran Yan nodded. "I asked her to serve the master, and I asked her to pay attention to her every move. Tomorrow when I send Huan Kong to Qingyin temple, I will visit her."

Xing Niang nodded with approval, then hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "madam, that cloak belongs to Mr. Xiao."

"Well." Ran Yan answered, and immediately remembered that he had told the late green not to say this, so he asked, "how do you know?"

Mrs. Xing sighed and opened her cloak to reveal the embroidery pattern on her collar. "This kind of flower pattern with a diameter of one inch can only be used by imperial officials from grade four to grade seven."

Ran Yan nodded and continued to read medical books.

Seeing that she didn't like it, Xing Niang could not help saying, "my wife doesn't want to marry Mr. sang. The old slave will never persuade her to speak a word for the sake of fame and wealth. But I want to persuade my wife not to be affectionate to servant Xiao. In case the lady has a good or bad fate, how can I tell my wife under the nine springs?"

With these words, Xing Niang's eyes already had tears in her eyes. Before she died, her wife took her hand and only had time to say a word of "ah Yan" and then she swallowed. The lady had no nostalgia for Ran's family, but could not rest assured of her only daughter.

"Xing Niang, why don't you find out some other day, who is good at judging fate? Help me to have a look." Ran Yan knew that it would not make sense to reason with Xing Niang. Empress Xing believed in ghosts and gods. In this case, she could only start from here. "Everyone has his destiny. If I am destined to marry Xiao Song and be killed by him in my life, there is nothing I can do."

"Pooh, Pooh, Pooh!" Xing Niang looked at ran Yan angrily and said, "you can't talk nonsense. There are gods on your head. Don't talk nonsense."

Ran Yan changes the topic with a smile and asks Xing Niang to say hello to the housekeeper. Tomorrow, she will borrow the kitchen and cook some dishes for her master.

After Xing Niang left, ran Yan began to wonder whether she really wanted to find a way to win over Wu Zetian. Since ancient times, she had been accompanying her husband like a tiger. If she had stood in the camp from now on and participated in everything, she would have ended up in a dead dog's cooking.

Moreover, Wu Zetian's most difficult time was from the last year of Zhenguan to the second year of Yonghui. It's still more than ten years since the reign of Zhenguan. Is it too early to turn to her now? It is better to find a way to attract Li Shimin's attention. There is still a lot to be done in the past ten years.

After thinking about these things, ran Yan has a general direction in his mind. He plans to go to Liu Qingsong the day after tomorrow to discuss a specific plan.

In the morning of the next day, the sound of Xiao drum just rang out, and ran Yan collapsed.

After finishing the toilet, he went to the kitchen.

The cooks have already started to prepare breakfast. The kitchen of Ran's house is very large. Because they had already said hello last night, there is a special stove for ran Yan.Ran Yan cleans his hands in the basin and begins to cut vegetables skillfully.

Her knife, then attracted the attention of the woman in charge, but because ran Yan a stranger not close, she did not dare to disturb.

Until the aroma of Dongpo meat in the pot overflows, the whole kitchen is filled with the smell of fragrant but not greasy. The cooks stretch out their heads and look around one after another, and the steward can't help but get close to each other. "The lady is really virtuous. I'm afraid the cooking skill is that even the imperial chef in the palace is willing to bow down to the wind!"

Ran Yan took time to look at the steward's wife, and the first impression was "fat". The figure was that three ran Yan were tied together, which could not be equal to her. Because of obesity, her facial features were not very obvious, especially a pair of eyes were directly piled into two slits by meat, but the skin was very good. When she laughed, her cheeks had deep dimples, which was very pleasing.

"I'll send you a copy of the prescription later." Ran Yan finished, and he felt that he was too direct?

The woman in charge didn't care. She was overjoyed and couldn't close her mouth with a smile. "The lady is really cheerful. These wonderful crafts don't hide their secrets. The maid is called Futuan. If she wants to use the kitchen in the future, she just needs to say it to the maid. She doesn't have to go through the housekeeper."

"Thank you." Ran Yan felt that the name of "Futuan" was in line with her, so she gave her a smile to show her friendship.

Fu Tuan opened his eyes and said, "the lady is a real beauty. I was in Chang'an since I was a child. I have seen many women from big families. It's the first time I've seen such a delicate woman!"

Ran Fu can't guess her psychology. Just like later generations, people call "beauty" everywhere and ask for directions in the street. If you happen to meet a young woman, you have to say "where, where and how to get there". People are willing to answer. This is just a kind of polite way. When you say this, you don't really think so.

The fortune group soon praised ran Yan that there was no such thing in the sky and it was hard to find it on the earth. It was as if Lang Jun of Quan Chang'an could not marry her, he would regret all his life.

Ran an can only ask a few questions about her from time to time.

Ran Yan made Wu Xiu and his favorite Dongpo meat, a ginseng chicken soup, a sauced tripe, and a few fried dishes. In addition, ran Pingyu and Roche cooked a pot of ginger pork porridge.

Ginger is better than ginseng soup in the morning. Eating ginger in the morning of winter is a good way to keep healthy. Living in other people's home, ran Yan always felt a bit sad. Ran Pingyu and Roche did not lack money. She could only show her gratitude in small things.

Everything is ready, ran Yan gets on the carriage in the inner door.

When the carriage drove out of the gate, it was about to turn around at the door and head south, but it was blocked by a carriage that had just stopped at the gate of Ran's mansion.

"Don't worry, wait for me to get off." Outside came the voice of a flustered man.

Ran Yan raised her eyebrows slightly and lifted the curtain. She saw that thin figure was going to knock on the door of Ran's house. She called out, "Liu Qingsong?"

Liu Qingsong suddenly turned around and saw ran Yan. He said happily, "I'm just looking for you!"

"Let's get in the car." Ran Yan said.

Liu Qingsong quickly boarded ran Yan's carriage.

Ran Yan ordered the coachman to continue to the south of the city. Liu Qingsong was full of excitement and said, "will you treat asthma?"

Ran Yan is silent for a moment. In Liu Qingsong's hopeful eyes, he slowly shakes his head and says, "it's impossible to cure it, but I know the body performance after the death of asthma."

"I lost to you! I want to know what this does! " Liu Qingsong looked like a ball that let out his breath. He sighed bitterly, "yesterday I heard Jiulang say that the little princess of Jinyang was ill. His majesty had planned to go to huaizhou today and his journey was cancelled. Now he's in a hurry! I heard Jiulang say that the symptoms are very similar to asthma, and the empress of changsun is dying of asthma. It must be inherited! "

Liu Qingsong looks at ran Yan with a kind of "you know" eyes.

"Don't look at me like that. If you look at me again, I can't cure asthma immediately." Ran Yan doesn't really know how to cure asthma. She also knows the pathogenesis, treatment and recuperation of asthma. However, it is useless to treat asthma on paper. It needs rich clinical experience to be able to call it "Huizhi"!

Ran Yan knows that this Jinyang princess, her nickname is Xizi, is Li Shimin's favorite princess. Since the death of the eldest grandson, Li Shimin has brought her and Li Zhi together to raise her in person. It is said that she will hold her on her lap even when she criticizes her son.

She is clever and clever. When she is a little older, she will observe her words and make people happy. Seeing his father's anger, he would judge the situation and say a few good words for the people to be trained, and slowly eliminate Taizong's anger.

There were many people in the civil and military circles of the Manchu Dynasty who had received the favor of the little princess, so they all gave her away from her treasure and loved it very much.

It can be said that if you can get the right of Jinyang princess, you can get twice the result with half the effort.

Ran Yan Mou son flash out unprecedented brilliance, ponder way, "this, also can be."

She believes that everything depends on people. Princess Jinyang died in the 18th year of Zhenguan, and there are still seven years to go. If she specializes in asthma during this period, she can find patients in the market for treatment and accumulate experience, so as to achieve success in time. What's more, compared with ancient doctors, she has the advantage of knowing more about the disease and many medicines and nursing methods they haven't yet known. (to be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to start（ qidian.com ）Your support is my biggest motivation to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. )www.novelhall.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!