Chapter 737

Along the way, countless servant girls looked at the people in surprise. If housekeeper Zhang didn't lead the way, they would never believe these people who looked very unreliable. They just exposed the list to treat the old lady.

"Several, please." Housekeeper Zhang said faintly.

The doctors who have treated the old lady in the past three days are 80 out of 100, but no one can cure the old lady. Let alone cure it, even if we can see what disease the old lady has, no one has different opinions. It's just random speculation. Fortunately, the sheriff was patient and only wanted to cure the old lady. He didn't drive out these swindlers.

Housekeeper Zhang glanced at the people behind him, sneered at him, and did not attend the Dali meeting. He went straight to Ci'an hall.

Behind housekeeper Zhang were four people of different ages and different performances.

The man walking in the front was a smoky gray, about in his early 40s. His face was solemn, and his chin had long beard. If he didn't have a gloomy face, he would have a somewhat immortal posture. He walked forward without saying a word, just because he looked the most reliable, otherwise he wouldn't agree to see the old lady.

After all, there are too many people who want to enter the city master's house these days. The first person who wants to enter the city master's house is Zhang Ping, the chief housekeeper of the house. Otherwise, don't even want to enter the city master's house.

Behind the middle-aged man are four young men, three men and one woman.

The 17-8 teenager on the left looks very shy, beautiful, red lipped and white toothed. If he doesn't wear a man's long shirt, he can see a slightly convex Adam's apple. I'm afraid he will be misunderstood as a girl.

He looked reddish and walked with his head down. He didn't dare to look at the people around him.

"Younger martial brother, look, the flowers are so beautiful... Wow, the house is so tall and gorgeous!" The young man who spoke stood on his right, with a silly face, but in his early twenties, as if he had never seen the world, with an exaggerated smile on his face.

"This is the city Lord's residence. It's so beautiful. If only we could live in such a big house..."

"They are all beautifully dressed. What else do you see on that sister?"

The woman behind finally couldn't listen. She patted his hand and pretended to be angry: "erhu, if you talk nonsense again, believe it or not, martial uncle won't bring you here next time. Stay in the Inn and guard your luggage! Otherwise, drive you back to the stockade to feed blood mosquitoes!"

Upon hearing this, the simple and honest young man immediately waved his hand in horror: "no, elder martial sister, I don't want to go back to the stockade, don't go back! I'd rather stay in the inn, just don't go back! It's not easy to come out, I don't want to go back..."

"Well, Ning'er, don't scare erhu. You know what he says and believes."

The young man with a bamboo pole as a crutch stopped the woman and limped along. He was white, gentle and elegant, and looked calm. But it happened that he was lame and walked high and low, which immediately destroyed his temperament.

Chen Hu nodded like a chicken pecking rice: "yes, yes, it's better for the second senior brother. I'll help you go."

The lame youth smiled faintly, "no, I'm fine. Erhu, if you go out, you can say less, read more and speak less, okay?"

After grabbing his head, Chen Hu frowned: "Oh, can't you speak? But I won't speak for a while..." before she finished, the girl slapped him over his mouth and said with a smile: "didn't you listen to the second senior brother? Shut up! Hahahaha, if you talk more, believe it or not, I'll take a steamed bread and shut you up..."

"Hmm ~ ~"

Suddenly, the middle-aged man in front stopped and looked back at the four people.

The four people suddenly fell silent, and the voice suddenly stopped. It seemed as if their heartbeat had accelerated, and they clubbed in place and didn't dare to move.

Glancing one by one, he was silent for a moment. The middle-aged man turned around and left the word "let's go" before continuing to follow the housekeeper Zhang Ping and walk towards Ci'an hall.

After the five people left, a crowd of girls and servants suddenly burst into a pot and chirped: "this is the person who came to see the old lady today? How can it be unreliable at first sight!"

"Yes, yes! Don't you see that fool? He looks like a living treasure. He hasn't seen anything. Flowers and plants are rare. He also said that the place where we live is so beautiful. I think this man is a steamed stuffed bun?"

"That woman is really. It's shameless to go down in public and touch a man's mouth without saying it in public!"

"If I say, the young master in green clothes is still a bit human, but he is actually lame. Hey! He still holds a broken bamboo pole and doesn't even have a decent crutch. It's like..."

"I think that thin faced and shy young man is good. Don't you see his delicate skin and tender meat? I'm afraid he'll be sent to the dark fragrance hall. He'll be a first-class red man in three days, ha ha..."

The servant girls immediately stared at the speaker with disgust: "little six, you are the most disgusting. You run to the dark fragrance hall all day! Get away from us and be careful if madam knows and break your leg!"

"Sister Xiaohong, I just said it for fun. You took it seriously."

The people laughed and pretended to be angry. They flattered and complained. They didn't pay attention to the five people just now. Too many doctors come to the city Lord's residence to treat the old lady. They are the most unreliable of today's group. But the city Lord is filial. Even if he knows that I'm afraid I can't do it, he just wants to delay the old lady for a few more days at all costs.

All the way around, through the cloister garden, along the bluestone road at the foot into the moon gate, and finally a two-story building appeared in front.

Zhang Ping has been listening to the whispers behind him. He sneered, but his face didn't show anything. He stood in the yard and said to the middle-aged man behind him: "Mr. long, my old lady is inside. Please go in and show her."

As soon as the voice fell, the door in front opened, and a servant girl helped a woman in her early thirties out.

The woman was dressed in silk, beads and jade, wearing a gold hairpin. She was quite noble, with a round face, a light frown and an infinite sadness. Just as she was about to go down the steps, she saw Zhang Ping in front of her and the people behind him. She was slightly surprised and said, "housekeeper Zhang, these people..."

Zhang Ping came forward and said respectfully, "madam, these people are here to treat the old lady today."

Mrs. Guan swept the middle-aged man and looked quickly at the remaining four young people. Although there was no hope, she nodded and sighed: "well, it was several doctors. Well, take some doctors in and show the old lady. Just let me know if there is any news."

"Yes, madam." Zhang Pingdao.

She didn't look at the middle-aged man. Mrs. Guan's face was haggard and exhausted. She couldn't support her for three days without sleep. Shook his head and let the servant girl help him leave Ci'an hall.

"Hum, dogs look down on people!" Among them, the woman snorted coldly and was quite dissatisfied. Fortunately, her voice was low and Zhang Ping didn't hear it.

The lame young man next to her looked at her, smiled faintly, shook his head, indicating that she was calm.

The woman tilted her mouth and finally made no more noise.

Zhang Ping made a formal gesture and said faintly, "please, Mr. long."

The middle-aged man was about to come forward. Zhang Ping stared at the four people behind him and said coldly, "Mr. long can go in naturally if he treats the old lady, but you can avoid it! The old lady is seriously ill and can't hear the noise. You can wait in the yard."

"What? You unexpectedly..." the quick talking woman was immediately dissatisfied. Fortunately, the lame man grabbed her and didn't speak out after a series of collusion.

The middle-aged man known as Mr. long is even more uncomfortable. His face is red like a fire. Fortunately, his skin color is black and doesn't show for a while, otherwise he's afraid of being even more embarrassed. Trying to control it, he looked up at Zhang Ping and said, "housekeeper Zhang, I need an apprentice to help me treat the old lady."

"Why is it so troublesome?"

Zhang Ping frowned and finally waved impatiently: "go, go, only one."

Mr. long breathed a sigh of relief, stared at the blushing young man who still bowed his head and said, "Xiao Su, let's go."

"Yes, martial uncle." Mu Xiaosu answered in a quiet voice. She twisted her fingers like a shy girl, looking at Zhang Ping's face.

I'm afraid I'm wasting time again today. Why didn't I see it clearly just now? These people feel more and more unreliable. He actually took them to see the old lady. If you can't cure the old lady, it will be more serious. Is it him who will be unlucky at that time?

On such a thought, Zhang Ping became more and more worried and dared not let the two people out of sight.

When Mr. long entered the room, he suddenly felt that the smell of traditional Chinese medicine in the air did not disperse at all, and there was a strong breath of death. The two servant girls also looked pale and spoke weakly. He was more and more worried. He was afraid that he had come wrong today. Fortunately, he took a look at the boy next to him, still shy and reddish, as if he didn't notice anything, and he was relieved.

On the front bed, the curtain hung down, and a figure could be vaguely seen sleeping in it, as if there was a slight whine, overflowing from his throat. In this dark room, it's like there's something that can't see the light, which makes people feel strange.

Zhang Ping was about to speak and asked him to hurry to treat the old lady. Unexpectedly, he heard a squeak and suddenly a ray of sunshine came in. The room was suddenly bright and bright.

"What are you doing?" The servant girl who waited on one side lost her voice and stared at the boy in front of the window.

"Who told you to open the window?" Zhang Ping rushed over in two steps and clasped the young man's wrist with an angry face. "Seeing the wind, the old lady caught a cold. Can you afford to suffer? It's presumptuous!"

Zhang Ping had long regretted it. He looked angry and was about to ask someone to take the boy down. Unexpectedly, the boy's wrist suddenly became slippery like a loach, and he broke free from his hands.

The young man still blushed and looked at him carefully, but his voice was determined: "if you don't open the window again, I will suffocate. The air doesn't flow, all kinds of filth breed and invade the disease. Within two days, I really can't be saved."