It was Cheng Yang who came, dressed in black and with black hair tied high.
He walked into the hall, nodded to Zuo Yu and said with a smile: "Mr. Tinglin, I have long admired your name."
Zuo Yu responded politely, "General Cheng."
While they were talking, Qing Lingyi looked at Cheng Yang's face and felt that he was weaker than before, but much better than yesterday.
Very strange.
The three children arrived. As the eldest brother, Cheng Jun led his younger siblings to Zuo Yu and saluted Zuo Yu: "Meet Mr. Tinglin."
Zuo Yu's eyes were filled with scrutiny.
Qing Lingyi was looking at them when he suddenly felt his fingers being pinched.
She turned her head, and Cheng Yang stood beside her, with a normal expression on his face, but his sleeves were close to hers, secretly holding her hand.
Qing Lingyi still regrets what happened last night and wants to take her hand back.
"Don't be angry with me, okay." Cheng Yang said softly.
"I'm not angry." Qing Lingyi opened her eyes and told lies.
Cheng Yang held her hand generously and raised the corners of his lips, "I knew you were so generous."
Qing Lingyi was speechless for a long time.
"I know that all three of you want to become my disciple, but I have not accepted a disciple for decades, so I am very cautious about this." Zuo Yu looked solemn.
"Sir, you are so talented. It's natural," Cheng Jun said. "It's just that the three of us, brother and sister, are sincerely studying, and we hope that you can give us some advice."
Zuo Yu said: "If you want to understand the truth clearly, you need to study hard for many years. If you complain and give up halfway, as my disciples, you will inevitably ruin my reputation. Therefore."
He paused and said, "I must test you first."
"Test?" the three of them said in unison.
"Exactly. It will last for thirty days and it will be very hard."
Zuo Yu slowly and leisurely, his eyes wandered over, especially staying on Cheng Anle's face for a long time, "I will not be lenient just because I am young and a little girl."
These words aroused Cheng Anle's stubborn fighting spirit. He raised his head and said, "I'm not afraid of tests."
Cheng Jun and Cheng Zheng also joined in, "I'm not afraid of tests either."
Zuo Yu said with a smile: "That's good. Starting from tomorrow, I will stay at the general's residence. You will get up at 10 o'clock every day and follow my arrangements."
At Yinshi, the chickens haven't even risen yet.
The three children didn't even think about it and agreed.
Zuo Yu was quite satisfied with this.
It's not that he didn't want to accept disciples over the years. What scholar doesn't want to pass on his legacy?
It's just that unlike ordinary literacy, he has higher requirements for his disciples. He hopes that his disciples will "set up their minds for the world, establish their lives for the people, inherit their unique knowledge for the saints, and create peace for all generations." This is by no means an easy task.
A child of the royal family is not suitable.
Children of powerful people are also not suitable.
Originally, he fell in love with Qing Lingyi, who was an excellent prospect.
But when she was a child, she was willing to learn riding and shooting, medicine, and even cooking, but she had no interest in learning.
Later, her situation was no longer suitable for her to inherit this.
God knows how sorry Zuo Yu was.
Having a family of three children looks good, but I don’t know what the future will be like?
Seeing that they had agreed, Qing Lingyi seized the opportunity to break free from Cheng Yang's hand and said, "Uncle Zuo, go to Yanshan Residence for lunch. I'll cook."
Zuo Yu turned his head and said, "Okay."
He was just waiting for this bite.
Qing ordered Yi to cook, but Cheng Yang also came in.
"I'm here to help."
"No," Qing Lingyi said without turning her head, "I'll make it today so you can have a taste."
Cheng Yang was silent for a moment and said slowly: "Yeah, actually, I can taste the things I make myself."
Qing Lingyi was stunned.
"So let me help you." Cheng Yang took the kitchen knife from her hand.
Qing Lingyi was standing by, watching him move the sword smoothly, and suddenly asked: "Where were you this morning?"
"Going out to take care of some things."
"Has everything been taken care of?"
"It's still a little short, but it won't be long."
Qing Lingyi wants to ask again.
Cheng Yang said: "Yeah, go get me a plate."
Qing Lingyi paused, and after taking the empty plate to him, he no longer remembered what he wanted to ask.
In the afternoon of that day, Song Suiwen came to the general's mansion again.
Still giving acupuncture, and still asking Qing Lingyi to cook medicine with Fuhui fruit.
This time Qing Lingyi was cautious and left the errand to Biwei. She sneaked back and crouched to hear their conversation outside the main house door.
"Compared to yesterday, the general's health is much better. From this point of view, General Cheng only needs to apply acupuncture for seven days and take Fuhui fruit decoction, and the evil poison in the body can be eliminated." Song Suiwen voice.
Then Cheng Yang sneered, "It's just vicious."
"If Ling Yi finds out, he will feel a lot more relieved."
"Don't tell her."
Song Suiwen didn't understand its meaning: "Why?"
Cheng Yang said lazily: "You don't understand, this is the fun between husband and wife."
Qing Lingyi outside the door breathed a sigh of relief quietly.
She tiptoed and turned back again.
Main interior.
Cheng Yang was on the couch, turning his head slightly and looking in the direction of the door.
Song Suiwen also looked over and lowered his voice, "Why lie to her like this."
Cheng Yang's lips were bloodless, and he finally couldn't hold back a cough and said, "She's too smart. Otherwise, she wouldn't be relieved."
"But she will eventually discover the truth. Fu Hui Guo suppresses the toxins in your body, but it cannot make you recover."
"How long can it take?" Cheng Yang said. "Besides, I have to trouble Divine Doctor Song to use acupuncture to hide my morbid condition."
After a pause, he added: "She still has a pulse, so she should act normal. She knows medical skills."
Song Suiwen sighed.
That day, Qing Lingyi watched with her own eyes as Cheng Yang's complexion improved even more after drinking the concoction.
Bi Wei whispered to Qing Lingyi: "It seems that the general is really getting better this time."
Qing Lingyi remained silent.
At night, she slept with Cheng Yang in the same bed.
Cheng Yang held her gently in his arms, and his warm breath fell on her ears, "Yeah, actually, I'm still very weak. I always feel that I'm not good."
Qing Lingyi nodded in agreement, "I also think you must be in trouble."
Cheng Yang kissed her cheek and said in a hazy voice, "Yeah, yeah, I love you so much. I can't live without you."
Qing Lingyi only thought it was a disgusting love talk.
But after saying this, Cheng Yang was silent for a long time. She turned around strangely and saw that Cheng Yang had closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Why did you fall asleep so quickly?
She frowned, stared at him for a moment, and felt his pulse.
This pulse condition is normal.
Maybe you are too tired today?
Thinking of this, Qing Lingyi let go of his hand, took the initiative to wrap her arms around his waist, pressed against his chest, and closed her eyes.
Cheng Yang's health is getting better day by day.
But he was also busy. When she woke up in the morning, Cheng Yang was not beside her. He gave her regular injections and medicine every day, but he always came back at night.
The three children were also busy. Zuo Yu's test was really serious and they couldn't afford to neglect it at all.
Qing Lingyi and Biwei took this opportunity to prepare for leaving the general's mansion.
The two of them planned to set off the next day when the evil poison was completely eliminated from Cheng Yang's body.
The last day of detoxification.
Qing Lingyi personally sent Song Suiwen out, expressing his gratitude all the way.
Song Suiwen responded one after another, seemingly absent-mindedly.
Qing Lingyi looked sideways: "Brother, what's wrong? Is there something wrong?"
