Bâtir une dynastie de chansons harmonieuse

Chapitre 54

YYD thinks typhoid fever is too mild. What if he makes himself more severely ill before he can make a miraculous recovery? Wouldn't that be a living hell?

Seeing her like this, Qiu Bailu's eyes gleamed with a hint of smugness.

Li You stood still, looking quite pleased: "The illness will only decrease with treatment. How dare I compare a great doctor to those quacks? I am completely at ease."

Qiu Bailu's face darkened again, but the next moment, he did something neither of them expected.

“There is no ink or brush here,” he said with a faint smile, looking at Li You. “You know I never repeat myself, so remember that.”

Then, he began to recite the entire prescription fluently and eloquently.

Li You stared wide-eyed.

Presumably feeling that she had finally angered him, Qiu Bailu said leisurely, "Go and get the medicine yourself."

Li You remained motionless.

He asked, knowing the answer already, "What are you still doing here?"

"I'll find a way to get you to read it again."

“I’ve already forgotten,” Qiu Bailu glanced at him, then squatted down again to tend to his flowers. “I always forget my prescriptions as soon as I’ve written them, so there’s no use trying to find a solution.”

Half a day.

Li You sighed: "I didn't expect the great doctor to be so smart. This is really not a good thing."

"As expected, it wasn't a good thing. Brother Li has finally been brought under control this time." A gentle, smiling voice said.

Li You smiled wryly: "I have hated memorizing articles since I was a child, but he has been muttering such a long passage. Brother Nangong, do you have any way to get him to prescribe another one? I will go find some pen and ink."

Nangong Xue suppressed a laugh: "You've always had the most ways to deal with him. If even you don't have them, how could I?"

Li You stared blankly, speechless.

Yang Nianqing found it amusing: "Forget it, it's not a serious illness, just get some medicine."

Nangong Xue coughed with a smile, turned to the side with her hands behind her back, and said casually, "I happen to have an ancestral remedy for typhoid fever. I wonder if Brother Li would dare to use it?"

Before Li You could agree, Yang Nianqing immediately nodded: "Yes, yes, yes. Actually, I feel more at ease using yours than Brother Qiu's. A minor case of typhoid fever doesn't need a great doctor's treatment; it would be a waste."

Room.

While rubbing her stuffy nose, Yang Nianqing ground ink and found it very amusing: "You guys are always bickering, it's so funny."

Nangong Xue said in a serious tone, "I am about to read it. Brother Li, please read it carefully."

Li You picked up his pen and smiled, saying, "I'm all ears."

Nangong Xue indeed began to read aloud.

Why does that sound so familiar?

While Yang Nianqing was wondering, Li You's pen flew across the paper. His calligraphy, like the man himself, was vigorous and unrestrained, exuding a bright and elegant style that was refreshing and uplifting.

Nangong Xue exclaimed, "Beautiful calligraphy!"

But after writing only a few lines, Li You suddenly stopped, stared at him without saying a word.

Nangong Xue smiled and said, "Why aren't you writing anymore?"

Yang Nianqing was also confused and nudged him, asking, "What's wrong with you?"

Li You looked at Nangong Xue for a long time before finally sighing, "I truly admire Brother Nangong's talent. If I had known this earlier, I should have asked you to memorize the essays for me back in the academy."

Nangong Xue only smiled and remained silent.

Yang Nianqing asked, puzzled, "What's going on?"

Li You shook his head: "Haven't you realized that this prescription is the one Old Qiu just read aloud?"

Good heavens! That prescription was incredibly long!

Yang Nianqing was dumbfounded, and it took her a long time to come back to her senses. She grabbed Nangong Xue's arm and her eyes lit up: "Brother Nangong, you... you have a photographic memory, no, you have a memory that you hear! You're amazing!"

Seeing her like this, Nangong Xue didn't mind at all and smiled as she let her do whatever she wanted for a while.

Yang Nianqing was still incredibly excited—goodness, if this photographic memory were in modern times, what else could it be but genius! Exams would be a piece of cake!

"Genius, what is a genius?!" She patted Nangong Xue's shoulder, her face full of admiration. "And Brother Nangong, you're so handsome, a genius and handsome guy. If you came to our side, you would definitely seduce a lot of people!"

Nangong Xue smiled.

Li You sighed, "Is that so?"

"Of course!" Yang Nianqing gave him a token glare, then suddenly remembered something and leaned closer to Nangong Xue. "I'm telling you, there's a beautiful woman right in front of you who's completely captivated by you, aren't you going to seize the opportunity?"

Nangong Xue was stunned.

Li You was also stunned.

"Big brother, haven't you noticed yet?" Yang Nianqing coughed twice and said mysteriously with a smile, "That cute little Tang girl seems to admire you a lot."

Nangong Xue then shook her head, her expression returning to its gentle tone.

Li You murmured, "You've startled me with what you've said. Luckily it's Miss Tang, not Miss Yang, otherwise Brother Nangong would really be in trouble."

Yang Nianqing immediately became furious.

"What's wrong with me?" She grabbed Nangong Xue and said, "Brother Nangong, tell me, if I, Yang Nianqing, like you, wouldn't you feel unlucky?"

Nangong Xue was stunned again.

Li You shook his head: "I really don't understand. How could a girl ask such a question?"

"So what if I ask? The truth is the truth," she winked at Nangong Xue furtively, a hint of threat in her eyes. "Tell me, is marrying me really that unlucky?"

Big brother, how dare you not give me face? Bullying the weak and fearing the strong is Yang Nianqing's forte.

Nangong Xue snapped out of his daze and understood her implication. A look of helplessness and amusement immediately appeared on his handsome face. He probably had never answered such a difficult question before.

Li You picked up his pen again and sighed, "Poor thing, it's better not to trouble Brother Nangong. Miss Yang has been rubbing her nose for so long, but she's still not in a hurry to get treatment?"

I'm going to stand my ground with you today! Yang Nianqing glared at her: "I'm not in a hurry!"

finally--

Nangong Xue glanced at Li You, then looked at her, and smiled, "You're very good."

"Did you hear that?" Yang Nianqing sneered. "The handsome guy said I'm great!"

Li You suppressed a laugh and nodded in agreement: "You are indeed very good, but you are a little timid, a little loud, a little short-sighted, and a little short-tempered."

Yang Nianqing rolled her eyes at him again, then looked gratefully at Nangong Xue and asked gossipily, "Brother Nangong, what do you think of Miss Tang?"

Nangong Xue shook her head and smiled, "Write the prescription first."

He doesn't like her? Yang Nianqing didn't dare ask further, and her mind started racing again: Could it be that he thinks Tang Kesi isn't pretty enough? Or does he dislike younger women, feeling the age difference is too great? Or perhaps he prefers the gentle type?

Let the suspicions come even stronger!

Whoever has the highest popularity, they want to torment them. Isn't that twisted?

Volume Three: A Hero's "Rescue" of a Beauty

The miraculous doctor's prescription was undeniably effective. After only two doses, Yang Nianqing felt much better by dinner time. Not only was her dizziness lessened, but her nose was no longer bothering her. Having a miraculous doctor is truly wonderful! She almost wanted to advertise it; someone as talented as Qiu Bailu would definitely be a master of traditional Chinese medicine in modern times.

Thinking about the dream she hadn't told him about last night, she decided to go find Li You. If she told He Bi about her dream, not only would it lack atmosphere, but he might also think she was crazy.

To her surprise, Li You wasn't in the room. Seeing that there were still many servants coming and going around, Yang Nianqing wasn't too afraid and simply followed the corridor path to look for him.

"He's always causing trouble when there's nothing wrong, but when we need him for something important, he's nowhere to be found," she muttered to herself as she looked at the sky. "Where has this playboy gone?"

At this very moment—

A voice suddenly came from the neighboring courtyard.

"You'er, you... this is outrageous!" The woman's voice, though sounding angry, still retained an innate gentleness.

Yang Nianqing was secretly surprised. You'er? Then isn't this woman Madam Ye? Are the mother and son arguing?

She immediately stopped in her tracks.

Sure enough, a somewhat familiar, lazy voice drifted out from the crack in the door again: "What lesson does Mother have to teach me? I'm all ears."

This Tang Keyou is really going too far. It's one thing to be rude to others, but does she not even respect her own mother? Yang Nianqing moved to the door and quietly peeked inside.

It was indeed Madam Ye and Tang Keyou.

Fortunately, there were many servants coming and going not far away, and the noise of their footsteps made Madam Ye and the others inside not very vigilant, so they did not notice that someone was eavesdropping outside the courtyard gate.

There were not just the two of them, but three people.

A beautiful girl of sixteen or seventeen, dressed in flamboyant attire, clung tightly to Tang Keyou, looking somewhat frightened, holding onto his hand tightly, probably still afraid.

Oh, you're soliciting prostitutes in front of your mom?

Madam Ye had her back to the door, so her expression was obscured, but she seemed to be trembling slightly, suggesting she was also very angry. Yang Nianqing shook her head inwardly; it was no wonder she was heartbroken to have such a good-for-nothing son.

But then that strange sense of familiarity resurfaced...

Tang Keyou raised an eyebrow, his handsome face still showing that lazy expression: "If Mother has nothing else to say, then I will go in first."

After saying that, he put his arm around the woman and started to walk towards the room.

"Stop!" he shouted.

Upon hearing this, Tang Keyou obediently stopped, but her tone was very impatient: "What is it now, Mother?"

Madam Ye sighed helplessly.

"I've wanted to talk to you for a while, but you've been impatient," she said, softening her tone slightly. "I've heard you've been going to those places a lot lately. Have you forgotten your father's words of advice?"

"I wouldn't dare."

Hearing this nonchalant tone, Madam Ye finally couldn't hold back any longer: "You'er! How has your father taught you all these years? Such behavior, how... how can you face him!"

Tang Keyou glanced at her: "If Mother has done right, what has her son done wrong?"

Mrs. Ye was stunned.

Tang Keyou smiled nonchalantly at her and changed the subject: "I heard from my sister that He Bi and the others live in the south courtyard?"

He remained silent for a long while.

Madam Ye nodded sadly: "They're here to investigate your father's case, and it's alright with me. But you're all grown up now, and you can't be willful anymore. You need to behave properly so I can feel at ease..."