The Bookish Scholar of the Red Mansion

The time has come to the eighth day of September, the Double Ninth Festival is approaching, the autumn wind is getting colder, and the green plants in the garden are beginning to turn yellow.

When he walked out of the Tiren Hall, Chen Heng sat on the stone steps. His mood was a little subtle at this moment. For more than half a month, he exchanged several letters with Daiyu, passing each other's innocent and undisguised words.

Chen Hengcai learned that after Lin Ruhai arrived in Yangzhou, every spring and summer, the palace would send imperial doctors to Yangzhou with medicinal materials to give them and the Pei and Wei families a pulse.

Compare and contrast this person in the palace, and then think about the dilemma I had with Xue Biao thinking about the famous doctor. Chen Heng couldn't help but feel a sense of powerlessness in his heart as he hit the cotton with all his strength.

In this case, when did Sister Lin's brother die in the book? What disease is it because of?

Why didn't I read the book more carefully when I first read it?

Chen Heng shook his head regretfully, stood up, dusted off his body, and walked towards the dormitory with this feeling of embarrassment.

On the way back, Chen Heng, who had an expression of disbelief, met Marquis Xu Jin. The young man was full of thoughts, he just bowed blankly and was about to leave.

stop.

But Xu Jinhou stopped him on the corridor.

Master Xu? Chen Heng turned his head and looked puzzled.

No problem today, you want to pester me to ask? Xu Jinhou was wearing a blue coat with big sleeves and a square crown on his head today. A pair of smiling eyes was looking at his disciple up and down.

Chen Heng smiled awkwardly. In the past half month, he had been running to Master Xu's place whenever he could. He described his brother's illness in Daiyu's letter and made innuendoes in front of Master Xu.

Xu Jinhou saw the young man's spirit in his eyes, and suddenly smiled subtly, It seems that your relative's child has found a famous doctor.

You should forget about it, after all, he is a nationally renowned doctor. Chen Heng scratched his head, then cupped his hands and said, It's causing trouble for Master Xu.

Xu Jinhou looked at the child's appearance and finally sighed: The person you have been asking about is Master Lin's youngest son.

Chen Heng looked stunned and murmured: How did Master Xu know?

From what you said, that child is the root of the disease that fell on the road. His complexion is not good, his face is red, and he often coughs. Xu Jinhou walked to Chen Heng and stood next to him, I was invited by the mountain chief. When I first came to Yangzhou, I’ve already gone to see Mr. Lin’s house.”

Chen Heng was shocked. He never expected that such a thing would happen.

I'm afraid you don't know that Mr. Lin almost became Mr. Pei's son-in-law back then.

Then why didn't Master Xu tell me earlier? Chen Heng was a little discouraged.

Idiot. Xu Jinhou often practices medicine in Yongjia County and has seen too many separations and turmoils in the world. He said seriously at this moment, How can you find peace of mind if I don't let you use up all your strength?

Peace of mind? Chen Heng suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked at Xu Jinhou in disbelief. For a moment, he regretted why his reaction was so sharp.

Doctors don't mince words, and Master Lin also knows it.

Xu Jinhou raised his hand and stroked his mustache.

Hearing this, Chen Heng's heart was shaken and he couldn't help but think of Uncle Lin enjoying himself at the wine table during the Mid-Autumn Festival.

His normalcy, his joy from the bottom of his heart.

This, this, how dare Chen Heng believe it. How can you believe that?

Silly boy. Xu Jinhou put his hand on Chen Heng's shoulder, It's not the words of a doctor or family that can decide matters of life and death. I just want Mr. Lin to be prepared in his mind. In order to avoid unexpected events in the future and make people unprepared.

Chen Heng was in a daze and forgot to answer.

What are your plans later?

I...I don't know.

After Chen Heng finished answering, Xu Jinhou took his hand and said, Follow me, my teacher. Xu Jinhou led him to the corner of the courtyard, where the academy students were painting.

When it comes to Go played by Chen Heng, Master Jin always likes to have a leisurely time, usually leaving a few chess boards behind and letting everyone come and go freely. It’s rare to get together to teach like this.

Xue Biao and Jiang Yuanbai were a little surprised by Chen Heng's sudden appearance. Jiang Yuanbai even winked at him and said hello.

How are your paintings? Xu Jinhou looked at the students in front of him.

Master Xu, how can you draw peach blossoms in September? It's too difficult, too difficult.

I can't draw it, I really can't draw it.

After Xu Jinhou listened to the complaints with a smile, he ordered everyone to hand in the paintings and look at them one by one.

Who handed in this blank scroll? Master Xu pointed at a blank piece of paper.

Master, it's me. A student stood up shamelessly.

Xu Jinhou nodded repeatedly and said with a smile: That's right, that's right. You have a very good understanding and you have achieved nothing.

Everyone burst into laughter, and he motioned for the other person to sit down, then pointed at a crude painting with only branches, Whose is this?

Another student stood up proudly and kept raising his hands to the students around him.

Okay, okay, you only know nothing about the freehand skills. Xu Jinhou sincerely encouraged, and the laughter came again.

Finally, he chose a painting with three peach blossoms and rated it as the best work this time. After indicating that get out of class was over, Xu Jinhou, who was in a good mood, took Chen Heng and walked towards an unknown place.

The complex thoughts in his mind were interrupted repeatedly. Chen Heng's mood calmed down a little. He followed the teacher, watching the other person humming a song, and couldn't help but curious: Master Xu, do you want to teach me something?

There are so many principles to teach in life. Xu Jinhou shook his head and said noncommittally, I just saw that you were in a bad mood, so I took you to have some fun. If you are still not well, my teacher can only take you to eat. Order something delicious.”

Do you know who taught me this method? Xu Jinhou blinked at the student.

Chen Heng shook his head.

Su Dongpo.

Hearing this answer, Chen Heng was stunned for a moment. By coincidence, the two of them came to Master Xu's residence at this time.

Xu Jinhou smiled and led him into his room. While looking for something on the bookshelf, he said to him, Have you read Mr. Dongpo's poems?

Shui Tiao Ge Tou? Nian Nujiao? Chen Heng named a few words.

That's not enough. I still need to read more of Mr. Dongpo's poems. Xu Jinhou brought a book and handed it to Chen Heng. Li Taibai's poems are indeed heroic and joyful, but in this life, the only thing you can't miss is Dongpo. Mr. Poe’s Poems.”

Tao Yuanming and Wang Mojie both built their homes in the mountains and forests. After Li Taibai moved his home to Guanghan Palace, it was beyond the reach of others. Only Su Dongpo kept his home in his heart and traveled around the world.

You, if you still have troubles in your mind in the future, you might as well learn from Mr. Dongpo's open-mindedness. We must remember the true meaning of the saying that people have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes.

Chen Heng nodded silently and took Su Dongpo's poetry collection.

Go, go. Master Xu waved his hand towards him, and finally comforted him, In a few days, I will go to the Lin family for consultation.

Yes. Chen Heng had no choice but to take the poem and return.

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Dad, what are you going to teach me to read today?

In the study, Daiyu walked around Lin Ruhai, looking here and there from time to time. Lin Ruhai had little business today. After dinner, he took his daughter to the study room to take a test on her homework.

Let's continue reading Dongpo's poems today. Lin Ruhai smiled and took down the poetry collection, pulling Daiyu to sit at the desk. The two father and daughter sat facing each other under the pale yellow light.

Lin Daiyu put her chin in her hands and said puzzledly: I have been reading him recently, dad, why not read Yi An Jushi.

Hahaha, because her poems are too bitter. Lin Ruhai opened the book leisurely and patiently explained to her daughter, Dad thinks that only Su Dongpo's poems can be read for a lifetime.

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Daiyu was not the only one who was also reading poetry. It was rare for Chen Heng to have insomnia tonight. He was so anxious that he couldn't lie down. He simply held the Dongpo poetry collection given by Master Xu and sat on the corridor to read while the moon was bright.

But no matter how he looked at it, he didn't understand the meaning Master Xu gave him.

Chen Heng thought quite distressedly: He wants to save people. If you give me a copy of Dongpo's Poems now, it would be better to give me a copy of Compendium of Materia Medica to comfort my heart, Master Xu!

The more he thought about it, the more upset he became, so he simply rolled up the poetry collection in front of him into a ball and threw it towards the courtyard.

Reading shitty poetry.

Oh, who... dares to plot against your master and me.

Chen Heng was also dumbfounded. He didn't expect that he could accidentally hurt an innocent person by throwing it away. He heard the voice and hurriedly whispered: Brother Su Zhao, it's me.

A man sneaked out from the bamboo forest. With his tall figure, he looked like his classmate. Xin Suzhao walked towards him with the collection of poems he threw in his hand, rubbing his head.

Brother Heng, why did you stay up so late at night and throw books away?

Chen Heng was also embarrassed, so he had no choice but to tell the other party about his and Xue Biao's seeking medical treatment. Xin Suzhao couldn't help but nodded after hearing this, and said mockingly, So that boy from the Xue family didn't find anyone for you in the end?

It's hard to find a famous doctor, but Brother Xue did his best. Chen Heng sighed helplessly, Why are you back so late again?

Of course I'm going out to have fun. How can I hold it in if you ask me to stay in the academy and study every day? Xin Suzhao sat in the corridor, casually spreading his hands and leaning back. It seemed that he was treating the corridor as his own bed. .

Chen Heng nodded, once again apologizing for what had just happened, and then stretched out his hand to greet him, Let's go back to the house to rest.

Where are you going? Aren't you looking for a famous doctor? Xin Suzhao asked with a smile.

Lie in bed and slowly think of a solution. If it doesn't work, just pull Brother Xue and ask him to think again.

That's it. I think it's useless for you to find him. Ask him, why not ask me. Xin Suzhao patted his chest. When Chen Heng heard this, he turned around with a look of surprise on his face, Do you know a famous doctor too?

Beat Shang Qiu to death!