Inside the room, Xiao Gan was wearing a green robe, sitting behind the table, holding a cup of hot tea in his hand, and a book was placed in front of him, obviously reading a book.

Hearing the movement, he raised his head, and the moment he saw Xiao Yao, a smile suddenly surged on his slightly white face, and he stood up, "Sister, why are you..."

When he saw Song Wanyue behind him, he paused, and the smile on his face also faded, and he nodded to her.

Xiao Yao was concerned about him and didn't notice his abnormality. She walked straight to him, raised her right hand to cover his forehead, "How are you? Are there any uncomfortable places?"

It’s not that she is so nervous. Xiao Gan has been weak since childhood, otherwise he wouldn’t have been sent to the temple to raise him.

"I……"

As soon as he said a word, his throat itched. Xiao Gan couldn't help but coughed gently with his right hand against his lips.

Xiao Yao was so scared that her face turned pale. She pressed him down and turned around and said anxiously, "Yue'er, please show me."

"No."

Xiao Gan refused very quickly, "I'm really fine, just drink a few hot tea."

Song Wanyue walked forward, "I think Mr. Xiao's situation is a bit serious, so let me see. Although I am not old, my medical skills are better than ordinary doctors."

Xiao Gan looked up and met her Qing Lingling's gaze. He felt a sudden heart. Just as he was about to refuse again, Xiao Yao had already raised his left hand and placed it on the table. She did not forget that when my younger brother was one year old, a cold wind almost killed him.

Xiao Gan couldn't take his arm back, so he had to say, "Then, I'll trouble Miss Song."

Song Wanyue turned around and moved a round stool to sit down, put her finger on Xiao Gan's pulse, and raised her eyebrows in just a moment.

Xiao Yao looked nervously, and when Song Wanyue let go of her hand, she immediately asked, "Yue'er, how are my little brother?"

Song Wanyue looked at Xiao Gan with a smile, as if she was pointing out, "It's more serious than I thought."

Xiao Yao suddenly panicked, "You, you prescribe a prescription, I'll ask someone to get the medicine immediately."

Xiao Gan couldn't help coughing twice again. He wanted to say something, but he heard Song Wanyue say, "There is no need to catch medicine. I have a folk remedy. I will write it down and let Mr. Xiao do it later."

Xiao Yao hurriedly took the paper and spread it in front of her, grind the ink again, and stood beside her.

Song Wanyue took the pen and dipped it in ink, and said without a trace, "I'm a little thirsty, please help me bring a glass of water."

Xiao Yao did not doubt that he was there and quickly walked to the table. Song Wanyue took advantage of this skill to write the prescription and handed it to Xiao Gan. Xiao Gan quickly took it. After just a glance, his face changed slightly and quickly closed it.

Xiao Yao came over with water and happened to see it. She hurriedly stopped her, "The ink has not dried yet, don't worry."

"Nothing happens."

Xiao Gan quickly put the prescription into his sleeve bag, held the teacup in a concealed manner and took a few sips, calming down his frightened mood, looking up at Song Wanyue, "Please trouble Miss Song."

"You don't have to be polite, it's just a matter of raising your hands. But Young Master Xiao needs to take care of his body more carefully. Also, the medicinal smell in your room is too strong, so you need to open the window regularly to disperse some."

"I remember."

Xiao Yao always felt that what Song Wanyue said was not just the surface, but she couldn't hear anything else. She thought she was thinking too much and said, "I'm weak and can't catch the wind, especially now it's cold, so it's better not to open the window."

"Sister Yao doesn't know that even if someone is seriously ill, the room needs ventilation to dissipate some viruses? The more you keep it like this, the more viruses it will be, and the more people's illness will not be cured."

Xiao Yao was very convinced by Song Wanyue now. After hearing what she said, she hurriedly turned around and opened the window.

Song Wanyue held his forehead, "Sister Yao, I have to wait until the sun is full at noon when it is full of sunshine. It is still a bit cold now and it cannot be opened."

Xiao Yao patted her forehead, "I was really scared by my younger brother's illness, and I even forgot about this."

After saying that, he turned around and came back, moved a round stool and sat at the table, asking about Xiao Gan's recent situation.

Xiao Gan is like a obedient baby, answering questions and answering questions.

...

In the Zen Room over there, Duke Dingguo explained his purpose, and Master Jingfan immediately calculated the day, "October 26, it is advisable to marry."

Dingguo thanked him for justice and donated money for indulgence and oil.

Xu also donated a copy, just like Duke Ding, 200 taels of silver.

She didn't look like a rich man in dress. Master Jingfan looked at her more and showed surprise on his face.

Everyone can see clearly.

Especially Duke Ding, he often came to Qianshan Temple and had dealt with Master Jingfan countless times, and had never seen such a obvious expression on his face.

Song Lin naturally saw it, and his heart was raised, and the person stuttered, "Great, Master, I, my wife, but there is, what's wrong with it?"

Master Jingfan chanted the Buddha's name, his eyes swept across his face, and then fell on Song Si's face, "What are the three donors, what are the encounters in the past year?"

"Great, why does the master say that?"

"From the perspective of the face, the three should not be rich and powerful people, especially this donor..."

He pointed to Song Si, "I probably encountered something that affected my official career last year. From the perspective of my appearance, I have never recovered since then and have never participated in the imperial examinations for my whole life."

It's this.

Song Lin breathed a sigh of relief, admiring Master Jingfan and saying proudly, "What the master said is really good. Last year, Si'er was indeed framed and almost missed the imperial examination. It was my daughter and daughter..." The word "Son-in-law" did not say it, but when Gu Yi was killed, he changed his words, "It was my daughter who found out the truth, and my daughter also helped the family do several businesses."

"Your daughter?"

Song Lin nodded proudly, "My daughter is very capable."

Master Jingfan looked at the people again, "I wonder if the donor's daughter has come with me, can I meet you?"

"She follows you, go..."

Song Lin looked at Duke Ding.

Dingguo is fair, "She and Yao'er are going to see her godfather, so I'll ask someone to call her over."

After saying that, Duke Ding called the servants to come in and ordered them.

The servant trotted outside Xiaogan's house and explained the situation.

When she learned that the monk was a Taoist monk wanted to see her, Song Wanyue raised her eyebrows, saying that this kind of charlatan has two tricks, and it seems that the rumors are true.

He stood up slowly and followed the servant to Jingfan's meditation room. After saluting, he stood in front of him so openly for him to look at him.

Even if he saw that he was a soul from another world, could he still drive his soul out of this body?

"I Amitabha!"

Jingfan recited the Buddha's name and told the country of justice, "I have something to say to this little donor, and I also ask all donors to go to the room next to you for a while."

Duke Ding was a little worried. He was not worried about how Master Jingfan would treat Song Wanyue, but was worried that he would see from Song Wanyue that Xiao'er was not dead, "Big..."

Jingfan interrupted him, "I just said a few words to this little donor. The prince doesn't have to worry."

Duke Ding had to lead everyone to wait next door.

As soon as they left, the door was taken by the little novice monk. Jingfan looked at Song Wanyue, "Little donor, do you have something to say to me?"
Chapter completed!