If it was really cured by two bowls of newly brewed wine, it would be amazing.

Ling Hua ordered Yunluo, "Go and get a collection of poems, a lyrics, an article, a book, and a painting book."

Yun Luo nodded and went immediately.

Yan Qing was unhappy, "What are you doing?"

Ling Hua held his hand, pulled him to the side of the soft collapse, reached out and pressed his shoulder, let him sit down, and said seriously, "Yan Qing, you and I made a letter of agreement that day. I once told you, do whatever you like, I will never interfere in my life, and now I still say the same thing. No matter whether your headache is cured or not, I will not force you to do anything. I just want to test it. Are you getting better? Let Dr. Zeng take your pulse and see what's going on? Don't you want to know what's going on?"

Yan Qing raised her eyes and saw that she looked serious and said pertinently, so she didn't object, "Okay!"

It is true that his headache is true. He cannot listen to poetry, lyrics, lyrics, fu, articles and books. It is true. Today, he was inexplicably cured because of two bowls of newly brewed wine, and he was also surprised.

There is a library in Qiyun Mountain. Yunluo soon came back with the poems, songs and articles he found according to Ling Hua's request and placed them on the soft collapse beside him.

Ling Hua first took a collection of poems and handed them to Yan Qing.

Yan Qing reached out to take it, with a lazy look on his face, and he opened it with a little carelessness. He read it quickly since he was a child, and he had finished reading a thin collection of poems with a cup of tea.

No headache.

He was silent.

Ling Hua handed her another article.

This article is very long and profound. Yan Qingduo took a lot of effort to finish reading it for two cups of tea. He pinched the article and asked Ling Hua, "Who did this article?"

Ling Hua replied, "My third brother."

Yan Qing smiled, "No wonder."

Ling Yunshen’s articles have such a talent.

Ling Hua changed another lyrics to him, and Yan Qing flipped it casually, nodded, and made no comments.

Ling Hua finally handed him a book.

Yan Qing opened it lazily, read a few pages, nodded again, and had no words.

Ling Hua finally gave him a painting book.

Yan Qing looked at the beginning and threw it to her, "What kind of broken thing, who saw it?"

Ling Hua silently said, "I saw it."

Yan Qing raised her eyebrows, "You just look at this thing?"

What kind of copycat king's wife is the one who is trying to suppress the village? What kind of mess is this?

Ling Hua coughed lowly, "When I was a child, my mother arranged too many lessons for me. Most of the time, I was very bored, so I asked my fourth brother to secretly buy me the best painting book. My fourth brother secretly brought me the best painting book I sold at that time. I read the painting book quickly, one book a night, and I need twenty or thirty books a month. After reading it, I threw it under the bed. Later, the bed was piled up, so I asked my third brother to secretly get it out and hide it. He hid it in his own room, and was left by me.

My brother found out and told my mother that I was so angry that I asked my father to beat my fourth brother and didn't allow me to read it. But my fourth brother was a man who was not able to do anything before, but he was really nice to me. Although I was beaten up, I never missed buying a painting book for me. This habit has been preserved. Even though I have new painting book every month, I will buy it for me. The Ling family's library can't hold it anymore, so he asked someone to send it to the library in Qiyunshan."

Yan Qing sneered, "Ling Yunshen is so unpleasant? Is he still willing to complain to the Lord?"

Ling Hua sighed, "At that time, I read the painting notebook every night, and couldn't get up in the morning. I had dark circles for half a year. I always fell asleep when I was studying my studies. My mother asked my third brother to be responsible for my studies, and my third brother was also for my own good."

Yan tskated lightly, looked at the girl in front of her, imagining her sleeping on the table when she stayed up late to read the painting notebook during the day.

Ling Hua smiled and explained, "My fourth brother and I are afraid of my third brother. It is because we have been arranged by our parents to watch our studies since we were young. If we don't study hard, we will really be hit by him with a bamboo board."

Yan Qing commented, "You don't choose, you read any painting book."

"Well, I'm not picky." Ling Hua was tired of squatting and sat on the ground. "At that time, my mother's lessons were so stressed that I couldn't breathe. No matter what idle books it was, I could make me happy."

Yan Qing reached out and grabbed her arm, picked her up from the ground, and placed her on the low couch next to him, "What's wrong with it? Don't you know the cold on the ground?"

Ling Hua wanted to say that when you sat on the ground, you didn't think it was cold on the ground. We both snatched the roadside together, but she naturally wouldn't say this. She said in a good mood, "Then what books did you read before?"

"Look at everything except painting books." Yan Qing was still lazy.

"Why don't you read the painting book? Although the quality of the painting book is different, there are also some well-written, heroic, joyful, thought-provoking, and contemptuous, not all the dross."

Yan sneered, "After talking for a long time, aren't you just writing about love and love?"

Ling Hua blinked and corrected his words, "There are indeed more wind, snow, moon, but there are also people who are not written about this, some are chivalrous, chivalrous, and gentle, family, country, and heroes."

Yan Qing gave a reason, "I'm too lazy to find a good job, so I'm not allowed to do it."

Ling Hua shut up.

Doctor Zeng lived in Qiyun Mountain and came soon. He was covered in white hair, but he was full of energy and could not see his old age at all. He did not tremble every step of his walking, but instead he was in a tiger's steps.

He is not Ling Hua's subordinate, so he naturally doesn't respect him after seeing him. His name is different from others. "Xiao Huahua, are you calling me to drink?"

Ling Hua looked at him, did not answer his words, and pointed his hand at his side, "This is Mr. Yan Xiaohou."

"Mr. Yan Xiaohou!" Doctor Zeng looked up and down at Yan Qing and nodded constantly, "Your new fiancé, I know that Mr. Yan Xiaohou is beautiful, three points more beautiful than the crabapple that is full of mountains in Qiyun Mountain."

Yan Qing knew that he was good-looking, and many people praised him for his good looks. He didn't think that it was embarrassing to praise him for his good looks, so he was very calm and praised.

"Take him the pulse. He has been listening to poetry, lyrics and essays for several years, but he will have a headache whenever he sees books." Ling Hua mentioned briefly, "Now he has drunk two bowls of wine and suddenly he has recovered. See what's going on."

"Oh?" Dr. Zeng was curious, "Give me your hand."

Yan Qing handed him his hand.

Dr. Zeng put down the medicine box and took Yan Qing's pulse.

He took his left hand and right hand, then took his right hand and took his left hand back and forth three times. Even Yan Qing, who had a casual look on his face, couldn't help but put away his casual expression and glanced at him a few more times.

After a long time, Dr. Zeng finally withdrew his hand and did not say what the pulse was. He just walked around the six large steamers in the winery with his hands behind his back. "This wine is so fragrant, no one in the world can match the wine you make."

Ling Hua turned around and looked at him. Doctor Zeng had a problem and liked to drink. He had wine every meal and could not eat without wine. He studied medical skills throughout his life, but did not make a name for himself. He used the money he earned from his medical skills to seek the world's fine wine. More than ten years ago, he met his grandfather's friend who forgot his age, that is, the master who taught her to brew wine. After drinking the wine he brewed, he stayed by his side and refused to leave. In exchange, he protected her brewing master to prolong her life. Her brewing master brewed wine for him to drink. Her brewing master was originally in poor health, but because of his medical skills, he lived to be 91 years old. At the age of 90, he waited for her as his apprentice.

After her brewing master passed away, he followed her with his grandson. She believed in his medical skills and brought him to the capital and placed him in Qiyun Mountain. Back then, she only breathed a sigh of relief. If she only relied on the imperial physician of the Imperial Hospital, even if she could save her, she would have suffered from the root of the disease. It was because of him that she had been alive in the past three years.

Now, he probably took something out of Yan Qing's body and looked like this. This was his wine that he was greedy for her.

She turned to Yan and lowered her voice, "Doctor Zeng loves wine, probably the kind of wine you can drink with you a day and night. Otherwise, you can make friends with you?"

Yan Qing raised her eyebrows, "What do you mean is the exclusive wine you give me to drink evenly?"

Ling Hua sighed, "If he can't be called a miracle doctor in the world, no one can be called it. He practices medical skills, and does not make a fortune, but only makes three drinks a day. He once followed me for more than ten years, and later followed me."

She was helpless, "Your headache, I heard that the Imperial Hospital's Imperial Doctors can't diagnose the problem. Your Majesty posted the imperial list for you to seek medical treatment, but no one could tell what the disease was. He was thrown in front of him with the imperial list. If there was no good wine, he wouldn't even look at it."

Yan Qing stood up and walked towards Dr. Zeng.

Dr. Zeng looked at the six large steamers with jealousy.

Yan Qing stood beside him and asked him, "Do you want to drink?"

Doctor Zeng nodded, "This wine is so fragrant. Two years ago, my master brewed this wine for the first time, and he gave me a steamer. Later, he said it was troublesome and he would not brew it anymore. I thought I could only drink the begonia she brewed in my life, but she was lazy to drink it from the begonia. I had to limit the amount of it every day."
Chapter completed!