"Um."

Shang Liangyue's eyes widened.

Really a saint of medicine...

But, "Why is it so sudden?"

There was no news before.

Even when there was a plague in Minzhou, the Medical Saint did not appear.

Why is it happening now?

"Take you to meet him."

Di Yu held Shang Liangyue's hand and walked out of the door of the room.

Shang Liangyue wanted to ask, but she didn't know what to ask.

Meet the prince’s master.

People say that a teacher is like a father and a disciple is like a son.

The prince’s master is equivalent to his father.

When he said he would take her to meet the Medical Saint, Shang Liangyue suddenly felt like she wanted to meet her future father-in-law.

It's different to see my father-in-law.

When the two got on the carriage, Shang Liangyue immediately said, "Go to see your master, I...is not very good."

Shang Liangyue said, looking at her body, touching her face and hair, and then getting worse and worse.

She frowned, "Prince, I think it's better to go next time."

She hasn't packed it up today.

Moreover, when she saw his master, she hadn't prepared anything.

This is extremely bad.

Di Yu's eyes paused slightly when he spoke at Shang Liangyue.

Because he doesn't think there is anything wrong with it.

He thinks it's very good.

But after seeing Shang Liangyue's movements and expressions, he knew what she was talking about was wrong.

The ink color in Di Yu's eyes was gentle. He pressed Shang Liangyue's waist tightly, and his thin lips were pressed against the corner of Shang Liangyue's lips, "Excellent."

Shang Liangyue immediately angered him, "Where is the best?"

Before Di Yu could say this, Shang Liangyue said, "I have to clean up your master for the first time. But today I have not prepared anything and have not packed it up. How can I go to see your master?"

This cannot be done.

His master is an important person to him, and she cannot neglect it casually.

Di Yu's eyes were dark for a moment and it was dark. The look he looked at Shang Liangyue as if he was looking at a treasure.

His favorite rare treasures.

"Prepare now."

Shang Liangyue wanted to say something, but when she heard Di Yu's words, she was stunned.

Prepare now?

How to prepare?

An hour later, the carriage was parked in a teahouse.

Di Yu took Shang Liangyue in.

The teahouse is lively, and the storyteller is talking about what happened today, and he is so vivid that the people in the teahouse are also fascinated by it.

The two entered the teahouse, went straight up the stairs, and then turned around and entered a wing room.

I listen to books downstairs of the teahouse, and there are people living upstairs.

Shang Liangyue did not expect that the Medical Saint, a famous Dongqing Continent, would live here.

But although I didn't expect it, I was not surprised.

It is hidden in the city.

The saint of medicine is also a human being.

However, when the wing room approached, Shang Liangyue was a little nervous.

She never knew what nervousness was before.

So is here.

But this time, she is really nervous now.

Seeing the nervousness of the future father-in-law.

Di Yu felt Shang Liangyue's nervousness and held her thin white hand.

And the smooth palm that was usually soft has now moistened.

Di Yu frowned slightly invisible, and raised Shang Liangyue's hand to look.

No, one hand is wet.

Shang Liangyue immediately withdrew her hand, wiped her hand with a handkerchief, and then glared at him.

This look seemed to say: It’s all your fault, it makes me nervous!

The handkerchief was taken away by Di Yu.

Shang Liangyue stopped.

Di Yu held her handkerchief, held the palm of her hand, and wiped it carefully and gently.

He moved quickly and slowly, neither fast nor slow, and Shang Liangyue's uneasy heart gradually calmed down.

She is confident, independent, self-reliant, and never feels inferior.

She doesn't need to be nervous.

But this is Di Yu's master, the person he respects.

That is the person he respects, that is the person she respects.

So, she cared very much.

And if you care, you become nervous.

Di Yu wiped Shang Liangyue until his little hand was no longer wet. He put the handkerchief in his arms, then held Shang Liangyue's hand tightly and looked at her with a deep look, "Don't be afraid."

Shang Liangyue, “…”

She is not afraid, she is nervous.

nervous!

Di Yu led Shang Liangyue into the wing room, and a faint fragrance of tea floated over.

Shang Liangyue felt the fragrance of the tea and felt the scent of it.

And she had never heard of this tea before, and she didn't know what kind of tea it was.

Shang Liangyue's eyes moved slightly and looked at the person sitting in front of the coffee table in the wing room.

He had white hair and a silver-gray robe, looking extremely ordinary.

In Shang Liangyue's eyes, this is an old man.

An extremely ordinary old man.

However, if you want to say there are differences, there are still differences.

It is the temperament of the old man.

This temperament is a temperament that increases with age and experience, and the profession of doctors, which makes the elderly exude from the inside out.

Otherworldly.

In modern terms, it is a well-educated elderly person.

Hearing the sound, the old man looked over, his eyes fell on Di Yu, and then on Shang Liangyue.

Shang Liangyue said before coming, she was not ready. When she saw her next time, Di Yu said she would prepare now.

Then the two of them went back to Tianxiang Restaurant to prepare.

However, Shang Liangyue was not prepared at all.

It’s not that she doesn’t want to prepare, but that she can’t prepare.

This suddenly, how can I prepare so quickly?
To be continued...