Dingbei Hou's doctor brother

Chapter 123 Brother

Lu Ziqing walked around the rockery and saw more than ten bags of dried herbs piled on the floor and table of the pavilion.

Several people are sorting them into different bamboo sieves.

I didn’t believe what Chi Musheng said before, that there was a big pharmacy in the Marquis’ Mansion, but now I believe it.

There are so many herbs in a mansion that it’s almost like a pharmacy.

Besides, there is no way we can use up all of this. Won’t it go bad?

Wen Zhong saw the visitor and greeted him with a smile, "Young Master, you are awake."

Lu Ziqing nodded, picked up a Codonopsis pilosula from the bag and asked.

"Wen Bo, where do all these herbs come from in this mansion? And they are so complete in variety."

Wen Zhong was about to speak when his eyes widened.

Lu Ziqing looked back and saw several servants with shawls hanging from their shoulders and mud on their skirts, coming over to report.

"Butler Wen, the newly opened land has been plowed."

"Got it. Let's go down first." Wen Zhong said as he picked the herbs. "By the way, let's see if Boss Li's people have arrived."

The servant took the message and left. Lu Ziqing looked away and asked, "Wen Bo, what are you doing with the land? Does the Marquis' Mansion still grow vegetables?"

After he said that, he remembered what Xiaoliu had said before, that the vegetables were picked from the Marquis' Mansion.

"We grow vegetables in Yuqing Garden, and we will plant a batch of new medicinal herbs in due time," said Wen Zhong.

"New medicine?" Lu Ziqing asked suspiciously, "Could it be that... you all grew these herbs?"

"Yes, the Marquis' Mansion has always grown medicinal herbs." Wen Zhong threw a small Codonopsis pilosula into a bamboo sieve farther away.

"The harvest is good every year. To the right of Qingyuan is a vegetable garden, and to the left are some flowers, plants and trees. The Marquis always goes there to take care of them in his free time."

He laughed and said, "It's cool up there in the summer. The Marquis sometimes lives there."

Lu Ziqing: "Where is the Yuqing Garden you mentioned?"

Wen Zhong: "It's in the forest across from Fengxin Bridge."

Someone came from behind, and the servant came over.

"Butler Wen, Boss Li is here."

"Okay, I'll be right there." Wen Zhong said, "Young Master, please go shopping by yourself. I'll go and get busy first."

Lu Ziqing watched Wen Zhong walk away a few steps, and suddenly seemed to remember something and called out.

"Wen Bo!"

Wen Zhong suddenly turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"

It’s actually not a big deal.

It just reminded me of the time when I met Arisaema in the mountains with Xiao Yan on the way back to Beijing. He said that it was his brother who taught him to recognize herbs.

I didn't see his brother when I came to the mansion. Even if he lived in the Duke's Mansion, he should visit the Marquis Dingbei Mansion occasionally. It's normal.

"It's not a big deal." Lu Ziqing said with a smile.

"I'm just asking, but the Marquis said he has a brother who has been in the mansion for more than half a year, but I don't think I've seen him."

"Oh, yes, but..." Wen Zhong's face turned sad, "The eldest master has passed away due to illness."

Lu Ziqing was abrupt for a moment, and his face darkened.

"I'm sorry, I don't know if it's..."

"It doesn't matter, it's all over." Wen Zhong sighed.

"Now the Duke has only one son left, the Marquis, and his leg is broken. He has to guard the Duke's Mansion all day long, feeling lonely and desolate."

Lu Ziqing half-closed his eyes, thought for a moment, then raised them, "How did it break?"

Wen Zhong recalled, "Six years ago, when the Duke was escorting Marshal Beidi back to the capital, he was attacked by an assassin on the way and injured by a gunpowder explosion. His leg wasn't broken, and all the palace doctors examined him, but it was useless."

As he was speaking, the servant walking in front turned around and called out.

"Butler Wen, hurry up, Boss Li is still waiting."

"No more talking, I'm going first."

The Marquis's Mansion actually grows its own herbs? No wonder Xiao Yan knew him. His brother's medical skills must be quite good.

Lu Ziqing walked through the long corridor and came to another bridge pavilion. The wooden bridge led directly to a large pavilion in the middle, connecting three sides, with the lake still in the middle.

But the lake here is small, and the lotus leaves and branches are withered and sticking out in the water.

In the distance, there is an attic with a porch, and the surrounding pavilions and corridors are hidden by trees and bamboos, with the roof and a corner of the eaves more or less exposed.

He glanced and saw a figure in the rockery garden not far away. After walking through the archway, he saw that it was Xiao Yan.

He rolled up his sleeves and squatted, filling soil into a small osmanthus pot. There were still many seedlings on the ground that had not been planted.

This look is completely different from the usual majestic and cold general. He seems more easy-going and approachable.

Xiao Yan seemed to hear footsteps, turned around to look, and continued filling the soil.

"You're awake. How are you feeling? Have you eaten?"

"It's okay, I've eaten." Lu Ziqing glanced at the bonsai flowers and plants around him and walked over.

"Why did you come back now, Lord?"

"I have nothing to do today, so I left early."

Just as Xiao Yan was about to take another osmanthus seedling, he saw Lu Ziqing squatting beside him and handed him one in time with a smile on his face.

The double eyelids are neither wide nor narrow, the inner corners of the eyes are slightly pointed, and the eyes are slightly curved, as if they are smiling.

When you smile with your lips pursed or wide open, a beautiful arc will appear above the corner of your mouth.

It doesn’t look like a dimple, nor like a pear-shaped dimple, but it is just a slightly concave arc. However, it can make her smile as sweet as if she had a dimple.

With a casual glance, his heart seemed to beat uncontrollably again.

It's inappropriate to think of the dream last night, and the one I had opened up...

Xiao Yan's eyes flickered, as if he didn't dare to look at him again. He quickly looked away, took the seedling and planted it in the flowerpot. He only heard the man talking with a smile in his ear.

"I didn't expect that the Marquis, who looks like a tough guy on the outside, would be so elegant in private and plant so many flowers and plants himself."

In the eyes of others, this was just a gardener's servant, but only Lu Ziqing said it was a refined interest.

Xiao Yan thought about it and said casually: "I don't really have any hobbies. My brother used to like them, so I learned the habit from him."

Lu Ziqing thought of what Wen Zhong said about the eldest son who died of illness.

"Your brother must be a thoughtful and skilled doctor, as he taught you so many herbs and showed his interest in growing flowers and plants."

Xiao Yan looked at him from the side and said with a smile, "He always has been like that, and he's very good at taking care of people."

"He also has a kind heart. He grows his own herbs to help the people. He often goes to poor areas to teach them how to identify herbs and herbs, how to plant them, and how to treat some simple illnesses."

He looked at the flowers on the seedlings and spoke slowly.

"Medical books from ancient times to the present have spread throughout the world, but many people still die due to untimely treatment or minor illnesses."

"He always said that if ordinary people could have a certain understanding of pathology and herbal medicine, then at critical moments, those who are sick and cannot afford medical treatment may still have a chance to save themselves. At least they won't take medicine blindly because they don't understand pathology, nor will they sit and wait to die because they don't know anything."

Lu Ziqing listened quietly, rolled up his sleeves and scooped soil into the flowerpot. His small arms and hands were clean and slender, and their whiteness was dazzling against the brown soil.

Xiao Yan's gaze stopped for a moment, then he looked away and continued.

"He also said that the world of the rich is blind to the suffering of the poor. In this world, no matter rich or poor, noble or humble, someone has to do the work."

"So, he wanted to do his best in his limited life, at least to not let himself down, and to fulfill the responsibilities that God has given him as a doctor in this life. This is his wish."

Lu Ziqing understood the sufferings of the poor the most. If only there were a good official like this who understood the sufferings of the people, those who were struggling to survive would be better off.

Perhaps, these people at the bottom of society will not suffer so much.

Lu Ziqing was surprised by what he saw and heard.

Among these powerful people, I didn’t expect that there would be such a person who is willing to sacrifice for the people.

At the same time, I also feel it is a pity that such a like-minded person, who had the same thoughts and wishes as me, died young.

If this person were still alive, he would really like to get to know him and discuss things with him, perhaps becoming friends who could talk about anything.

The words "like-minded" seem so simple and easy, but in today's world, it is not easy to find such a person.

Lu Ziqing could see that Xiao Yan was deeply influenced by his brother and they must have a very good relationship.

When discussing him, there was warmth and gentleness in his eyes and on his face, which was really different from his previous cold and serious demeanor.

"The Marquis's brother is selfless and righteous. For a poor person, meeting such a person is a blessing from the previous life." Lu Ziqing looked at Xiao Yan and said.

"And the Marquis is also a blessed man, having such a good brother in his life, although..."

He paused, a smile playing on his lips.

"A person who is compassionate and does many good deeds accumulates immeasurable merits, which not only benefit themselves but also benefit their relatives and future generations."

"Your Majesty and the Duke of Wei have devoted their lives to the country and the people. You will be blessed with boundless happiness. In the future, you will surely be able to turn misfortune into fortune."

These heartfelt words warmed Xiao Yan's heart.

He unknowingly fell into those clear and gentle eyes, not knowing what he was thinking, staring blankly, and slowly raised his fingertips to his face.

There's an indescribable, unique kind of deep affection in this look.

Lu Ziqing felt a little uncomfortable being stared at. His eyes moved, his face moved back slightly, and he spoke softly.

"...My Lord?"