"It's not like the young doctor will give the medicine for nothing. We should buy..." Doctor Luo raised his eyes and looked at King Jin.
The soldiers in the army were injured, and the prince could not ignore this matter.
Just as Prince Jin was about to speak, Ruanruan spoke first, "Hey, no need. I still have a lot of money left from the money Uncle Prince Jin gave me last time. You don't know, but my uncle said that the things you have here are worth a lot of money to Ruanruan."
Ruanruan added: "So just tell Ruanruan what you need. Don't give Ruanruan anything anymore. Ruanruan won't want it."
"If you need medicine, Ruanruan will tell my uncle when she gets home. I'll have Pingping deliver it to you right away after I buy the medicine."
"Uncle Luo, please get up quickly!"
"Then I'll have to trouble you, little doctor!" Luo Li stood up, bowed to Ruanruan and expressed his gratitude.
Gu Sanlang, who was standing aside, weighed the bronze stick in his hand and twirled it around in one hand. "I think the young doctor really likes this stick. Why don't you give it to the young doctor as a thank you gift?"
He raised his eyes, glanced at Prince Jin, and said jokingly, "I just don't know if Prince Jin is willing to bear the pain and let go."
"Ruanruan likes this stick?" King Jin took down another stick from the shelf and stared at the pattern on the stick. This stick was a pair.
Ruan Ruan nodded, "Yeah, yes."
She stared at the stick in Prince Jin's hand with burning eyes, her moist little mouth opening and closing flexibly, "It's just... Uncle Gu said this stick can't be sold, otherwise Ruanruan would have bought it from Uncle Prince Jin."
Ruanruan still felt a little regretful, with her little eyes drooping.
Prince Jin bowed slightly and handed over the bronze stick in his hand. "It's just a stick. If you want, you can play with it. I told you that anything in Prince Jin's Mansion that you like can be taken away."
Ruanruan really liked the stick, so she didn't refuse and reached out to take it. "Hey, then Ruanruan, you're welcome!"
Prince Jin patted her little head and said, "You're welcome. Take it and play with it."
"Yeah, thank you, Uncle Jin."
Gu Sanlang also gave the stick in his hand to Ruanruan, "Little Miracle Doctor, if you want to practice martial arts, you can actually combine it with this stick."
"Yeah, Ruanruan understands!" Ruanruan nodded seriously.
"Ruanruan wants to practice martial arts?" King Jin asked curiously after hearing this.
"Yes, yes, Ruanruan also wants to beat up the bad guys and keep fit!" Ruanruan nodded her little head and said loudly.
“Hmm…”
She glanced at the time displayed on the children's watch and frowned, "Ruanruan is going home."
Hi!
Every time I come here to play, time flies by so fast. In the blink of an eye, I have to go home again.
If only time could slow down a little, then Ruanruan could play here for a long, long time!
"Uncle Gu, Ruanruan will come to practice martial arts with you tomorrow. Please wait for me." Ruanruan said to Gu Sanlang.
Gu Sanlang nodded, "Okay."
"Hey, Uncle Song, Uncle Luo, Uncle Yingyi, bye!" She said goodbye to everyone.
Then Ruanruan took the hand of Prince Jin with one hand and the hand of Zhao Chengqian with the other, and skipped into the study.
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Ruan Jingye received a phone call in the afternoon and was asked by his teacher Zheng Xian to participate in the filming of a museum documentary, so he placed the vase in the car.
When Ruanruan came out of the vase, she was in the car. She immediately called Ruan Jingye.
Ruan Jingye was filming when he received the call, so he asked his assistant to go and answer the phone.
"This is a national treasure our museum recently purchased from a gentleman. It's the poem 'Late Autumn' that we all learned about in school. This calligraphy and painting was created by Jiang Chengen of the State of Yan over 3,000 years ago."
The camera lens swept across a painting and calligraphy on a glass display case on the wall.
Mr. Song was wearing a suit and had a serious expression on his face. He pointed his hand at the calligraphy and painting and explained slowly.
There was some excitement in his voice.
"This is also the most complete calligraphy and painting we have preserved so far, with a historically groundbreaking L-font style!"
"And this dress, a piece of Suzhou embroidery from the Kingdom of Gan two thousand years ago, we stumbled upon it by chance. We don't have the original in the museum right now. You can take a look at the photo..."
On the wall he pointed to, there was a photo frame with several large photos inlaid in it. The largest one was a full picture of the clothes that Ruanruan had worn before, and the small photo next to it was an enlarged picture of the embroidery on the clothes.
"If we're lucky, maybe we can let everyone see this rare treasure in the museum and appreciate the exquisite handicrafts of our ancients!"
It’s a pity that I don’t know whether the little girl and her family are willing to take out the clothes and show them later.
Just as he was about to continue speaking, he saw two people, one big and one small, walking in from outside the door.
The little girl looked familiar, she was playing with two sticks in her hands.
Old Song stared at her and thought the two sticks in her hands looked a little peculiar. He took out a pair of glasses from his chest bag and put them on his face.
"Mr. Song?" The person next to him saw that he was stunned and called out softly.
Zheng Xian noticed that something was wrong with him and waved to the camera crew behind him.
Let the staff go and see what's going on.
Before the staff came close, Old Song's eyes suddenly widened and he quickly walked up to Ruanruan, "Little boy, where did you get these two sticks?"
Ruanruan paused when she heard the voice, and looked up at the person who suddenly appeared in front of her. The old man's eyes were fixed on her stick, as if he wanted to snatch it away from her.
Old Song was a little anxious and reached out to touch the bronze stick that was running.
She frowned and hid the stick behind her back, "Grandpa, this is soft."
"No, that's not what I meant. Can you let me see your stick..." Old Song waved his hand, still thinking about the bronze stick that was soft.
"No! You must want the stick. After Ruanruan gives it to you, you won't give it back to Ruanruan." Ruanruan curled her lips.
She was not that easy to fool, and she didn't even know this old man.
"No...no." Old Song waved his hand.
Soft?
etc!
Why did he feel that this little girl looked familiar?
Old Song opened his eyes wide, staring at Ruanruan's chubby little face. "You...are you the little girl wearing the Chinese Su embroidery dress from last time?"
He pointed at Ruanruan with shaking hands.
The director and others all came over when they heard the sound.
"Soft?"
Zheng Xian was a little surprised to see Ruanruan, "Why are you here?"
"I'm here to find my uncle. Uncle Zheng wants to take away Ruanruan's stick." When Ruanruan saw an acquaintance, she immediately hid behind Zheng Xian.
Upon hearing this, Old Song's breath quickened, and he quickly explained, "Oh, no, I'm not trying to steal your stick. Little friend, have you forgotten that we met last time? I even said I wanted to borrow that Su embroidery dress from you to bring to the exhibition hall."
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