Chapter 344 Mr. Wu came at the right time
Aunt Wu ate some melon seeds and said slowly, "I thought you were so naive that you wouldn't realize it until someone was missing. It turns out you're not the one who doesn't worry."
The warm winter sun made people feel weak all over. Song Yanxi raised her eyelids and was too lazy to speak.
"You little girl." Aunt Wu smiled and shook her head, then stood up and said, "How about roasted rabbit for lunch today?"
Song Yanxi said casually: "I'll do as you say."
Just as he finished speaking, something suddenly nudged his feet.
Song Yanxi opened her eyes and saw a gray and white rabbit, which was diligently chewing on the hay that had stuck to the bottom of her shoes at some point.
Thinking of something, Song Yanxi raised her eyes and looked at Aunt Wu, "Auntie, the rabbit you just mentioned, could it be..."
"What are you thinking? There's no way this little thing has two taels of meat. Pingchuan brought it back from the mountain last night. There are still four or five in the kitchen. I don't think it will survive if it's left on the mountain in this cold weather."
Aunt Wu slapped her thigh as she spoke, "Look at my memory. The weather is so nice, I have to drive these little cubs out to bask in the sun, otherwise they will freeze to death again."
Listening to her mumbling, Song Yanxi sat up from the recliner, bent down slightly and tried to pick up the little rabbit, but saw it suddenly run away as if frightened.
"Hey, this little bastard."
Song Yanxi raised her eyes and looked at Aunt Wu, who was frightened by the little rabbit. She curled her lips and said, "Auntie, please add a dish for lunch. We have guests coming."
"It's so cold, how could this happen..." The smile on Aunt Wu's face disappeared instantly before she could finish her words.
She realized something, looked at Song Yanxi worriedly, and strode into the kitchen.
When he came out again, he was holding a kitchen knife in his hand.
The man in a blue shirt standing at the courtyard gate walked in slowly and asked with a half-smile, "Is this how Doctor Song treats guests?"
Song Yanxi curled her lips slightly and her eyes fell on the lobe of his right ear. It was indeed an old injury.
She stood up, her smile becoming more sincere. "I've long heard of Mr. Wu's great name. My humble abode is humble. I wonder if you would do me the honor of coming in for a cup of hot tea."
Aunt Wu didn't understand the fancy words, but she knew what it meant to drink tea.
She lowered her voice and said, "Girl, this guy has a sneaky look in his eyes. He doesn't look like a good person."
Song Yanxi nodded at her, telling her to rest assured.
Aunt Wu's eyes were still full of vigilance, but her words were much more polite.
"Well, Mr. What, would you like to have lunch at home? What would you like to eat?"
Wu Jun said politely, "The guest should follow the host's wishes."
Aunt Wu turned and walked towards the kitchen, muttering, "Just talk, don't be so pretentious, you're just bullying people who can't understand you."
As soon as I entered the door, a chill suddenly swept over my body.
Song Yanxi skillfully pulled out the brazier from under the table, grabbed a handful of dry leaves and lit them with a flint, then threw in a few pieces of homemade charcoal.
As the charcoal fire was lit, the room became warmer.
Without her invitation, Wu Jun pulled up a stool and sat down beside the brazier without hesitation, warming his hands and saying meaningfully, "Liang is much colder than An. It's difficult for the princess to adapt."
Song Yanxi was busy setting up the stove, and without even looking up, she said, "Sir, you're bothering me to come here in the dead of winter. I wonder if your old leg injury has recurred."
Wu Jun's expression darkened, and he said with a forced smile, "It's been an old problem for many years. I didn't expect it to reach the ears of the princess."
Apart from General Ke and a few brothers with whom he had life-and-death friendship, not even His Royal Highness the Crown Prince knew about his old injury in his right leg.
Is this Princess Yong'an really an immortal as the rumors say?
Song Yanxi poured some tea leaves into the pot, looked up, and said in surprise, "They say Mr. Wu is well-informed. No news in this world can be hidden from your ears. How could you not know where I learned my skills?"
She silently said in her heart: "In an emergency, we must make decisions based on our discretion. Please don't blame me, old man."
Wu Jun's expression remained unchanged. "It's just a false praise from the world. If I really had such extraordinary abilities, I wouldn't have remained a mere strategist for so many years."
He changed the subject, frowned, and asked, "Speaking of which, I am really curious, where did the princess learn her master?"
"Divine Doctor Valley."
"Divine Doctor Valley?"
Wu Jun chuckled, shook his head and said, "The Divine Doctor Valley has been secluded for many years. Even if the disciples occasionally come out, they are strictly forbidden to reveal their identities."
His eyes suddenly became sharp, and he said with a sarcastic smile: "The name of the Divine Doctor Valley is certainly useful, but Wu is not a fool."
Song Yanxi didn't answer but asked, "Mr. Wu, have you ever seen a disciple from the Divine Doctor Valley before?"
Wu Jun flicked his sleeves and said, "Of course."
He reminded them, "The disciples of the Divine Doctor Valley care most about their master's reputation. If they knew that people outside were using the name of the Divine Doctor Valley to cheat people, they would definitely not tolerate it."
"Wrong." Song Yanxi shook her head slightly.
Wu Jun frowned, "How is it wrong?"
"Divine Doctor Valley does have sect rules that prohibit disciples from revealing their identities outside, and certainly not from taking advantage of the sect's reputation to do anything wrong."
Hearing her say this, Wu Jun's expression softened slightly. "Princess, please tell me where I went wrong."
Song Yanxi asked, "You just said that Divine Doctor Valley values reputation the most?"
Wu Jun nodded and said as a matter of course: "Divine Doctor Valley has a good reputation for hundreds of years, so naturally, no one can afford to slander it."
"The original purpose of establishing the Divine Doctor Valley was to cure illnesses and save lives. If you really care about what others think, why would you order your disciples not to reveal their identities?"
Seeing Song Yanxi smiling calmly and not seeming to be lying, Wu Jun couldn't help but be cautious and asked, "Who is this old man you are talking about?"
"The Master of the Divine Doctor Valley, Gongsun Yin."
Wu Jun's expression remained unchanged, but his tone was clearly filled with anxiety when he asked, "Do you know Gu Ziqiu?"
"Senior Brother Ziqiu was a disciple of my great master, whose courtesy name was Miaoren."
The sound of boiling water could be heard in the house.
For a moment, the fragrance of tea filled the air.
Song Yanxi picked up the kettle and poured two cups of hot tea before reminding Wu Jun, "Sir, please have some tea."
Wu Jun responded, still a little dazed.
Brother Gu's calligraphy is indeed "Miao Ren", he heard it with his own ears and it cannot be wrong.
Just because he looked like a boy with a female appearance and had a talent for divination and physiognomy since childhood, his uncle gave him the name "Miao Ren".
If he had not gotten drunk before the two of them parted, and if he had not happened to overhear Brother Gu's drunken nonsense, he would probably never have known in his life that the person who saved his life by chance was a disciple of the legendary genius doctor Gu.
His leg was saved entirely by his magic acupuncture.
Thinking of this, Wu Jun looked at Song Yanxi and asked in a deep voice: "How can I trust you?"
Song Yanxi smiled lightly and said, "Mr. Wu, you might as well look back."
Wu Jun's expression changed immediately. He turned around cautiously and saw a man in coarse linen clothes, but with a noble temperament, standing at the door with a pheasant in his hand.
As if not surprised by his arrival, the man nodded and said, "Mr. Wu, you came at the right time. You are in for a treat."
Wu Jun stared at his legs intently and pinched his own leg flesh with both hands.
It hurts a lot, but it’s not an illusion.
But Mo Jinchuan's legs were broken by General Ke himself, and his leg bones were broken into pieces, making him a cripple. At most, he could only keep his life.
How could he stand up or even walk without any harm?
No, that's impossible!
Suddenly, Wu Jun thought of when he parted with Gu Ziqiu more than ten years ago. He once said with a smile that his junior sister was extremely talented in medicine and had the potential to surpass her master.
Could this junior sister be her?
Wu Jun suppressed his shock and calmed down a bit before saying, "Forgive me for being so presumptuous, but could Your Highness Prince Jin please take a few steps forward?"
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