After waking up, he sat in front of the bed in a daze.

The servant called twice outside the door but there was no response.

At this time in the past, Qin Canglan would have already practiced sword in the yard for a while. The servant was worried, and when he thought about the fact that he went to bed early last night, and a series of strange things, he couldn't help but worry that something had happened to him.

The servant boldly pushed the door open and walked in.

"Old Master!"

Qin Canglan came back to his senses: "What's the matter?"

"Ah, you... you're okay." The servant scratched his head blankly, "You got up late, I was worried about you... well... ah, my bad mouth!"

The waiter smiled awkwardly: "I asked the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Do you want to have noodles with gravy or steamed buns this morning?"

Qin Canglan was not interested: "All is fine."

"Hey, I got it, little one."

The servant withdrew.

"Wait." Qin Canglan called him again.

The servant bowed and asked, "Old Master, what do you want?"

Qin Canglan said, "Go and call Doctor Cen."

The servant asked hurriedly, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Qin Canglan waved his hand: "No, don't say anything."

If the children find out, it will be a big fuss again.

"yes."

The servant went to the kitchen first, and then went to Doctor Cen's house in person. He was lucky today, as Doctor Cen was not on duty in the palace, so he came to the mansion with the servant.

Qin Che went to court.

Qin Yanran went to learn piano, while Qin Yun recuperated in the yard.

The house is quite quiet.

Doctor Cen came into the room.

Qin Canglan had finished washing up. He had no appetite, so the breakfast was just placed there.

Doctor Cen came in carrying a medicine box.

Seeing that Qin Canglan looked unhappy, Doctor Cen asked, "Does your hand hurt again?"

"It's not a hand." Qin Canglan frowned, not knowing how to explain it.

According to his personality, he doesn't believe in such weird things.

But that was Su Huayin——

He and his chubby wife.

Doctor Cen asked in confusion: "Why did you suddenly ask me to come here——"

"Cough." Qin Canglan coughed a little awkwardly, "I took the painkiller you gave me last night."

Doctor Cen was very surprised: "You...just took it?"

He had been treating the old Duke of Protectorate's gout, so he naturally understood how serious his illness was.

The old Duke of Protectorate's hands were not only suffering from gout, but also from a certain degree of overwork, so the pain was unbearable for ordinary people.

When the old Duke of Protectorate said it was a little painful, it was already painful enough to pierce his bones.

He originally thought that within ten days at most, the old Protector of the Country would have to take painkillers.

It's been three months...

"Uh...it's not expired yet..."

Doctor Cen muttered secretly.

"Is it working?" he asked.

"If you mean pain relief, then yes it is available." Qin Canglan said fairly.

Doctor Cen secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

It has not expired in three months, so I don’t need to throw away the pain-relieving powder at home that is about to expire.

Qin Canglan asked, "You told me last time that taking that kind of painkiller powder would have side effects, and asked me to try not to take it if I can."

"That's right." Doctor Cen said, "The pain-relieving powder contains Datura stramonium. The rhizome of this herb is poisonous. The dosage I put in is not large, so it won't cause poisoning. However, if taken for a long time, it will cause a certain degree of addiction. Taking a small amount is not a big problem, but it does not rule out drowsiness, fatigue, nausea, vomiting, and loss of appetite."

Qin Canglan asked again: "Besides this, what else?"

"Hmm?" Doctor Cen looked at Qin Canglan in confusion.

Qin Canglan cleared his throat: "For example...will you see something..."

Doctor Cen understood: "Are you talking about hallucinations?"

"Ah, I just... had a dream!" Qin Canglan also threw in the towel, "I took your painkiller and had a dream at night! I used to... not have dreams!"

Doctor Cen thought for a moment and said, "I can't rule out this possibility. But what did you dream about?"

"I dreamed of Huayin." Qin Canglan said.

Doctor Cen was stunned.

Doctor Cen and Qin Canglan have known each other for decades and they can be considered friends. He understands this Chinese voice very well.

Qin Canglan sighed, "I dreamed that Huayin wanted to kill me."

Imperial Doctor Cen didn't understand this trend.

Qin Canglan continued, "She also sent me a dream." -After Doctor Cen left, Qin Canglan went to the horse farm.

He had some concentrated feed prepared for the foals.

The servant who was tending the horses said, "I will bring it to your house in a moment."

“No need.”

Qin Canglan loaded the feed onto the carriage and went to Lihua Lane in person.

He came to the door and saw a little kid standing behind the threshold, looking out curiously.

Maybe it was because the little kid was too cute, but his mood suddenly became very good.

"Big Tiger!"

He remembered that this was the little guy from yesterday.

Qin Canglan was stunned.

Erhu turned around and ran to the backyard.

Qin Canglan moved the feed into the front yard.

There was a little kid squatting in the front yard, digging the soil with a shovel.

Qin Canglan smiled and said, "So you are here, Da Hu!"

The little bean turned his head and said seriously: "I am Xiaofu!"

Qin Canglan once again: "..."

Qin Canglan didn't find Dahu in the yard.

That kid...could he go there to climb trees again?

Very dangerous!

He put down the feed and walked out.

Qin Canglan guessed half right. Dahu did go there again, but he didn't climb the tree today.

The door was open and the sound of a heavenly piano could be heard from inside. He hesitated for a moment and went in.

He followed the sound of the piano and came to the door of a side room.

The man knelt on the spotless wooden floor, playing a guqin gracefully and calmly.

Hey, it’s the handsome uncle from yesterday.

After playing the last note, the man raised his head calmly.

Da Hu said, "You play really beautifully."

The man said nothing, but lowered his eyes and stroked the strings.

Da Hu asked again: "Are you okay?"

The man still said nothing.

"Can I come in?" Da Hu asked again.

The man said, "Whatever."

Dahu first observed the shoes at the door, thought about it, and then took off his own shoes.

He put his little shoes in place, put on clean footwear, and walked into the house with a clatter.

He was very curious about that long thing that made beautiful sounds.

But he was in no hurry to look at the piano. Instead, he took out a piece of snack wrapped in brown paper from his small purse and handed it to the man.

"My mother makes this. It's delicious. You can eat it even if you're sick."

It is a pastry made of loquat and honey, which can moisten the throat, reduce noise and prevent sore throat.

The man was so thin that his bones were visible because he found all the food in the world difficult to swallow.

Seeing that he didn't take it, Da Hu didn't get discouraged, but put it on the piano stand beside him: "I'll put it here, you can eat it when you are hungry. Well, I'll leave first!"

The man looked at the little kid in confusion.

He seemed to be surprised. Didn't he come here for Qin? Why did he just give him the snacks and leave?

Is there anyone in this world who cares about him so sincerely? The man asked, "Do you like listening to the piano?"

Da Hu was stunned. It was the first time he knew that this thing was called Qin.

"I like it." Dahu said in a baby voice.

"Sit down," the man said.

"Oh." Dahu sat down obediently opposite him, crossing his legs.

The man raised his hand and played another tune on the piano.

In another room, Master Zhang, who was teaching Qin Yanran, suddenly stopped and listened attentively.

"Teacher..." Qin Yanran was about to ask him what was wrong, and then she heard the sound of piano coming from the room in the backyard.

Zhang Qinshi's eyes flashed with extreme shock: "He actually... He actually..."

Unlike the previous discontinuous syllables that were randomly plucked to tune, this time, it was a coherent song.

Like the music of the nine heavens.

Qin Yanran has always believed that she is extremely talented and plays the piano very well, but when she compares her piano playing with the other party's, she knows what true heavenly music is.

The person playing the piano must be Master Zhang's eldest disciple.

I heard that he has been studying under Master Zhang Qin for ten years.

I've only been here for less than half a year.

Thinking of this, Qin Yanran was no longer anxious.

The fact that he can teach such an outstanding disciple is enough to show the level of Master Zhang.

I have chosen the right master.

I believe that with time, I will be able to become a master in playing the zither.

Su Xiaoxiao didn't know that Dahu had gone to listen to someone playing the piano again.

When she got home, she only saw two little kids, so she asked, "Where are uncle and Da Hu?"

Xiaohu immediately betrayed his brother: "Uncle, pull qiu-qiu! Dafu again, sneak out, listen to that!"

Listen to that piano?

There is only one family playing the piano in the alley.

Su Xiaoxiao went to the house at the east end.

Qin Canglan searched around the big tree but couldn't find Da Hu.

He was worried that Da Hu might have fallen into someone's yard.

He turned around and walked to the door of that house, and ran into Su Xiaoxiao who was also looking for Dahu.

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