Good sister
"What do you think? Doctor Su, are you willing to accept me as your student?" Fu Chang'an's eyes were burning and his tone was firm, as if he meant that he would not give up unless Su Yunwei nodded.
Su Yunwei couldn't help but raise her eyebrows when she saw how persistent he was. He probably didn't know that what he wanted to learn was Western medicine, which had never appeared in this era.
"You can let me take you in as my student, but... I have conditions."
"What conditions?" Fu Chang'an's expression remained unchanged, but he secretly made up his mind: no matter what the conditions were, he could agree to them.
"Since I'm your teacher, then... you have to listen to me in everything."
Fu Changan nodded slightly, but still held back: "I'm sorry, I can't obey your orders for something that is against the will of heaven and morality."
"Who wants you to hurt people? I'm teaching you to save people." Su Yunwei glanced at him and continued, "It's very simple. Tomorrow you will give Ming Zhao acupuncture."
Ming Zhao's condition gradually stabilized, and the blood vessels on the back of his hand were obviously thicker, making him an excellent practice subject. Letting Fu Changan try her hand on him was also Ming Zhao's way of repaying her for her treatment of him over the past few days.
Fu Chang'an was stunned, his pupils trembling slightly. She wanted him to pick up such a tiny silver needle and pierce a blood vessel? She might as well order him to kill someone.
But then he thought, since she was willing to teach him this mysterious medical skill, how could he be so cowardly and retreat? It was just a needle prick, and he was not afraid of killing people, let alone saving people!
His gaze fell on her slightly upturned little face, and he finally responded solemnly: "Okay, tomorrow everything depends on Teacher Su."
"Don't call me Teacher Su anymore." This title always makes people feel as if they are back to the days of working in the hospital. No matter whether they are male or female, old or young, they are all teachers.
"Then what should I call you?" Fu Changan asked softly.
It was just a name, always casual, just like how I always called him by his full name, and when I was in a bad mood, I would call him "Mr. Fu" in a distant tone.
"Whatever you want." Su Yunwei answered nonchalantly.
Fu Changan narrowed his eyes, hesitated for a moment, and asked tentatively: "Then...can I call you Weiwei like Mingyue?"
Normally, she didn't feel anything when others called her like this, but tonight, when he called her, the two words "weiwei" seemed to be wrapped in a ball of hot paste, sliding past her ears, and she suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
"Whatever...whatever you want." Before she finished speaking, a shy blush had already appeared on her cheeks, making them feel a little hot. Su Yunwei hurried to her own yard and then said, "I'm leaving first."
He left Fu Changan behind and walked quickly into the room without looking back.
Until the hurried sound of the door closing was heard, Fu Changan was still standing there, his eyebrows gradually curved, and his smile was gentle. "Weiwei..." This call lingered gently between his lips, over and over again.
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The next day, the sky was bright, inside the Shuyuxuan.
Su Yunwei and Fu Mingyue sat opposite each other in the courtyard, silver chopsticks in hand, before a snack that Fu Changan had specially ordered the kitchen to make for Su Yunwei the previous night. As Fu Mingyue ate, she couldn't help but chuckle, "Is my brother planning to take on a new sister? Why didn't his kitchen make me anything delicious..."
The more she thought about it, the more uncomfortable she felt. She poked the food in the bowl with her silver chopsticks angrily. She glanced at Su Yunwei, who was calmly scooping soup, and said with a drooping brow, "Weiwei."
A weak voice sounded in her ears. Su Yunwei paused while drinking the soup, put down the bowl, and turned to look at Fu Mingyue beside her. She looked listless today, like a little resentful woman who had been wronged.
"What's wrong with you?" Su Yunwei just opened her mouth to ask, but she saw her slam the silver chopsticks on the table. Su Yunwei was frightened by this action and leaned back, her heart pounding: Is this young lady going to go crazy again?
"Is there something fishy going on between you and my brother?" Fu Mingyue frowned and leaned forward. Her sharp eyes pierced Su Yunwei's.
Her scrutinizing gaze swept over, and Su Yunwei's heart skipped a beat. It seemed as if she had seen through her little infatuation with her brother's looks. Just as Su Yunwei was hesitating whether to pour out her heart, Fu Mingyue said quietly, "Is my brother planning to... take you in as his sister?"
"Does your brother often claim other people as his sisters?" Su Yunwei suddenly remembered the song, "How Many Good Sisters Do You Have?" Her college roommate's boyfriend had cheated on her, and he dragged everyone else to KTV with her, spending the entire night singing "How Many Good Sisters Do You Have?" Later, when she asked, she found out that the jerk had knelt on the ground and explained that the girl was just his cousin.
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Could it be that Fu Changan is also this kind of pretentious man with a beastly heart?
"Well... I've never heard of it." Fu Mingyue answered blankly.
Su Yunwei's heart, which had been hanging in the air, finally settled down upon hearing this. Fortunately, Fu Changan was a normal person, so she could now enjoy eating Yan without worry.
"Then what sister do you want to recognize?"
Fu Mingyue pouted, her mumbling voice becoming smaller and smaller: "Brother didn't even ask his small kitchen to cook for me, he only cooked for you."
Is she jealous? Su Yunwei was about to explain, but she saw her eyes suddenly light up, raised her eyebrows and said: "But you said, if my brother really recognizes you as his sister, then we will be family."
Su Yunwei secretly shook her head and refused. She didn't want to be a younger sister.
"There's something you probably don't know yet." Su Yunwei deliberately kept the secret, and Fu Mingyue's curiosity was indeed aroused. Her bright eyes were filled with the words: Tell me quickly, tell me quickly.
"Your brother..." Su Yun spoke slowly and draw out the last tone. Fu Mingyue held her breath and concentrated, waiting for her to give the answer. At the critical moment, a voice came from behind that made Fu Mingyue shrink her neck immediately.
"What are you talking about?" Fu Changan got on the carriage and rushed back as soon as he finished his court.
As soon as he came back, he saw Fu Mingyue listening to Su Yunwei's words with shining eyes. He was also quite interested. He simply lifted his shirt and sat next to Fu Mingyue.
"Nothing." Su Yunwei looked at him with a playful look in her eyes and said, "I'm just wondering how many good sisters you have."
Although he couldn't figure out the whole story, Fu Changan still straightened his back, thought for a while, and answered seriously: "My biological sister is naturally only Fu Mingyue. As for other cousins, I haven't counted them carefully, but there must be seven or eight of them."
Fu Mingyue nodded in agreement and said, "Brother is right. There are already two in the palace alone. If we talk about Aunt Lin's family, there are already a lot of them, not to mention the relatives on my new mother's side. I think there are seventeen or eighteen of them."
Su Yunwei thought to herself: They are really siblings.
Fu Changan was reluctant to call her mother. In his heart, his mother had long since passed away. In public, he was willing to call her mother, purely to maintain the family's dignity, but behind the scenes, he was only willing to call her Madam. His eyes fell on Fu Mingyue, and he said, "Father accompanied her back to her parents' home yesterday, and she hasn't returned yet."
Fu Mingyue was a little stunned when she heard this. She clearly remembered her grandmother saying that her mother and her family had fallen out a long time ago, so why would she go back? And her father was with her.
Fearing that something had happened, she frowned and asked, "Did something happen?"
Fu Changan shook his head. He never cared about that woman's affairs, so when Fu Mingyue asked, he naturally knew nothing. His eyes immediately turned to Su Yunwei. Thinking of her greeting last night, a hint of sweetness passed through his heart. He said, "When do we leave today?"
"Wait until I finish this breakfast." Su Yunwei immediately lowered her head and drank the bowl of lukewarm soup. Fu Mingyue propped her cheek with her hand and asked lazily, "Is it delicious?"
"It's delicious," Su Yunwei said without even looking up. This cook is much better than her own. Back when I was working, I used to order a meal from the cafeteria every day just for convenience. The food there was really terrible. Thinking about it now, I can't help but shake my head.
Unfortunately, apart from making bread and cakes, which are pretty good, the other dishes I make... are almost all dark cuisine.
"That was an imperial chef specially selected from the palace. His cooking skills are amazing." Fu Mingyue couldn't help drooling when she thought of the delicious food she had tasted while living in the palace.
Why doesn't my aunt give me some cooks?
The more Fu Mingyue thought about it, the angrier she became. The more she thought about it, the more she felt that her aunt was biased. Her cheeks puffed up, and she was about to explode when she heard a voice that made her heart burst with joy:
"When you have time, come to my place and pick out a few cooks to take away."
Although Fu Chang'an's tone was light, to Fu Mingyue, it sounded like the most gentle and considerate words. She closed her eyes, as if the delicious dishes prepared by the imperial chefs had been brought to her mouth, waiting to be tasted.
She hugged Fu Changan's arm, which was hanging at his side, and cheered, "Brother! You are really my brother!"
Fu Changan quickly shook off the hand on his arm, frowning, and said righteously: "You should sit properly and stand properly. How can you pull and tug like this?"
Fu Mingyue withdrew her hand awkwardly, but refused to give in: "There are no outsiders here..." As soon as she said this, she remembered that there was Su Yunwei behind her, but in her heart, Su Yunwei was not an outsider. She had already made up her mind that if her brother was unwilling to keep Weiwei in the mansion after she got married, she would definitely take Weiwei to Kuang Ye's house as a dowry. She would provide her with good food and drink, and take care of her in her old age. If Kuang Ye or his family disagreed, then the marriage would be canceled.
"Well, no one will know I'm a jerk anyway."
"Is it like this when you get along with Kuang Ye?" Fu Changan stared into her eyes tightly, not missing a single change in her expression, his brows twisted like a knot that was difficult to untie.
Fu Mingyue swallowed quietly, a blush staining her cheeks as she recalled the time she was alone with Kuang Ye. How else could they get along? Of course, they were affectionate and close, but her brother had never had a lover, and as a sister, she understood very well. Just as Fu Mingyue was about to speak, a burst of rapid shouting suddenly came from outside the courtyard gate.
"What's going on?" Fu Mingyue asked.
The maid who rushed over saw Fu Changan was also there, and swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue.
Fu Changan saw the visitor hesitating and became impatient. He wondered if this good sister had done something new outside, so he said sternly, "Speak."
The battle-hardened general's aura was truly overwhelming. The little maidservant was terrified, her body trembling. She steeled herself and replied respectfully, "Master, Ming Zhao from Zuichun Pavilion sent word that he wants to see the young lady."
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