"Just wait for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea," Cheng Lang said to them after finishing the acupuncture. Unconsciously, he wiped the sweat off the tip of his nose with his sleeve.
"Thank you, Young Master Cheng," Meng Ruyi said to him softly. "I wonder what kind of reward you would like?"
Hearing this, Cheng Lang was stunned for a moment, and a hint of shyness appeared on his face. "The silver Miss Meng gave me today has far exceeded my expectations. Moreover, I just performed a simple acupuncture technique. It's not a big deal."
Song Huaizhi watched him quietly.
Cheng Lang's medical skills were indeed good. From the way he performed the acupuncture, Song Huaizhi could tell that the person in front of him had excellent medical skills, and his acupuncture technique was also rare. Song Huaizhi was quite curious about his origin.
Such a technique should not come from an unknown master, nor should he have met Meng Ruyi so coincidentally.
He knew that the latter thought might be due to his jealousy and over - nervousness, but Song Huaizhi still couldn't control his heart. He couldn't help but be overly suspicious of every person with an unknown origin, especially those who appeared around Meng Ruyi.
"You're being too polite, Young Master Cheng," Song Huaizhi stood up, bowed to him politely, and said gently, "Please sit down and take a rest."
After saying that, he personally poured a cup of tea for Cheng Lang. There was a hint of admiration on his face, as if he was really a wealthy young master with a very good temper.
Interesting. It seems that Brother Song is testing him.
Meng Ruyi kept silent and sat quietly on one side, cooperating with Song Huaizhi.
"Since Yu'er was weak when she was a child, I've also sought medical advice, so I have some knowledge about this," Song Huaizhi pushed the cup of water in front of Cheng Lang and continued, "So I know that Young Master Cheng's medical skills are extremely excellent."
"I just wonder who your master is?"
Cheng Lang's face paused for a moment, and a hint of gloom flashed across his face quickly. He picked up the teacup and took a sip to cover his uneasiness. "Thank you for your praise, Young Master Song."
"To be honest, I don't know my master's origin either," Cheng Lang said with a hint of shame on his face. He lowered his eyes slightly. "My master was plotted against and ended up in a small mountain village. He adopted me."
"I just left the village a few days ago and have been traveling around," Cheng Lang said, showing a hint of sadness. He rubbed his temples and looked dejected. "It's a pity that my master won't be able to see this anymore."
[Is it really like this? The script seems different from the original. Originally, Cheng Lang was going to the capital with his master. Why is he so miserable now?]
[Cheng Lang's perspective starts from when he arrives at the small town, so what he said is probably the truth. Oh my god, how did the sinister divine doctor turn into a poor little thing?]
[Wuwuwu, so pitiful, Xiao Cheng! Let the female lead give you some warmth!]
Amazing.
Meng Ruyi was slightly surprised. She lowered her eyes and pondered, with a hint of silence between her eyebrows.
If Cheng Lang was really adopted by his master as he said, and left the small mountain village after his master's death and came here, it seemed reasonable.
However, looking at the dejection on the man's handsome face, Meng Ruyi still couldn't dispel her vigilance. The person in front of her was the male lead, so he couldn't be an ordinary person.
The room suddenly fell silent. It was so quiet that they could almost hear their own heartbeats. Song Huaizhi looked calm, Meng Ruyi lowered her eyes and thought, Cheng Lang looked dejected. Only Jingzhe vaguely sensed that something was wrong with Song Huaizhi, so she sweated for Cheng Lang and sat there obediently.
Suddenly, the situation became tense, but everyone in the room remained silent, letting the tea on the table cool down bit by bit.
"It's okay," Cheng Lang's voice was a bit low. "I'll remove the needles for Miss Jingzhe."
Meng Ruyi watched him skillfully put the needles back into the small cloth bag and then look at her.
Before he could speak, Meng Ruyi asked, "Since Young Master Cheng is also traveling around, I wonder if you'd like to go to the capital with us?"
Cheng Lang was surprised. The small cloth bag in his hand almost fell to the ground. He stared blankly at Meng Ruyi for a while and finally said, "Then... then I won't be polite. If Miss Meng has anything that needs my help, just ask."
Sure enough, in the plot, Cheng Lang was going to the capital with his master. Now his master has passed away, but his goal is still the capital.
It seems that this person still has many secrets. Since that's the case, keeping him under their noses would surely be the most reassuring thing.
"Right now, Young Master Cheng may not have a stable place to stay?" Meng Ruyi thought that he had just come from the small mountain village, so she asked, "How about I ask the innkeeper to vacate a top - grade room for you to rest and have a place to stay?"
Saying that, she raised her voice and said to the outside, "Lianqiao, go and ask the innkeeper for a top - grade room."
She and Song Huaizhi were originally staying in Tang Xiyi's private residence. She came here to meet Cheng Lang and rented a room. Now it seemed that she might have to move here too to dispel the doubts of the person in front of her.
Alas! She should have planned more in advance. Putting the person here was really an idea that suddenly popped into Meng Ruyi's mind.
It seemed that she couldn't rest later and would have to go through some trouble.
She heaved a heavy sigh in her heart, exchanged a few more polite words with Tang Xiyi, and then asked someone to take him to the room.
As soon as he left, Jingzhe sensitively detected the atmosphere that had quietly arisen around them. She quickly said as if fleeing, "I feel a bit numb all over after the acupuncture. I'll go for a walk outside."
After saying that, she fled. The room was instantly left with only Meng Ruyi and Song Huaizhi.
Only then did Meng Ruyi realize that she had ignored Song Huaizhi sitting beside her just now. She suddenly felt a bit guilty and explained, "Brother Song, this Cheng Lang is also a talented person, and he seems a bit strange. It must be a good thing to keep him under our noses."
Hearing this, Song Huaizhi looked up. There was a hint of darkness in his eyes, and his eyebrows were slightly raised. "Really?"
It seems that Brother Song is angry? Is he angry that she made the decision without permission or that she kept Cheng Lang?
Meng Ruyi was speechless, but due to her guilt, she hung her head dejectedly and said nothing.
"Look up," Song Huaizhi's voice was cold. When it reached Meng Ruyi's ears, it actually carried a hint of coldness that she rarely heard on weekdays.
She looked up and met the deep eyes of the person in front of her. Song Huaizhi stood up, pulled out the chair beside Meng Ruyi, and said, "What's wrong? Yu'er, do you have something to hide from me?"
Nothing could be hidden from Song Huaizhi.
Meng Ruyi avoided his gaze. "There really is, but I can't say it now."
After saying that, she looked evasive and avoided the gaze of the person in front of her.
"It seems that Yu'er has really grown up," Song Huaizhi said. His voice seemed to be a sigh, but it carried a hint of indescribable loss. "Now she even has her own little secrets."
Meng Ruyi was not convinced. She looked up and said, "Brother Song also has many secrets that I don't know, and I don't ask. Can't I have mine?"
Ready to ignite at any moment.