When Zhang Feng woke up, Zhang Wen and his wife, Wang, were guarding him with haggard faces. Wang Yue was still standing in the room with his sword. Seeing Zhang Feng slowly wake up, a trace of warmth appeared on his solemn face.
"My dear son, what do you think? Where are you feeling uncomfortable? You're finally awake? Poor child, that old man Cai boasted that he was very well-educated, and was proficient in all the four arts, yet he had raised such a savage and valiant daughter! You almost killed my Feng 'er.”Madam Wang touched Zhang Feng's face again and again. She was a loving mother.
"It's good that you're fine. You don't have to say anymore. Quickly get the doctor to check Feng 'er's pulse.”Although Zhang Wen was exhausted, he could not hide the joy in his eyes.
Zhang Feng looked indifferently at the Wang family, then at Zhang Wen and Wang Yue, but did not speak.
After a while, a doctor came in with a medicine box. He put the box on the antique table and grabbed Zhang Feng's hand to take his pulse.
After shaking her head for a long time, Madam Wang could not help but ask,"How is my son? Is there any problem?"
The doctor closed his eyes and said," Your son is only suffering from a cold. The Yin cold has entered his body. Fortunately, his pulse is calm at this time. You can rest assured. I will prescribe a few prescriptions for your son to dispel the cold and stabilize the Yang. After taking a few doses, it will not be a problem."”
When Madam Wang heard this, she held Zhang Wen's hand happily. Zhang Wen just patted his wife's hand and didn't say anything.
The doctor wrote down the medicine on the bamboo slip and then handed it to Wang Yue, treating him as a servant of the Zhang Manor." Take it and catch it."”
Wang Yue didn't say a word. He bowed to Zhang Wen and Madam Wang and left.
The doctor felt that he had saved the son of the Grand Commandant and was extremely honored. He stood up and said goodbye,"Your young master's medicine should be boiled in three bowls of water and must be taken three times a day. Remember to take good care of it and make sure to catch a cold during this period. If your young master is sweating all over, he will recover faster. Farewell, farewell!"
The husband and wife paid the consultation fee and thanked him profusely. They quickly ordered their family members to start eight pots of fire in Zhang Feng's room, which made the room feel like it was the middle of summer. They also ordered people to cover Zhang Feng with a lot of felt and fur coats before letting him rest quietly.
As Zhang Wen walked, he stroked his beard and asked Madam Wang,""Do you feel that Feng 'er is a little strange?"
"What's so strange about your own son?" Madam Wang rebuked.”
"Don't you think that when he woke up, his eyes were lifeless and he didn't have any reaction when he looked at us? Why didn't Father and Mother call out?"
"That's because our son is sick. If you were to soak in such cold water, wouldn't you be so cold that you wouldn't even have the strength to fart?”
"That's true. "The Grand Commandant didn't care about his wife's sharp tongue at all. He thought for a moment. What could happen if she woke up? So he left with peace of mind.
Zhang Feng only felt a chill run down his spine and his body was weak. He didn't have much strength to open his eyes. His mouth seemed to be burning with anger, but he couldn't say anything. The two strangers had been muttering beside him for a long time, but they had Henan accents. Could it be?？？？No way, I've already transmigrated once…(Hehe, I have a transmigration novel)
For several days, Wang and Zhang Wen visited Zhang Feng in their son's " saunas " from time to time. Zhang Feng got better day by day under such care, but what Zhang Wen worried about happened. Zhang Feng did not speak all this while. He only hummed twice when he needed to pee or when he was hungry.
"Oh no, what should I do? My body is gradually getting better, but why doesn't she remember the two of us?”Zhang Wen was so anxious that he paced around the room.
"If that's the case, I'll go to White Horse Temple tomorrow to pray for Feng 'er. You must go with me."”
"That's good too. A few famous doctors in the capital all said that Feng 'er is fine…Sigh, I wonder if it's because their medical skills aren't good enough, or if Feng' er is destined to meet with this calamity?”
"Bah! You're the one who has a calamity, why are you cursing your son? When you go to the White Horse Temple tomorrow, be careful when you make a wish to the Bodhisattva. Be careful of retribution!”
In Zhang Feng's room.
A little maid carefully supported Zhang Feng's body and made him lean against her body. She then put a bowl filled with black medicine into Zhang Feng's mouth.
"Mmm, bitter." Zhang Feng's small head tilted to the side.
He wondered if the doctor had a kickback at this time, but he actually prescribed so much medicine three times a day. It was too much to drink.
The little girl was only thirteen or fourteen years old. She coaxed and threatened this child who was actually thirty years old."Young Master, you need to take the medicine to get better faster, so that you can get up earlier and order your 'men' to go to the south of the city…"
At this point, she started laughing." Hehe, why don't you let your master, Wang Yue, feed you?”
Zhang Feng's eyes rolled a few times as he thought of that cool-looking man. It turned out that he was Wang Yue!
Seeing that Zhang Feng still did not move, the little girl became anxious. If Young Master did not drink the medicine, Master and Madam would blame him.
"Young Master, Old Master and Madam only have one son. If you don't drink the medicine, how can you let them worry about you every day?”
These words made Zhang Feng slightly moved. These two people who did not know each other, but they cared for his "son" in every way. Although he was not their son, for the sake of their son's body, he should drink it. It was worthy of their care.
Thinking of this, Zhang Feng took the initiative to stretch his neck and put his mouth close to the black bowl with a strong smell.
The little maid happily stretched the bowl a little more, carefully not letting the medicine drip down. Seeing Zhang Feng finish the medicine in one go with a frown, he said happily,"Young Master is filial! Young Master, have a good rest. I will take my leave.”
Zhang Feng smiled bitterly but didn't say anything. The maid was also used to the young master's current appearance. She gently closed the door, leaving him lying on the bed in a daze.
I'm so bored. Why don't I call a few people in to play mahjong with me? Or maybe he could get a few dual-core computers to play Warcraft together?
Zhang Feng let out a long sigh, curled up his already small body, and went back to sleep.
On the seventh day of the first lunar month, Zhang Wen had been busy with receiving guests these few days, so he rarely returned gifts. Only Madam Wang still came often, stroking Zhang Feng's head and saying some long-winded words. Zhang Feng still didn't say anything, but there was obviously more warmth in his eyes when looking at Madam Wang.
"Sigh, child, why don't you say a word to your mother?”Madam Wang saw the child looking at her silently, and her heart ached. She could not help but shed tears.
Zhang Feng was not a cold-hearted person. Seeing the Wang family upset, he felt bad. He mustered up his courage and said,"Mother, are you crying?" He spoke with a Henan accent.
Madam Wang was stunned and did not react to the change in her son's words. She hugged Zhang Feng in surprise and said,"Son, you finally spoke. You scared your mother to death.”He gently put Zhang Feng down, put his palms together, and whispered,""Thank you, Bodhisattva Guanyin, for saving my son from trouble. My son can finally speak again. Tomorrow, I will go to White Horse Temple to fulfill my wish and donate more money.”
Zhang Feng's eyes lit up when he heard the word 'money'. He thought to himself,' Why don't you give me some pocket money?' At this time, he was using a lot of money.
"Mother, this child has been bored to death these few days and wants to go out for a walk.”Zhang Feng felt uncomfortable. He had to speak without revealing any flaws and act like a child.
" Alright, alright, alright. Just you wait." Madam Wu raised her voice and shouted," Zhang Qing, Zhang Fu, bring a few thicker clothes for Young Master to change into and accompany Young Master for a walk in the courtyard."”
It snowed heavily from the 27th of December to the 6th of January. In the Zhang manor, except for the road that was swept out for people to walk on, the snow in other places was still thick. The pond had long been frozen. However, when Zhang Feng walked to the side of the pond, he felt an inexplicable rejection in his heart, as if he would be in trouble if he stayed here for too long.
Zhang Feng was wrapped in several layers of winter clothes. The outermost layer was a fur coat. The fur was turned out and the lapel was open from top to bottom. It looked like the butt of a large animal. He stood in the snow and was panting from exhaustion after a few steps.
After all, it was someone else's body. He couldn't take this little pressure.
Zhang Feng's boots creaked in the snow. Zhang Qing and Zhang Fu, a maid and a servant, followed closely behind Zhang Feng. They were afraid that their young master would fall if they were too far away, and they were afraid that they would bump into this " butt " if they were too close.
"Master!" Zhang Feng turned around and called Wang Yue.
Wang Yue stood at the back of the group and walked to Zhang Feng. He was not tall, about 1.78 meters. Zhang Feng was blocked by this not-so-burly teacher. He tried his best to raise his neck, which was tightly wrapped in mink fur, to see Wang Yue's chin.
"Master, what year is it this year?" Zhang Feng's tone was indifferent, and there was not a trace of emotion in it.
"Four years of Guanghe." Wang Yue's intuition told him that Zhang Feng had changed. Was this still the same little brat who was running around with a long snot to seek revenge for the humiliation of spanking those who were left alone, who was so afraid that he kept quiet when he saw Wang Yue, and who shed tears when he was suffering from martial arts training?
"In a few years, the world will be in chaos.”Zhang Feng turned his back to face Wang Yue, and his hands finally clasped behind his back. "Master, please carefully teach Feng 'er martial arts. Feng' er must do his best to practice martial arts, protect the country, and calm the people.”
Wang Yue could not believe his ears. He was clearly less than 1.2 meters tall. Zhang Feng, who was the third in rank, had a faint domineering aura like Mount Tai under the dazzling sunlight reflected by the heavy snow. A strange feeling welled up in his heart, and he unconsciously restrained the natural temperament of a martial artist. He cupped his hands and said with a lack of confidence,"I will do my best."
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