fake prince

Chapter 24 Hematemesis
Only 14 years old, in her own world, still in junior high school, standard Luo Li!

However, just after saying this, Ye Buhui became obviously angry again, and stared directly, his eyes became fierce, as if he wanted to eat people.

"Weird, why are you staring at me? Didn't I just follow her?" Su Ziji felt innocent, and entered the bookshop with a blank expression.

He just came in, Ye Buhui closed the door directly.

"We're not doing business today, let's go, my father is waiting for you inside!" With a snort, Ye Buhui walked in first, without waiting for him.

Su Ziji rubbed his nose, feeling that he would always be at a disadvantage in front of her, but he couldn't care less about a little girl, so he followed her into the room and saw that it was already set on the table.

Pork knuckle, cabbage, haggis slices, braised carp, and a plate of rice cakes are very rich, and ordinary people's Chinese New Year is nothing more than that.

Ye Weihan came over at this time and was very happy to see Su Ziji.

"Uncle Ye, this is too expensive." Su Ziji couldn't help but said, all these years, thanks to the help of Ye's family, he could earn hundreds or thousands of times the money in the future, but he couldn't pay it back.

Ye Weihan smiled, invited him to take a seat, and wanted to pour another wine, Su Ziji quickly snatched it and poured it for him.

Ye Weihan picked up the wine glass and took a sip, and said, "Zi Ji, Uncle Ye is very happy that you are here today, one is for celebration, and the other is that I hope you will bring no regrets when you go to Fucheng."

"Ah?" Su Ziji was taken aback by these words, but he thought about the chess match at first, and realized what the other party meant in an instant: "But I don't regret it, I'm finally going to Fucheng to participate in the chess match?"

Ye Weihan nodded: "Exactly, since the former Wei Shizu, to this dynasty, there have been chess competitions held every three years. I have already qualified for this competition without regret. As the saying goes, if you don't become a national player at twenty, There is no hope for life, playing chess requires talent, no matter how old she is, she is learning about the same now, it is time to try."

"If you wait another three years, it will be delayed."

"It's just that my body is not good, and I don't feel at ease if she goes alone. If I can go with you, it can be regarded as a care."

The chess tournament is held once every three years, and the venue is the county seat - the prefectural capital - the provincial capital - the capital. At such a time and place, it is actually for the convenience of students who have love and confidence in playing chess. They can participate in chess before the exam. Competition, can be regarded as making friends, but also to cultivate sentiment.

If you can win, you will have a good reputation, and you may even be appreciated by the chief examiner.

After all, in this world, the way of chess is a matter of elegance. The Wei Dynasty even established an official position of chess waiting for edict, and Da Zheng inherited this system. Although the highest grade is the eighth rank, it is the only official position that women can obtain besides entering the palace.

Su Ziji originally wanted to repay the Ye family's father and daughter, so of course he wouldn't mind such a trivial matter, and immediately expressed: "Please rest assured, I will accompany Buhui to the chess match at that time, and I guarantee that she will be safe and sound when she comes back."

This is also the reason why Ye Weihan begged Su Ziji to take Ye Buhui. Ye Buhui is only 14 years old. If he goes by himself, there will be no accidents. With a trustworthy man following him, Ye Weihan can rest assured.

It's a pity that I can't leave the county seat.

Ye Weihan glanced at his daughter who suddenly bowed his head while eating and said nothing, and felt emotional in his heart: "Time flies, in a blink of an eye, you are almost 15 years old, and you are about to give birth."

"I don't want you to be rich, but you have to have something to live with, so you can't be underestimated."

"Go, get yourself the title of chess player and come back."

When Ye Buhui heard this, he almost choked, his eyes were a little teary, he just yelled: "Father!"

"Okay, dad won't talk, dad won't talk." Ye Weihan smiled, knowing that his daughter was shy, and turned to chat with Su Ziji about the government examination.

"You go to the government to try it out, don't worry about the money, my new books and periodicals have earned some money, you can take ten taels there..." Ye Weihan said with a wave of his hand.

"Uncle Ye, there's no need. Fang Xi, or the Fang family, gave me ten taels this time." Su Ziji would never want Ye Weihan's money. From bad to worse, this is his hard-earned money.

You can't do it for the sake of face, but if there is a way, you can't shamelessly accept it!
Seeing Ye Weihan's question, Su Ziji elaborated one by one, and finally said: "Since the Fang family has good intentions to make friends, I just accept it. Could it be that I can't afford to repay this favor in the future?"

"Ten years of cold windows, no one asked, and you became famous all over the world." Ye Weihan was filled with emotion, drank the wine with a "goo", stared at the spring in the outer courtyard, and took a breath: "You still can't talk about becoming famous in one fell swoop, but As long as you are selected as a scholar or a scholar, you really don't have to worry about making money."

Knowing that Su Ziji was in trouble, naturally he did not persuade Su Ziji to accept his gift of silver. He glanced at him in a complicated mood, and a thought came up in his heart, but before he had time to think about it, he squeezed the wine glass His throat was itchy, and he couldn't help coughing.

The cough continued violently, and soon, the handkerchief pressed to the mouth was full of fishy sweetness.

"Father—" Ye Buhui was terrified, pushed the chair over, supported his father, saw that the handkerchief was covered with blood, and immediately burst into tears, he wanted to speak, but he couldn't speak, his whole body was shaking. trembling.

Su Ziji was steady, and immediately said: "You help uncle to the bed first, and I will invite the doctor!"

Seeing Ye Buhui answer with a nasal voice, he opened the door and ran out.

It was night now, and there were some passers-by on the street. Some people who knew Su Ziji saw him running past in a hurry and couldn't help asking questions, but Su Ziji ignored him and walked quickly to Langzhong Zhao's clinic.

There are three doors in the medical hall, and there is a man sitting by the counter, wearing a starched snow-white dress, talking to a clerk in a low voice, when he hears footsteps, he looks over, and when he sees Su Ziji, he asks in surprise: " You came here in such a hurry, is there something urgent?"

This is Mr. Zhao. When Su's father was sick, Su Ziji would often come here to get medicine, or invite him to his home. He trusted Mr. Zhao's character and knew that Mr. Zhao was not a famous doctor, but he was also a good doctor in Linhua County. Doctor.

"Mr. Zhao, there is a patient who suddenly coughs and vomits blood, please follow me to see it!" Su Ziji said hurriedly.

As soon as he heard he vomited blood, he knew he couldn't wait, Zhao Langzhong didn't talk nonsense, and immediately asked a clerk to see the medical clinic, and the other walked out quickly with a wooden box on his back.

After reaching the street, Zhao Langzhong immediately guessed who the patient was after seeing the direction he was going.

"The patient who vomited blood, but Boss Ye?" Although Zhao Langzhong was over fifty, he was physically strong, and he followed Su Ziji in big strides. Not only did he not breathe, he still had the energy to ask.

Su Ziji nodded repeatedly: "It's Uncle Ye, who suddenly vomited blood while drinking."

"Oh, his illness is tuberculosis, which has been dragging on for a long time, and now he vomits blood, so the situation is not very good." After seeing Ye Weihan, Langzhong Zhao knew his body very well, so he couldn't help shaking his head at this moment.

Tuberculosis?This is tuberculosis?
In the era without streptomycin, this is almost one of the terminal illnesses. Su Ziji felt a little bit in his heart, and before he arrived at Ye's Bookstore, he asked, "Then, Uncle Ye's illness, is there any possibility of getting better?"

(End of this chapter)