Farmhouse Green Plum

Chapter 611 News

Doctor Lin pursed her lips. She knew all this, but she didn't want to wait passively like this any longer.

Song Ying understood her situation very well. She just said she was not in a hurry, but she was actually very anxious.

She placed the warmed hand warmer into Doctor Lin's palm, squatted down, and said, "Master, we can wait until spring anyway. It's freezing cold now, and at your age, you can't stand sleeping outside in the open. Finding your uncle is important, but your health is also important."

Doctor Lin's heart warmed. He raised his hand and tapped her forehead. "Don't think I don't know what's going on in your mind. Counting the days, Wenxuan's letter should arrive after the spring. How can I care about these things by then?"

Song Ying blinked and slapped his forehead in annoyance, "Oh, how could I forget about this!"

She tilted her head, her eyes curved in a smile: "Master is indeed very thoughtful. I really still have a lot to learn."

Doctor Lin: “…”

She changed her "nod" to "poke," pressing Song Ying's forehead gently. "Where did you learn those slick words? And you're only half-baked at that. I'll have Yuan Qing teach you how to flatter without leaving any trace and make people happy."

Song Ying smiled slyly, "Shouldn't I learn from the Immortal Poet and Lord Wang?"

Doctor Lin was stunned. She knew the poet Li Bai, but who was Lord Wang?

Doctor Ma was also puzzled. Among the cabinet ministers of the previous generation, there was indeed a minister named Wang. The question was, how could his niece, a girl who had never been to Kyoto, know that?

He asked, "Who is Lord Wang?"

"Wang Bo," Song Ying winked at them, "his 'Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng' is the best in the literary world. We must study it carefully."

Doctor Lin smiled, and then he remembered that because "Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng" was widely circulated, people also respectfully called him "Wang Ge Lao". There was also a line in an opera: "Wang Ge Lao's poem shocked the whole audience."

For a moment, the three of them were so happy that they no longer felt depressed.

After a while, Tong Yunshu came. She had obviously learned the news from Tong the coroner, and came to pay her respects as a junior to Doctor Lin and Doctor Ma.

Doctor Lin took out a bracelet from his hand and gave it to her. Doctor Ma was in a dilemma. He was used to being simple and didn't even have a jade ring on him. For a moment, he really didn't know what to give as a gift to the youngster. He couldn't just give her silver.

Upon seeing this, Song Ying took off the plum blossom hairpin on her head and handed it to him, giving him a gift.

In the past, she didn’t quite understand why the ladies of wealthy families loved to wear bracelets on their hands, and some even wore several bracelets in a set, which was very troublesome. It turned out that it was to prevent this kind of situation.

In the evening, the child coroner came to the clinic and said that he was in a hurry in the morning and had not had time to give the younger generation a gift, so he came to make up for it.

Song Ying was so happy that he said it was better to be a junior. He could recognize his relatives, the elders could spend money coolly, and the juniors could receive gifts coolly.

After the busy winter months, I should have some leisure time. Time flies, but with unresolved issues hanging in my mind, the days are like cotton threads soaked in water, heavy and long.

As they expected, spring finally arrived.

In March, several servants of the Lin family came a long way to deliver Lin Wenxuan's letter: Qingyu was still working in the palace and was an old nanny, but there had been no rumors of her being "possessed" in these years.

In his letter, he said that Qingyu was probably different from Zhou Dafu. She was simply possessed by an evil spirit and did not have that strange disease.

Doctor Lin took the letter and looked at it with her eyes down. It was only two pages, but she read it for a very long time, so long that Song Ying suspected that she had fallen asleep.

After a long while, she finally raised her eyes and said to the waiting servants, "Rest well for the next two days and prepare anything you need for the journey. We will return to the capital in seven days."

The servant agreed.

After they left, Song Ying immediately said worriedly, "Master, shouldn't we take a long-term view on this matter? Once Senior Brother has verified that Qingyu has that strange disease, it won't be too late for us to go to the capital."

Doctor Lin shook his head slightly. "Qingyu serves the Concubine Dowager and lives in the inner palace. The Lin family are all commoners. It's extremely difficult to see her, let alone verify her identity. I have to go back for this matter."

Song Ying frowned and thought about it, it was true that only the master could have contact with people in the palace.

"What do I need to prepare for the trip to the capital? I'll go shopping tomorrow. I also need to go home and tell my grandma and the others..."

"No, you don't have to go." Doctor Lin interrupted her. She raised her hand and brushed across the pile of yellowed medical books on the desk, her fingertips lingering on the spines. "This roomful of medical books and classics are left to you. You must study them carefully and pass on the legacy of your master."

"No, I have to go. Master, I'm worried about you going to the capital alone." After saying this, Song Ying suddenly felt that there was something wrong with his master's tone in the second half of the sentence. "No, Master, why do I hear you sound like... leaving your last words?"

Doctor Lin poked her head and said, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Song Ying was extremely panicked. He stared at her face, unwilling to miss a single expression on her face. "No, Master, something is wrong with you. Tell me the truth, is this return to the capital to clear your name very uncertain and dangerous?"

"It involves imperial power, and Qingyu's illness is uncertain, so naturally there's no guarantee. But there's no danger. Your master treated the late empress dowager for many years and has extensive connections both in the palace and in Beijing. How could he lose his life over such a small matter?"

Lose your life!!!

Song Ying's heart trembled when he heard this. "How can this be a small matter? The incident back then was most likely framed by the current old emperor. He is probably unwilling to overturn the Jiang family's verdict. If we overturn the verdict, we will go against his wishes. How can it be a small matter?"

Having said that, she clearly realized how dangerous this matter was. They might have to confront the emperor. No wonder her master had already started to arrange her funeral.

She softened her tone and pleaded, "Master, if we're not sure, we can just wait a little longer. We've waited all these years, so a little longer won't hurt."

Doctor Lin stroked her hair gently and sighed, "I can't wait any longer. I'm old, and I don't know when I'll pass away."

"Pooh, pooh, pooh!" Song Ying said anxiously, "Master, may you live a long and healthy life!"

Doctor Lin smiled and said, "Even if your master lives to be a hundred years old, Nanny Qingyu is already old. She may be the only one who can prove your master's innocence. If we miss her, it will be even more difficult to overturn the case."

"No matter how difficult things are in this world, there are always ways to solve them. We can't risk our lives any more."

"Everyone is destined to die. Death can be heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather." Doctor Lin looked out the window. "For me, clearing my master's name and restoring the name of my school is more important than my own life."

Song Ying couldn't accept it. "Master, if you do this, even in the netherworld, our ancestors won't be at peace. They definitely want you to live well."