Chapter 289: Chapter 118 Little Lord Pei_3
Lu Tong was entirely ignorant of Miao Liangfang’s past, yet he gleaned so clues from the subtle atmosphere between Pei Yunng and Miao Liangfang.
Standing in front of the felt curtain with hands clasped, Miao Liangfang’s eyes darted about uncomfortably, "Yes, yes, indeed we are fated."
Lu Tong mused internally. Miao Liangfang had left the Hanlin dical Institute over ten years ago, and at that ti, Pei Yunng was just a green youth barely over ten years old. What grudges could possibly exist between the two?
"dical Officer Miao has changed quite a bit over the years," Pei Yunng said with a smile, surveying him and pausing his gaze montarily on Miao’s la right leg.
Miao Liangfang’s expression grew even more rigid.
In truth, ever since Miao Liangfang ca to Renxin dical Hall to teach Lu Tong, compared to the dirty man who was slovenlier and more drunken than a beggar, he was entirely transford. At the very least, his straw-like tousled hair had been neatly grood, and he had changed into clean cotton clothes — Du Changqing feared it would affect the image of the dical hall.
Lu Tong had never seen Miao Liangfang’s original state, but hearing Pei Yunng’s reminder, she could roughly guess how spirited the forr Miao Liangfang had been.
She saw Miao Liangfang’s hands at his sides clasping tighter and tighter, so she took the opportunity to speak up, "The new Artemisia that was delivered to the kitchen hasn’t been sorted yet. Mr. Miao, please go inside and help
sort it."
Upon hearing this, Miao Liangfang shot Lu Tong a grateful glance, agreed with a good, and quickly escaped through the felt curtain.
Pei Yunng looked towards Lu Tong, who gazed back at him calmly.
After a while, he chuckled, "To be personally taught by the illustrious dical Officer Miao, Doctor Lu you have quite an extensive network."
"After all, we are of humble status and must rely on ourselves for everything. Without a dical Officer’s instruction, how could we compare with the official heirs from the Imperial dical Bureau?"
Lu Tong placed the dicine she had prepared earlier for Treasure Bead on a small table and sat down opposite Pei Yunng.
He looked at the dicine on the small table and asked, "Are you taking part in the Imperial dical Bureau’s spring examination?"
"Didn’t the Marshal already know?"
This matter had caused a stir, and with Pei Yunng’s extensive intelligence network, Lu Tong didn’t believe that he was only learning about it now.
"It’s one thing to hear from others and another to hear it from the person themselves." He leaned back in his chair, saying lazily, "I thought Doctor Lu would cling to the Minister of Imperial Treasury’s coattails."
"Why so?"
"The young Master Dong has always been well-behaved; he fell out with you and his mother over you. Participating in the spring examination at this ti is like slapping the Minister of Imperial Treasury’s face. It’s not so bad if you don’t pass, but if you do, you’ve made an enemy." He glanced at the dical books piled up in the room and the volus compiled by Miao Liangfang for Lu Tong, his eyebrows slightly moving, "Doctor Lu can’t possibly be serious, right?"
Lu Tong: "As you see."
"Aren’t you afraid of offending the Minister of Imperial Treasury?"
"Not afraid."
His deanor slightly composed, he stared intently at Lu Tong for a long mont before speaking thoughtfully.
"Fearless of officials, assassins, murder, even burying bodies..."
"Doctor Lu," he asked, "isn’t there anything or anyone in the world you fear?"
Lu Tong’s heart quivered.
The young man’s eyes were clear and bright, yet the depths were unfathomable. The apparent concern when he looked at soone concealed a razor-sharp edge that was difficult to capture.
Always ready to dissect soone from the inside out.
She lowered her eyes and suddenly smiled.
"There used to be. But..."
"But what?"
"But," Lu Tong lifted her head, "those things have already happened, so, there is nothing to fear anymore."
Pei Yunng was taken aback.
The woman’s voice was as gentle and indifferent as ever, but beneath the calm, vestiges of hidden profound loathing and world-weariness still seeped through the cracks, as if unveiling the tip of an iceberg.
There was no conversation. The clinic was very quiet, with only the faint sound of the north wind rustling the treetops and the snowflakes softly falling.
After an indeterminate amount of ti, Pei Yunng nodded, picked up the dicine from the small table, and stood up.
He looked down at Lu Tong, who was still seated, and his lips curled up, "Then, I wish Doctor Lu good luck."
"Thank you."
"I’ll take the dicine with ." The young man’s voice beca light-hearted again, glancing towards the felt curtain that led to the back courtyard before walking out with the dicine, "Don’t worry about giving back the consultation fee, consider it tea money."
His figure gradually receded.
Lu Tong sat without moving, simply watching the person gradually disappear at the end of the dical hall. Miao Liangfang, unnoticed until now, erged from the courtyard, stretched his neck to look outside, and after confirming that the other party had indeed left, he slapped his chest half in doubt and half in relief, "He’s finally gone... So, Little Lu, are you very close to Lord Pei?"
Lu Tong was silent for a mont, then turned her face towards him.
"Mr. Miao."
"Yes?"
"Why are you afraid of Pei Yunng?"
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