After confirming that Ji Qingning's illness was not serious, Old Master Zhang was more concerned about Ji Qingning's marriage. There was no way. The Ji family now only had Ji Qingning and Ji Qingning, and they were still living in a small courtyard, not even a serious courtyard. Whoever heard of this marriage was worried that it would be decent enough.

But Ji Qingning never worried that the courtyard was not big and there was not enough wedding banquets, but she didn't plan to hold a drink in the courtyard at all, because the Ji family was weak in Kyoto and had no relatives and friends. Although the owner of the courtyard looked unusual, she still didn't know who it was and didn't know where to send the wedding invitations.

It’s better not to do it alone than to hold one or two tables of wine.

After hearing Ji Qingning say that he would not hold a drink, Old Mrs. Zhang frowned slightly, Wen Xuan looked at Ji Qingning and said, "Are you sure you won't hold a drink?"

Ji Qingning said "yes" lightly.

Wen Xuan said, "Then I will go to congratulate you, are you planning to entertain us with the northwest wind?"

Ji Qingning, “….”

Wenxian continued, "I think you have to prepare at least ten banquets."

Ji Qingning grinned, "Ten Tables of Wine, are you planning to occupy one table by one?"

Wen Xuan glanced at her, "Not ten tables are enough."

It really looks at her.

Ji Qingning was not ready to pay attention to Wen Xuan, but Old Mrs. Zhang said, "Just prepare the twelve tables."

Ji Qingning looked at Old Master Zhang, "Why are you always looking at him?"

Old Master Zhang smiled and said, "It's not about him. Your father is the Minister of Justice. Although he is not in Kyoto, he is married to his daughter. His colleagues in the court will always send a gift. Since he has received the gift, it is appropriate to invite someone to drink."

Furthermore, since Ji Qingting and the eldest son of the Shi family got engaged, the Zhao royal family and the Zhang Ge Lao Mansion have supported the Ji family. Ji Qingning is also his favorite disciple of Old Master Zhang. Those court officials have to look at the Buddha's faces if they don't look at the monks. If they don't go by themselves, they will at least let the manager deliver the gifts.

No matter if you are not there, you must prepare your banquet, otherwise you will lose face when you are in a hurry.

Old Mrs. Zhang said so, Ji Qingning had to obey.

Without disturbing Mrs. Zhang, Ji Qingning and Wen Xuan left and left the bamboo house. Wen Xuan said, "If you need any help, just speak."

Ji Qingning thought about it and found that she really needed something Wen Xuan’s help. She said, “Does Hongxing Building be rented to someone for a drink?”

Wen Xuan looked at Ji Qingning, "You want to hold a drink in Hongxing Building?"

Ji Qingning said, "The courtyard is not my Ji family. There is no difference between the courtyard and Hongxing Building. Instead of borrowing tables and chairs everywhere, I have to borrow people. It is better to rent Hongxing Building just to spend money to buy something worry-free."

When it comes to being lazy, Wen Xuan has never seen anyone who is better than Ji Qingning. He said, "Hongxinglou opens its doors to do business. As long as you give enough money, there is nothing you can't do."

He helped with such a small matter.

The two walked back and spoke. Not far away, Prince Mao looked at them. Wen Xuan asked for an imperial chef for Ji Qingning. It had spread throughout Kyoto. How could Prince Mao, who has always been well-informed, not hear about it?

That day, Ji Qingning vomited outside the cafeteria. He saw it with his own eyes. He was still very disgusted at that time. Unexpectedly, he was so terminally ill. No wonder he would not be able to enter the court as an official, and he would have to be the sick and domine the court.

Seeing that the Prince of Maoguo stared at Ji Qingning, the student following him said, "I don't know what kind of disease Master Ji is suffering from. I heard that the Ji family and Doctor Ning have a good relationship. Could it be that Doctor Ning can't cure it?"

Prince Mao Guo did not respond, and the student said again, "I wonder if Master Ji's illness will infect people?"

It is his own business for Mr. Ji to live, but if he gets an infectious disease, it will be related to the entire academy and even the entire Kyoto.

After just saying that, the Prince of Mao looked at him like a fool, "Do you think the lives of Wen Xuan and Prince Dongping are no more precious than yours? They are not afraid, what are you afraid of?"

People are not afraid of eating, sitting and living together. What are they afraid of if they can’t even say a word or two?

He went to stab this matter, wasn't it because Wen Xuan laughed at him for being timid and afraid of death?

He believed that Ji Qingning's disease was not contagious, but he was really curious about what disease Ji Qingning had.

Let’s talk about Ji Qingning. After returning to the school from the back mountain, sitting for a while, eating a few bayberry pieces, he felt sleepy and went to bed.

After sleeping, the sun sets. Wen Xuan wanted to wake Ji Qingning up several times, but he endured it.

Ji Qingning woke up and was hungry and put on her back. Fortunately, the food was delivered after a while. The little maid was not allowed to enter the school hall, so she asked the servant at the gate of the academy to bring a food box, which were all her favorite dishes.

Ji Qingning washed her face and sat down to eat, and Wen Xuan sat opposite her.

Pointing to Wen Xuan to help prepare for Ji Qing's marriage, Ji Qingning has a much better attitude towards others. Besides, the imperial chef was asked for her. Although there were some reasons for her meritorious service, there were many ministers in the court who made meritorious service, but not many people dared to ask the emperor for things. Wen Xuan's meritorious service would not be able to admit it.

The little maid also prepared the appetite for the two of them. Although her own girl Meng Lang dared not admit it, in the little maid's heart, Young Master Wen San is already her son-in-law who has not passed the door.

The meal was very harmonious.

But after finishing the meal, Ji Qingning wanted to die within a quarter of an hour, and she didn't understand. Either don't let her eat it. She was very happy when she was eating, and what was going on after she finished eating?!

The throat was burning and painful.

Ji Qingning's tears came out, and she turned her head and stared at Wen Xuan. As a result, Wen Xuan's face was not good-looking, and her stomach was so uncomfortable.

Then--

Wenxian vomited too.

Ji Qingning, “….”

This psychological quality is too poor. Just seeing her vomiting, she vomits herself?

He is Li Xuanjian, the son of Tianwen. He has not been on the battlefield for two years. The injuries on his back can be seen. He can't even bear the vomiting. How did he endure the blood on the battlefield?

Wen Xuan vomited, and Ji Qingning not only felt embarrassed to glar at him, but also poured him tea.

Wen Xuan looked at Ji Qingning, "What disease did you have? How did you spread it to me?"

Ji Qingning, “….”

If possible, she really wants to spread it to him!

The response to Wen Xuan was just Ji Qingning's roll of eyes.

Wen Xuan also felt that the possibility of infection was not great. Ji Qingning was not only superb in medical skills, but also kind-hearted. He was terminally ill and his life would be infectious. He would never come to the academy, let alone hold An'er to play when he was in the small courtyard.

But why did he vomit?

Wen Xuan felt that he must have been disgusted and didn't take it to heart.

However, the next morning, before Ji Qingning woke up, he had fallen back and felt disgusted when he got up since he was a child. He vomited all the two pieces of pastries he ate before going to bed last night.

The nausea sound was too loud, which woke up sleeping Ji Qingning.

Ji Qingning, “….”

Wen Xuan looked at Ji Qingning and gritted his teeth, "You still say you don't contagious!"
Chapter completed!