Quick time travel villain god is a bit skinny

Chapter 862

Qin Shifang stood behind the counter tremblingly, with a trace of fear hidden in his eyes.

Ling Xiao stood at the door of the pharmacy in a leisurely manner, and smiled calmly: "Young master, since you have sent someone to investigate this prescription, I will go first."

The young man paused and said with a smile, "My surname is Zhao."

Zhao?
Isn't that the national name?

Ling Xiao bowed in a dignified manner, and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhao, there will be a date later."

Zhao Ji hurriedly called her to stop: "Wait a moment, I want to know why you can see something wrong with this prescription just now, you can tell it just by smelling the prescription, so you are a doctor with superb medical skills, I don't know Girl...can you see me?"

Ling Xiao was slightly taken aback, and said with a smile: "I'm not a doctor, I just learned a little bit of medical skills, so I can't say it's superb."

Zhao Ji didn't take it seriously, and replied: "Young lady's sense of smell is exceptionally keen. When my subordinates find out the origin of this prescription, I want to hire a young lady to see me at a high price."

Ling Xiao smiled and said: "You make an appointment with me, I'll go back to the mansion first, I have something important to do."

Zhao Ji responded, and made an appointment with Ling Xiao to meet tomorrow in Jishitang.

Ling Xiao returned to the General's Mansion, took out the good ointment, and signaled Ah Liu to apply Liang Dong's wound and bandage it up.

Liang Dong sat disheveled on the wide couch, with a sluggish expression: "Ling Xiao, it's useless if it's daddy, daddy can't..."

Ling Xiao looked calm, and said with a smile: "Father, apply this ointment for about three days, and your injury will be completely healed. You don't have to worry, this ointment will not leave any scars."

Liang Dong smelled a fresh and elegant ointment smell, and knew that this ointment was very valuable in the market. Ling Xiao was willing to buy such an expensive ointment for him, so he was naturally very moved.

"Do you still want to practice calligraphy today?"

"need!"

Anyway, the original owner was the daughter of the general's mansion, so she didn't need to work hard to earn a living, just stay at home obediently, without worrying about food and clothing. The financial conditions were much better than those of ordinary people's homes.

Ling Xiao went to the study next door, took out Liang Dong's usual calligraphy practice copybook, spread it flat on the desk, then studied the ink and picked up the brush, and practiced calligraphy for a while.

She practiced a thin golden body, with strong and straight bones, a combination of hardness and softness, and compatibility of beauty and quality.

After Ling Xiao finished practicing calligraphy, he handed the copybook to Liang Dong. After reading it, Liang Dong couldn't help admiring: "My daughter's talent is really amazing! Even better than when she was a father."

Ling Xiao turned out the previous scroll, and said with a smile, "Father! What's the name of your painting?"

Liang Dong glanced carefully, and casually replied: "Let's call it Qiuxi Mountain Dwelling Picture! What? Ling Xiao wants to inscribe my painting?"

"Well! Can't you?"

Liang Dong seemed to be overjoyed, and said with a smile: "Yes, yes! Ling Xiao, your handwriting is ready to be a teacher. In time, you will definitely become a famous calligrapher among women!"

Ling Xiao smiled modestly: "That's because my father taught me well, and my daughter has benefited a lot."

Liang Dong was wounded, so he could only eat light dinner.

Ling Xiao ran into the small kitchen and personally instructed the cook to make a pot of health-preserving porridge.

All kinds of mushrooms and mountain delicacies are simmered with old hen soup and medicinal materials such as wolfberry.

Add cooked japonica rice and add some spice packets.

The freshly baked chicken porridge is steaming hot and smells delicious.

Ling Xiao served Liang Dong a bowl and accompanied him for dinner.

After eating, Ling Xiao inscribed the picture of living in Qiuxi Mountain and wrote a short poem.

Go to the water poverty and sit and watch the clouds rise.

Liang Dong was full of praise for Ling Xiao's thin golden body, and couldn't help holding his painting in his hand, admiring it over and over again.

"Father! You have to take good care of your wounds, don't get tired, and get some rest!"

Liang Dong agreed, and a relieved smile appeared on his delicate face: "You also go back to your room to rest!"

Ling Xiao came to the yard, called Ah Liu over, and handed him a pack of homemade drugs.

"Next time Madam dares to be rough and hit someone, you can give this bag of drug to my father, and let my father stun Madam, so that she can't do anything wrong."

Ah Liu graciously took the package of drugs and said with a smile, "Thank you, Miss!"

Back to the crape myrtle garden.

Ling Xiao continued to meditate cross-legged, practicing his Qingyun Jue.

The next morning.

Ling Xiao dressed up and came to Jishi Hall not far from the General's Mansion.

Zhao Ji also arrived as promised, and sat in the pharmacy next door, dressed in plain black clothes, with two pieces of the best quality jade pendants hanging around his waist, his figure was tall and straight and slender.

At first glance, there is a kind of gentlemanly, elegant and picturesque feeling.

The floating fragrance circles the curved bank, and the round shadow covers the Huachi.

I often fear that the autumn wind will be early, and you don't know if you are drifting away.

Ling Xiao took the initiative to come forward, and said with a smile to Zhao Ji: "Mr. Zhao, how is your investigation going?"

When Zhao Ji saw her, a trace of amazement flashed quickly in his eyes.

The original owner was born as delicate and beautiful as a flower, at the right age, and even more youthful and beautiful, just like the peach blossoms blooming on the branches in spring, exuding a charming and romantic charm.

Maybe the original owner's appearance just happened to be in Zhao Ji's aesthetic point. When he saw Ling Xiao, he felt very surprised, and couldn't help but take a few more glances.

"I sent someone to investigate. There is indeed something wrong with this prescription, and Qin Shifang, the doctor in charge of Jishitang, has an extra 3000 taels of silver for no reason!"

It can be regarded as a huge amount of assets of unknown origin.

Ling Xiao nodded in agreement.

It seems that Mr. Zhao is very smart.

Everyone in the world loves money and is greedy for money. If you start with property, you can discover many hidden things. Zhao Ji's move is obviously very practical and down-to-earth.

Zhao Ji sneered and said: "Uncle gave me this expensive prescription the day before yesterday, and it seems that I can't find out what's wrong with it. Thanks to the girl who pointed out the doubts for me, otherwise I would definitely take this prescription back and take it."

After a pause, Zhao Ji looked at Ling Xiao shyly: "I don't know the girl's boudoir name?"

Ling Xiao smiled generously and said, "I'm from General Zhen Guo's residence, and my surname is Wei."

"Miss Wei, nice to meet you."

"Ok!"

Zhao Ji made a gesture, and immediately a hidden guard lurking in the dark jumped out, and replied respectfully: "Master! The subordinates have already found out that Qin Shifang took 3000 taels of silver from the prince, and the money can be found The account of Baotong Bank can be used as evidence."

Zhao Ji asked in a low voice: "How is my uncle now? Has he heard about this?"

The dark guard replied: "I probably don't know at the moment, but if the master doesn't take this prescription, the prince will definitely find out about it."

Zhao Ji nodded with a dignified expression.

When the hidden guard retreated, Ling Xiao had sharp ears and eyes, and he could see the conversation between the two.

Uncle, lord?
Could it be that he is a member of the royal family?

There are several princes in the Song Dynasty, and calling a prince uncle must be a nobleman.

Zhao Ji made a decisive decision, abandoned this prescription, and asked Ling Xiao to ask her for consultation.

Ling Xiao didn't refuse, he came to the pharmacy next door, and Ling Xiao checked his pulse.

After a while, Ling Xiao smiled in surprise: "Young Master Zhao, you are poisoned in your body."

Zhao Ji was slightly taken aback: "I've noticed this a long time ago. I have also invited famous doctors to treat it, but it has little effect, so my uncle sent me a precious prescription, and I want to try it."

Ling Xiao curled up his fingers, and tapped the table rhythmically: "This poison has been lurking in your body for many years, and it is quite stubborn. Why don't I write a prescription for you, and you can take it easy!"

Suddenly, Zhao Ji's expression brightened. For some reason, he had a natural trust in the girl in front of him, just like... a predestined meeting.

It just so happened that Ling Xiao had similar feelings towards him.

When the two people's eyes met, it seemed as if they could hear the sound of sparks flying, and they could also feel an indescribable tacit understanding flowing in the air.

(End of this chapter)