The reborn miracle doctor used cheats, and the prince loved him

Time flies like water, and it’s 18 years later in a blink of an eye.

Many changes have occurred in these years, such as the "mountain fire" that broke out at the Zen Ceremony, Ji Yanghou Yu Yu's rebellion and the rebellion of the three Yi tribes, Princess Pingli's death, the third prince moving into the East Palace, etc.

Time is like a carriage that keeps moving forward, and human life is like quicksand under the wheel. Many people have begun to forget the glorious, greedy, and rebellious Duke of Qing, Han Feng, and his unfilial son Han Xiao.

On the shore of Dongting Lake, the vast lake surface is steaming with water vapor, as if there are clouds and mist, like a dream.

On the Yueyang Tower, a man in rich clothes stood against the railing, swinging a fan to admire the beautiful scenery of Yunmeng. The wind blew his long dark hair, revealing his slender handsome eyebrows, his eyes were narrowed, and he had a lazy and unruly temperament.

He smiled softly, and the sound was very pleasant, like the breeze blowing over the sparkling lake.

"It's really miraculous. People say that Shen Qin is a medical fairy. He can identify medicines at the age of one, write pens at the age of two, and diagnose diseases at the age of three. He is also said to be unable to speak. When he opens his mouth, he reveals secrets. Even the scripts dare not do this. I made it up, Qing Yan, could he be a cult leader?"

"This... I have to ask His Highness King Xi to make his own decision."

Liu Qingyan cupped his hands and said, he is the personal bodyguard of His Royal Highness King Xi, and has served him since he was a child. He has starry eyebrows and sharp eyes, regular facial features, tall and handsome, but he is middle-aged and has crow's feet at the corners of his eyes.

Li Yunxi's lips curved into a faint evil smile.

"Then let's explore the truth as civilians. It would be more interesting if he is a liar."

He turned his bright eyes and looked at Liu Qingyun,

"Speaking of which, it's been so long. How is your investigation of that matter going?"

Liu Qingyan frowned and sighed,

"I was at a loss. The officers and soldiers who participated in the Zen Ceremony were dead, injured, and old, and they refused to tell me. After finally investigating a few witnesses, they also had their tongues cut out and were blinded. Why did the Fifth Highness take the risk to investigate? What about this matter? This is a big taboo for His Majesty."

Li Yunxi bent his fingers and rubbed his chin, his eyes sparkling.

"That's why I am more curious about what interesting thing happened that caused the old man to not go to court for 18 years."

Liu Qingyan frowned and thought to herself,

"I think the person who knows the most is the general [Chen Yugui] who is accompanying His Majesty. Unfortunately, after the Zen ceremony, he suffered from soul-losing syndrome and became crazy and stupid. There are rumors that he became an assassin. I don’t believe it, what kind of assassin can burn most of the entire Taikang Mountain in front of everyone.”

Li Yunxi smiled and said, "Maybe he is a magical general."

Liu Qingyan was startled, "How could your Highness say that?"

"Let's investigate carefully, Qingyan. If you still deal with me like this, be careful as I use your pig's head as a side dish. It will definitely be delicious and fat."

As Li Yunxi spoke, he casually looked at the poem on the inner wall of Yueyang Tower.

Ancient people liked to write poems at scenic spots to show their literary talents, which is similar to today's "visit here". For this reason, Yueyang Tower has specially set up a poetry wall. Because of the large number of tourists, the white wall is densely covered with various fonts, ranging from limericks to Lisao style, a mixture of good and bad.

Those engraved verses made Li Yunxi frown slightly, but it was the inconspicuous Chinese medicine acrostic poems in the corners that piqued his interest.

“Go up to the heavy building, look at the cinnabar, and watch the wind blow away the sadness of the salvia.

Holding Xinyi, facing the sea and moon, I am drunk with pinellia agarwood at night. ——Shen Qin. "

The handwriting was delicate and elegant, and there was a sense of déjà vu. When Li Yunxi saw the withdrawal, his eyes lit up and he laughed.

"It seems that Doctor Shen, who is called Qing Ru Curling Kettle, is not pure either."

Liu Qingyan was puzzled, "Why did Your Highness say this?"

Li Yunxi knocked on his head,

"Idiot, you don't understand something so straightforward. Bring me a pen, and I'll also submit a beautiful poem!"

When Liu Qingyan handed over the pen, Li Yunxi stroked his pen under Shen Qin's poem and wrote in a flying voice:

"When you have sex at night, you will naturally be intoxicated by agarwood, and you will also be sweating in Pinellia ternata. You will stick out your mouth and hold a popsicle on the tip of your tongue, which will naturally relieve the fire and produce sperm - Xilang."

Suddenly, this "poetry" brought the capital above down to a lower level, making it so vulgar that it was impossible to look directly at it.

Li Yunxi compared the two poems with satisfaction and said shamelessly,

"You're right, but my words are more fluent."

Liu Qingyan's head is full of black lines.

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