Dressed as a short-lived cannon fodder

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This end was bustling with activity, and a carriage came down the hill slowly.Surrounded by a lot of guards, the battle probably belonged to some big family.Xie Fushu only glanced at it, then withdrew his gaze.Unexpectedly, the carriage stopped not far away, and a guard stepped forward quickly, cupped his hands at Xie Fushu, and asked, "Are you a doctor?" His master suddenly fell ill, and the pills had already been taken. It may not be too late to rush back to the city.

"Young man, she is a miraculous doctor, she can cure the disease with the medicine!" Before Xie Fushu could speak, the old woman said with a smile.

The guard's expression froze, and he said again: "My master is here to invite you." The master lived on the mountain for a few days, and when they went out, they also heard the legend of the mountain doctor.Right now, I don't care about anything else, the master's body is the most important thing.

When someone came to ask for a doctor, Xie Fushu naturally would not refuse. She packed the medicine box slowly, and the corner of her eye fell on the guard.Big drops of sweat dripped down his forehead, and he was very anxious from his expression, but he endured and did not urge him, which was much better than those arrogant and domineering attendants of noble families. "Okay." Xie Fushu said with a smile.The guard hurriedly led her to the carriage.It was only when she was approaching that a female guard with cold eyes came forward and searched her body to confirm that she was not in danger before letting her go.

"I'm offended." The guard looked apologetic.

"It doesn't matter." Xie Fushu smiled, she heard a rather suppressed cough coming from the carriage.The carriage was very spacious and could accommodate five or six people. A woman in gold was lying on a soft couch with her body bent, her face as pale as paper.Her brows were tightly frowned, like a sick and weak Xizi, which made people feel pity.

"My master has an old illness." The maid who followed Xie Fushu whispered.

Xie Fushu slightly nodded his head, with a serious expression.She touched the veins of the woman in gold, her complexion suddenly sank.Innate qi deficiency, poison into the lungs, how can this be a common old disease?Just as she was about to speak, the woman in gold suddenly opened her eyes.There was no warmth in her beautiful eyes, as cold as snow that had not melted for years.Are they more aware of this matter?Xie Fushu considered for a moment, and then said slowly: "I'll give you needles to suppress the illness first." This woman's life depends on all kinds of natural treasures, and getting rid of the toxin is not a matter of overnight. , her body is too weak, I am afraid that before the poison is removed, her body will not be able to withstand the force of the medicine, and she will die.

Xie Fushu gave a few needles, and the pain of the golden-clothed woman eased a little, and her brows relaxed. "Thank you." Her voice was hoarse, before Xie Fushu could respond, she said again, "Thank you."

Xie Fushu: "..."

The guards were all polite, they didn't expect Xie Fushu to cure him, seeing their master's condition eased, they went to the capital without stopping.

"Miss." When Xie Fushu came back, Yiyu looked anxious.

"It's okay." Xie Fushu smiled, and asked after a while, "Is there any lady in Beijing who is not in good health?" Yiyu has been in the capital all along, so she should be more informed than her.

"No?" Yiyu tilted her head, a little uncertain.After a while she said again, "I heard that Princess Zhaoyang is not in good health." After saying this, she looked around, for fear of being overheard.

"Really?" Xie Fushu's eyes darkened.

Could it be her?In the original book, Princess Zhaoyang will die of illness in half a year.The female supporting roles in the book are more or less stepping stones for the heroine, and the dying Princess Zhaoyang is obviously the most important one.

Chapter 3 [Returning the Nest] Needle

"Second Miss, where have you been?"

Xie Fushu just returned to the courtyard when he heard Jian Jia's questioning.

Her tone is not a girl, is she treating herself as a young lady?Xie Fushu looked at Jian Jia with a half-smile, and asked, "When is it your turn, a slave, to ask about the master's whereabouts?"

Jian Jia's complexion changed upon hearing this.Those who came back from the outside really regarded themselves as masters?A gleam of disdain flashed across her eyes, and she said unwillingly: "It's the servant who has overstepped."

"Then why are you standing still? Aren't you going to boil the water?" Xie Fushu scolded again.

Jian Jia glared at Yiyu who was on one side, and then stepped back.

Xie Fushu didn't pay attention to Jian Jia's little gesture, she was thinking about something.If you want to survive in the world of this book, you can only cut off the way for the original heroine to ascend.If that noble person is Princess Zhaoyang, she cannot let her be Xie Fufeng's reliance.The dislocation of her and Xie Fufeng's identities shows that it is impossible for them to reach a reconciliation.The people in the Hou's Mansion leaned towards Xie Fufeng, and that bit of blood relationship was unreliable, so she could only figure out a way by herself.

When she cleared her mind, Qianshan was dark and night fell.

"Where's the hot water?" Xie Fushu asked casually.

Yiyu was startled, and hurriedly said: "The servant girl will go right away."

Xie Fushu frowned, she raised her head and glanced at Yiyu, and said softly: "Call Jian Jia over here." She had ordered the hot water to be boiled, and this little girl was nowhere to be seen, so she must have gone to Xie Fufeng's yard Going to serve that "Miss"?Seeing that Xie Fushu was angry, Yiyu hurried out to look for him.Coincidentally, Jian Jia came back from outside happily. "Miss is angry, please hurry over." Yiyu whispered.