Aggrieved Fish Sprite

"The old man has a bit of a temper, and he has something on his mind. If you have anything to say, talk to the younger generation at home. Don't lose your temper easily. It's not good for your health."

Mo Li didn't prescribe a prescription, but gave Bao Guanyong a small bottle of Cihuitang's Qingxin Pingqi Pill.

Yuan Ting was dubious, and saw that the old man was rarely silent, so he thought that it would be fine if he didn't lose his temper, at worst, he would ask more questions after returning to the rice shop.

When the people from Cihuitang sent them out, Mo Li also followed a few steps.

"Some things are like illness, and they cannot be delayed."

Bao Guanyong was startled, and turned his head abruptly, but Mo Li was already looking at a patient behind him who was helped up by a pharmacy apprentice.

The voice that came to my ears just now was as thin as a mosquito, it should be from that doctor.

But in a trance, it sounded like Meng Qi's voice again.

Shopkeeper Bao lost his mind and was dragged out by his disciples.

Yuan Ting was not stupid. Seeing Bao's appearance like this, he knew that Master really had something to hide from him.

When this tendon turned a corner, things that he hadn't thought about came to his mind one after another, and Yuan Ting's face sank.

——He couldn't figure it out, seeing that King Ning was about to raise an army, did Master go back on his word?

The master and the apprentice returned to the small building behind the rice shop. There were five lanes around the wooden building, and there was no obstacle to entering and exiting normally. Once the spring was pulled, a total of eighteen organs would be activated.There are many skillful craftsmen in the south of the Yangtze River, and Bao Guanyong is the veteran of Fengxing Pavilion. They seem to have only one stronghold in Mipu in the small town, but in fact the whole street behind is full of people from Fengxing Pavilion.

Naturally, Yuan Ting couldn't tell Shopkeeper Bao about those things outside. He pretended to be normal, read the account book and dealt with trivial matters in Fengxing Pavilion, and waited until the next watch before he turned on the lamp and lay down.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Yuan Ting quietly climbed over the window and slipped into the room of shopkeeper Bao next door.

Sure enough, Bao Guanyong did not fall asleep, and sat in front of the stool waiting for his apprentice.

The room was pitch-black, and no lights could be turned on. Neither the master nor the apprentice spoke, and just stared at it for a while.

The only light comes from Cihui Hall in the distance.

"Master, are you not optimistic about King Ning?" Yuan Ting asked softly.

"King Ning's lust is useless, what can I say?"

Bao Guanyong snorted, as long as there is one of the three kings in the south of the Yangtze River, will he be here now?

Yuan Ting said patiently: "Master, the dwarfs are taller than others. Compared with King Jing's conceit and arrogance, King Wu's insatiable greed is just lustful and incompetent. Besides, we are not assisting King Ning. Mr. Qiu said back then, there are lusts and lusts." The advantage of this year is to throw away the favor this year. King Ning has more than 20 sons. Picking one who can support the overall situation is better than the chance of King Wu and King Jing. Isn’t Mr. Qiu’s words verified now? King Ning’s seventeen sons are young and promising , both civil and military, the Chu Dynasty has great hope of revival."

Bao Guanyong reached out and turned the medicine bottle upside down, and directly swallowed a Qingxin Pingqi pill.

Yuan Ting: "..."

What did he say wrong?

As for taking medicine on the spot for him to see?

Bao Guanyong let out a long breath, hurting his body in anger. The disciple of Divine Doctor Qin is really considerate, and he can prescribe suitable medicine for people who pretend to be sick.

"You have been in Fengxing Pavilion for so many years. You have never seen or heard of the famous talents in the south of the Yangtze River. You should tell the old man, which onion is the seventeenth son of King Ning? Or was it being touted?"

There must be praise, but it doesn't mean that there is no real talent and learning, otherwise it will not be flattering.

For the sake of fame, fortune and future, one can speak without conscience, but if one loses one's conscience too much, one will have no place in the Confucian literary world.

Yuan Ting said puzzledly: "As a king, as long as you know people and use them well, you don't need to be better than others in everything."

How many champions have there been in the past dynasties, does the emperor have to write an article more colorful than the champion?

"Hmph, knowing people and using them well is easy to say." Bao Guanyong waved his hand and said with a sneer, "I used to be a member of the army, but later I wandered around the rivers and lakes. What I am most impatient with is poetry and writing. Of course, I don't think that to be an emperor, you must have a lot of knowledge." In my opinion, the selection of officials by the imperial examination is just to pick out smart people. Those who study hard and do not know how to govern the country will at most be admitted to the Juren, even if the ancestral grave smokes and let them be named on the gold list, and get a Jinshi and a scholar. Di can’t make a name for himself in the officialdom. May I ask what would happen if the civil and military men of the Manchu Dynasty were all smart people, but the emperor was not as smart as them? If the civil and military men of the Manchu Dynasty were not smart enough, what would happen to the country and the people?”

Yuan Ting was dumbfounded, and he retorted subconsciously: "You mean, the Xiaojun Wang is not smart enough? Master has never even seen the Xiaojun Wang's face, so how can he conclude that he is not successful?"

Bao Guanyong looked at him steadfastly, and after a long time, he whispered as if in a dream:

"Because... this little county king was chosen by Mr. Qiu."

***

Cihui Hall.

Because of the curfew, the number of medical seekers at the gate finally stopped increasing, and the last few patients who were too late to leave the workshop before the curfew took medicine. Those who were seriously ill were left in the room behind Cihui Hall, and the mild ones went to the workshop with their families stay at the inn.

The lights were still on, the servants were busy cleaning, the apprentices were re-dispensing medicines and making pills, and counting the medicine cabinets.

The two doctors who left early in the past didn't go home today, and asked Mo Li for advice under the lamplight with the prescriptions written in the diary.

The ink carp won't stay in the city for long, and in a day's time, the patients in the city will be diagnosed and treated, at least there should be no emergency rescuers.Although they don't know the identity and origin of Mo Li, literati and inkmen can use poems to make famous posts, even if they don't know each other, they can sing to each other. In the apricot forest, good medical skills and good prescriptions are famous posts.

With a famous post, wouldn't it be treated as a distinguished guest?

The best room on the second floor of Cihui Hall was tidied up. The mats and soft pillows were all newly purchased. There was also a pot of hot soup and two plates of Soviet-style dim sum.

The dim sum in the south is very different from the pastries in the north. They are rich in nuts and pulp, and they prefer to add pickled osmanthus, peach blossom, orange peel, etc. to the dim sum. It is fragrant and smooth to eat.He couldn't even resist eating a piece of ink carp, originally he planned to leave all these to Meng Qi.

Mo Li even thought that the plate of fermented rice cakes eaten at Cihuitang at noon was delicious, but it was a pity that Meng Qi was not there at that time, so it was not good for him to hide a piece of rice cakes in his sleeve in full view.

"This sugar rice cake tastes very sweet, the doctor also wants a piece?"

Meng Qi spoke, but his eyes were reluctant.

The ink carp moved its eyes silently—it was a gerbil that was afraid of hardship but loved sweets.

"Brother Meng, I'm worried that Shopkeeper Bao and his apprentice... will quarrel." Mo Li looked at the dark night at the other end of the alley, and sighed.

"Sooner or later, there will be quarrels. Let's talk about it now, and it will be better if the trouble comes to an end. Master and apprentice Molu."

Holding the rice cake with chopsticks, Meng Qi said casually, "Yuan Ting understands the art of war and can defend against enemies on the battlefield. Once King Ning raises an army, he will definitely join the army. This is also the future that Yuan Ting originally planned for himself. Bao Guanyong It is precisely because of this that I have been unable to make up my mind to have a showdown with my apprentice."

King Ning's counselor has been dormant for many years, and the forces he has carefully cultivated are all waiting for the day when he raises troops. Is Yuan Ting a man without ambition?

Meng Qi continued without raising his head: "Ambition, ambition, and own ideas... People like Yuan Ting are the backbone of Qiu Pavilion Master's father. They will not stand on Qiu Jing's side. Because they feel that what they are doing is righteous, and it is worthwhile to pacify the Central Plains and reorganize the mountains and rivers."

But now is different from the last years of the Chen Dynasty.

The lives of the common people are indeed very hard, and many people can't survive, but there are no monarchs and ministers who can really bring them a good life and return to the prosperity of the Chu Dynasty.

When fighting together, it is the people who die, and the world is unified when King Ning ascends the throne, and the life of the people is not much better.

"It's not that I underestimate the ability of the counselor of King Ning to govern the country, but that he has too little help and his way is too biased. He even used his own daughter to hide his own people in the rivers and lakes." Meng Qi paused and said calmly Said, "How difficult it is to govern the country. My old friend and I have tried it. It takes several generations to make the people live and work in peace and contentment. King Ning does not have so many talents, and Yuan Ting has been in the rivers and lakes for a long time, suppressing water bandits. It may be possible to kill the enemy in a row, but when it comes to governing the country, they will all be caught blind."

The people Mr. Qiu recruited and trained were confused about these things, and they were full of meritorious deeds.

But who is Bao Guanyong?He has seen the founding monarchs and ministers of the Chu Dynasty, and has experienced many changes in the Chu Dynasty. Even if he was a vanguard officer who could only charge and kill in the early years, and a border army instructor who could only lead troops, if he lived to this age, he would be a fool if he couldn't see through it. .

Meng Qi didn't think his old subordinate was a fool.

"What's worse, Bao Guanyong has eight apprentices..."

Thinking of the nicknames of the eight people, Meng Qi couldn't help but choke for a moment, and then quickly continued, "Especially the boss and the fourth child, nicknamed 'Broken Mountain Tiger' and 'Splitting Mountain Tiger', are still serving as military officers under the command of King Ning. Well, if Bao Guanyong turns against that Mr. Qiu, his disciples' fortunes and lives will be hard to say, and I heard what Bao Guanyong said, these disciples all want to 'restore Chu' wholeheartedly."

Fuchu is a good banner.

People feel sad and want to go back to the past.

Even Bao Guanyong was confused by the word "recovering Chu" at first. He hated Li Yuanze, and even more hated Qi Emperor Lu Zhang.

Li Yuanze is certainly abominable, but there are not a few kings who killed heroes in the history books. Once Li Yuanze died, only the "Chu Dynasty" remained that Bao Guanyong valued.In his eyes, Lu Zhang was a villain who usurped the throne and slaughtered courtiers who refused to surrender. Bao Guanyong wished to cut him into pieces.

If there is no such hatred, even if Mr. Qiu has saved his life, Bao Guanyong may not be wooed by him.

"... Shopkeeper Bao is getting older, and the hatred in his heart has been gradually replaced by his worries about his apprentices. Before he knew it, he became a stranger to that counselor of King Ning."

After listening to Meng Qi's words, Mo Li thought so.

"Brother Meng, do you think that if the master and apprentice share their words, they will be able to be united from now on?"

"Disaster."

Meng Qi shook his head without hesitation, "The oldest of his disciples is in his forties, and he's not a child. How could he not have his own ideas?"

Even if Yuan Ting, the second child in front of him, can persuade him, the other two disciples who are far away in Luling County cannot be dragged back.

Meng Qi came in secretly. He couldn't sit in front of the lights, otherwise his shadow would be reflected on the window, so he had to find a corner.

Mo Li simply moved the round stool to a corner, and the two of them sat together.

Meng Qi fed the remaining piece of sugar rice cake to Mo Carp's mouth with chopsticks.

The ink carp took a bite and pushed it back.

"Remember to use green salt after eating." Mo Li put the plate back into the food box and rinsed his mouth by the way.

Meng Qi sat and hugged him from behind, and did not let go.

Mo Li turned around and broke free, and sent the food box and soup pot downstairs.

When I came back, I had used up all the hot water, towels, and green salt, and someone was lying in the bed, pretending to help warm the quilt.

Ink Carp: "..."

It's hot in August, warm a ghost quilt!

He didn't blame the gerbil for heating the mat!

"Doctor is tired today." Meng Qi touched Mo Li's shoulder with his hands.

Although he doesn't know massage, but a martial arts master is proficient in meridians and acupoints, he squeezed and pressed, and the ink carp was temporarily relieved by Meng Qi, sometimes sore and weak, and almost made a sound.

"Don't move, sleep." Mo Li held down one hand of the opponent, and the other hand came up again.

Finally, the mischievous hand touched his waist.

Well, it's really uncomfortable there, since the storm.

Meng Qi used his internal energy secretly, and Mo Li only felt that the warm pressure of his palm was extremely comfortable, and his eyelids slowly began to fight.

"A carp?"

"Um……"

"Today, you delivered a child to a woman with difficult labor. The mother and child are safe. How could I not be happy to see you when you came out?"

Mo Li turned his head and glanced at Meng Qi, after thinking about it, he felt that it was not Meng Qi's fault, half-closed his eyes and said, "The woman's mother-in-law almost didn't agree when she saw my appearance, and wanted the elderly doctor from Cihuitang Go and see. When I leave here tomorrow, I will look like I am 60 years old, so that this does not happen to me."

Meng Qi stroked his chin, thinking that he and Dr. Mo were 20 years old yesterday, 40 years old today, and 60 years old tomorrow, will Feng Xingge think they are monsters?

Probably not, people in the Jianghu believe in the disguise technique more than the magic technique of rejuvenation and immortality.

The author has something to say: The following is not to whitewash Li Yuanze, the main reason is that someone asked Li Yuanze such a scum, why would anyone want to revive Chu.

This question is very complicated. From the perspective of the common people, life was very good at that time. From the perspective of scholars, the Chu Dynasty was orthodox.

As for Li Yuanze's killing of heroes, in fact, there are many kings who have killed heroes in history.

I saw someone compare Li Yuanze with Zhu Yuanzhang before, actually... Li Yuanze really can't compare with Zhu Yuanzhang