Aggrieved Fish Sprite

To the west of Qinghu Town, there is an ancient forest.

The roots of the tree are entangled, more than three feet above the ground, and the lower part is full of dead branches and leaves. It is better in winter, but in summer there is an unpleasant stench.There are few people here, even in the cold winter, you can see many birds nesting here.

Huzi carried the cloth bag on his back, and was about to use his hands and feet to climb the roots of the tree, but suddenly his whole body was suspended in the air. He was so frightened that he quickly hugged the cloth bag full of herbs, and stared blankly at the ink carp.

"A man in the woods?"

The child nodded quickly.

Doctor Mo frowned, it's wet and cold here, it's not a good place to recuperate.

"There are so many empty houses in the town, why don't you find one, but hide in this kind of place?" Mo Li felt very strange.

It is not easy for ordinary people to enter the forest, let alone a seriously ill person who has worked so hard to hide here, is there any secret?

Hu Zi stammered and replied, "Uncle Lin said the town is dangerous, so we can't stay here."

Mo Li guessed that the child didn't know much, so he bypassed the topic and gestured to Lin Zhong, "Which direction is it?"

Huzi pointed forward, and then looked enviously at the ink carp that jumped to the high place with ease.

Although these tree roots are connected to each other, it can barely be regarded as a road, but because of the snow and ice, it is very slippery to grasp.Huzi has been running around here since he was a child, and only then has he mastered some tricks so that he will not fall to the ground. With his small arms and legs, he can't jump over large gaps, so he can only climb slowly by hugging the tree roots.

Now being held in the hand, seeing Meng Qi not moving his shoulders or moving his hands, and lightly passing the most difficult place, his eyes widened.

"This kid is quite courageous." Meng Qi chuckled.

The other children were held in their hands like this, either frightened to death, or screaming and jumping excitedly, but Huzi was still in the mood to observe how they walked.

"If you don't have the guts, how dare you go to the holy lotus altar to steal herbs?" Mo Li didn't find it strange.

Stealing herbs looks easy, but a reckless person definitely can't do it.

Huzi's face turned red, and after walking a while, he hurriedly yelled to stop.

"It's there."

It was an ancient tree that was about to die. It seemed that because the trunk was empty, it couldn't support the weight of the crown in the end, and the whole body of the tree leaned on the branches of several nearby trees.

Huzi pulled aside the dry vines that covered it, revealing a tree hole the size of a child.

"..."

Mo Li didn't know what to say, but it was well hidden, Huzi was too young to hide his traces, if someone wanted to look for it, it wouldn't be safe here at all.If you want to hide it casually, this person has squatted in the tree hole, and he was only three feet away from digging the ground.

Even if you are afraid of the holy lotus altar, the people in the holy lotus altar are not gods. There are so many empty houses in Qinghu Town, it is not difficult to find one to hide at random.

Hu Zi happily carried the cloth bag into the cave, and Mo Li said helplessly to Meng Qi, "You wait for me outside for a while."

After speaking, he bent down and entered the tree hole, because the hole was too short, he was squeezed so that he could only temporarily use the bone shrinking skill.

To Mo Li's surprise, only the small part that goes in is narrow, and the tree hole is very deep, and he can barely straighten his waist.Mo Li stood still and took a closer look, and found that it was not only the empty trunk of the ancient tree, but also the gap formed by it on the branches of other trees, cleverly forming a nearly closed space.

There were gaps in the side walls, all plugged with something inside the cotton-wool bark.

Two simple wooden boards made a bed, and a person slept on it, coughing non-stop while wrapped in a quilt.

"Uncle Lin!" Hu Zi stretched out his hand to shake the person on the bed, seeing that the person didn't respond, he immediately turned to look at Mo Li in bewilderment.

Mo Li walked over and looked at the patient's face first.

"He's running a fever."

His lips were pale and peeling, and his forehead was flushed.

"Is there clean water?" Mo Li asked.

Huzi nodded, and ran to the corner of the tree hole to get a jar, and then went to get a bowl.

After pouring the water into the bowl, Huzi realized something was wrong, and said hastily, "The water is cold. I'll go find some wood to make a fire."

Mo Li reached out to stop him, frowned and asked, "The woods are full of wet logs, where do you go to find firewood?"

"Town, town..."

"Sit still." Mo Li shook his head, took the bowl from Hu Zi, "Has this water been boiled? Is it raw water?"

"No, it's overcooked, it's just cold."

The ink carp carefully looked at the water in the bowl, and smelled it, and found that it really didn't look like unboiled water, and the water was also very clear, not turbid.

Ai Ai, Huzi Qiqi, said: "Originally we had charcoal, but it was too cold and we had to boil medicine. It was used up within a day after it arrived. I always went to the abandoned houses in the town to find some unnecessary tables and stools, dismantled them and burned them." ……Huh?"

The bowl in Mo Carp's hand was steaming.

Although the internal strength has not been fully recovered, drying clothes is not a problem, and it is not difficult to warm a bowl of water. It is not about letting the water boil instantly, but it is enough to be hot enough to drink.

When the water was hot, Doctor Mo helped him up, and deftly poured a bowl of water into it.

"Ahem." After drinking the water, the man opened his eyes in a daze.

Mo Li pondered over his pulse, ignoring him.

This man was full of beards and messy hair, and he could hardly see his true face. When Mo Li took a pulse, he found that this man was young and had practiced martial arts. It was such a superficial skill for Mo Li. Yes or no.

"His health is very good, but he has suffered a lot recently, and he is very cold, is he suffering from the cold and starving?" Mo Li just asked casually, without waiting for Huzi's answer, and continued, "The illness came on quickly and violently. Use strong medicine, show me the herbal medicine you went to get today."

Huzi handed over the cloth bag.

The bearded man finally woke up. He coughed violently, struggling to push Huzi aside.

"Who are you?" The bearded man looked wary.

"I'm a doctor."

The ink carp rummaged through the herbs without looking up.

"Where is the doctor from Qinghu Town?" The bearded man was very anxious. He looked at Huzi reproachfully and said, "Didn't I tell you that it was dangerous, don't bring outsiders here, why didn't you listen?"

Huzi lowered his head and cried, "But Uncle Lin, you are seriously ill, I can't help it..."

The bearded man wanted to say more, but Mo Li raised his hand and pushed him back on the bed. He stared, but found that his head was dizzy, and he was so sick that he had no strength at all.

"There is no charcoal in this tree hole, and you can't even have a sip of hot water. If you want to die, you can die alone, don't drag this child with you."

Mo Li said his words very bluntly, he doesn't like patients who are tossing around.

This man lived in a good house and insisted on hiding in a tree hole to suffer from the cold. He was so sick that seeing strangers around the child still looked very nervous, Mo Li didn't even need to think carefully, knowing that they were hiding their identities.

Maybe it's to avoid enemies, maybe it's to carry a treasure, who knows, Doctor Mo has no interest anyway.

The bearded man took a few breaths. He looked at Huzi with mournful eyes.

"Uncle Lin, I was wrong, don't be angry." Huzi moved to his side, trembling slightly, "I will study hard and listen to you, but you can't leave me like they did."

The bearded man wanted to stop the child from continuing, but he was so sick that he didn't even have the strength to speak loudly, so he could only sigh.

Huzi cried even harder.

"Stop wiping your tears, take your medicine." Mo Li took out a pill from his luggage and stuffed it into Hu Zi.

When the bearded man saw it, his eyes almost popped out, and he struggled to get up.

"Huzi, why are you eating indiscriminately? How did I tell you..."

Before he finished speaking, he was gently patted back by an invisible force.

The ink carp looked towards the entrance of the cave, because it wasn't him who did it.

"Wait in a hurry?"

"I want to see what kind of patient I am, so I dare to yell at the doctor." Meng Qi bent down into the tree hole and said with a smile on his face, "I begged for a long time before the doctor was willing to treat me, but this man is so helpless." Li, I am naturally unhappy."

The ink carp divided the herbal medicines and put them together according to their weight. Without raising his head, he said, "He is indeed rude, and his mind is not very bright, but if he dies, there will probably be no one to take care of the cubs, and he I don't want to die either."

After Meng Qi came in, the bearded man looked at him in shock and even rubbed his eyes.

Now seeing that Mo Li and Meng Qi are so familiar, he couldn't help but look at the tiger lying in front of his bed. After several times of embarrassment, he finally gritted his teeth and said: "National teacher!"

"..."

Mo Li was a little surprised, but didn't speak, and continued to work.

Huzi looked at a loss, apparently not knowing what Uncle Lin was talking about.

Meng Qi turned his head and looked lazily at this bearded man who couldn't even see what he looked like.

The other party was very excited, his voice trembling: "I know you are Meng Guoshi, please help..."

"I'm not."

Meng Qi interrupted him, and the bearded man froze, not knowing how to react.

"You're talking about Meng Qi, the former national teacher? I heard that he died a long time ago, isn't he?" Meng Qi rubbed his chin and said solemnly, "Even if he is alive, he should be an old man with white hair and wrinkled face. , how can I look like this?"

The bearded man no longer cared about hiding his identity, and said in a sad voice: "National teacher, I am from the Lin family in Bazhou. My name is Lin Dou. In the past, the governor of Taijing Lin Fu was my father. The old country is no longer, and we are here in exile. , I have no choice but to ask for help rashly today. National Teacher, I know that you have great powers, capable of what others cannot..."

With a solemn expression, Meng Qi refused solemnly: "Wait, no kind of supernatural power can rejuvenate your youth! You are sick and confused, and I am not yet! The doctor is here, let's ask the doctor to talk about whether such a thing is possible !"

The corner of the ink carp's mouth twitched.

He wanted to laugh, but held back.

"Uncle Lin." Hu Zi looked at Lin Dou worriedly, apparently really thinking that he was raving nonsense because of his fever.

Lin Dou was so angry that he was about to vomit blood, but he didn't dare to attack. He could only struggle and push the tiger to his face, and said tremblingly, "The first emperor was old and foolish, and did many wrong things, but Prince Zhaohua is the one who watched you. He grew up, the prince was wise, but unfortunately he died early, the first emperor had no successors, and the mountains and rivers fell. The clan that stayed in Taijing was killed and injured. This child is the only grandchild of the prince who survived. Please look at the prince Zhaohua For the sake of it, pity him."

As he spoke, he pulled out a cyan jade pendant from Huzi's neck. The jade pendant was as moist as water, and a coiled dragon was carved on it.

Lin Dou panted and said: "As soon as this child landed, he fled with us, from Taijing to Bazhou, and finally to Pingzhou. There were so many guards and retainers, and finally I was the only one left, hiding in Qinghu Zhen lingered on, but in the end... Alas, I'm going to die now, the poor boy doesn't know anything, and the Qi Dynasty has never stopped looking for him. Guoshi, I have nowhere to go, please..."

"Who said you're going to die?" Mo Li suddenly interrupted Tuogu who was full of emotion, waved the processed herbal medicine into an empty earthen jar, and said disdainfully, "You're just a little sick, As long as you take the medicine peacefully, you won't die."

Meng Qi couldn't bear it, he just laughed.

Lin Dou's eyes stared straight, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses. His throat was itchy, and he coughed violently again.

He grabbed Hu Zi's hand, still looking at Meng Qi unwillingly.

Before Meng Qi could speak this time, Mo Li had already said in a cold voice: "I'm a doctor, and I'm only in charge of treating illnesses. I'm not interested in who you are or who the child is. When your illness is cured, you can take the child and leave Find another place to live in Qinghu Town. At that time, whether you want to tell this child's life experience, or hope that he will live like an ordinary person all his life, it is all your business."

"But... the thief Lu Zhang seeks to usurp the throne, burns the imperial city and kills the clan..."

"Many years ago, the former emperor you mentioned was also a courtier of the Chen Dynasty, but he rebelled." Meng Qi said slowly, "Those who steal the hook will be punished, and those who steal the country will be punished. I think you understand this truth."

Lin Dou's eyes were full of disappointment, he wanted to say something, but finally let go of Huzi's hand.

Mo Li picked up some dead vines, dried the moisture inside with internal force, and then called Hu Zi out to make medicine for Lin Dou.

The child hesitated, went outside the tree hole, picked up the jade pendant around his neck and said to Mo Li: "Doctor, I have no money, I only have this, if you don't mind..."

"No need, you got the herbs yourself, and you made the fire, so it won't cost me."

Mo Li had a good impression of this kind of patients who took the initiative to pay for the consultation, so he took out a few more pills and told Hu Zi to swallow them every day.

"Your illness is not serious, but I'm afraid you will get the root of the disease, so I'd better take some medicine. You can't take Uncle Lin's medicine, do you understand?"

Huzi nodded obediently.

Mo Li looked at the child, and when he mentioned the former Prince Zhaohua of Chu, he naturally thought of Tang Xiaotang at home.

Doctor Mo stretched out his hand to touch Huzi's head, and sure enough, he saw a mole on the child's earlobe, presumably it was a mistake.That Jinyi Wei Kunqi, who pretended to be a guest, was blind as well, thinking Tang Xiaotang was a remnant of the former dynasty who was on the run.

Couldn't a top expert like Qin Lu live in seclusion in the mountains sincerely?Do super masters have to chase fame and fortune?You will never do things with no name and no profit. As long as you keep your name incognito, who must you be protecting?

Just like the matter of Naoshizi's previous treasure, Xue Zhixian went to the poor countryside to become an official because he knew the secret of the treasure?That's why he deliberately disappeared from the eyes of others?

Bullshit!

Mo Li thought to himself, could this be the mediocre fool the teacher said?Belly sinister heart of a gentleman?In their logic, everyone does things for a different purpose.

If there is no purpose, they will invent one for you and take it for granted.

"...Fortunately, the information about Kun Qi has not been spread, and your teacher has not been troubled."

Meng Qi was elusive, and when he saw Huzi leaving, he appeared behind Mo Li.

"My little junior brother is an ordinary child. His parents and relatives are from Zhushan County. The teacher and I know who he is. How could he be a descendant of the former royal family? Kun Qi will misidentify him. It’s because of my teacher, and the second is that the child also has a mole on the earlobe. How big can a mole be? Even with my eyesight, I didn’t find this feature on the earlobe of the tiger.”

The more Mo Li thought about it, the more ridiculous he felt, and couldn't help but sarcastically said, "How many people have moles on their earlobes in this world? Maybe tens of thousands!"

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