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The road to Beimo was especially difficult. Mu Yimo managed to suppress the snake venom in the little apprentice's body with the medicinal materials prepared in the car, but it was not a long-term solution. After months of running around, his face gradually turned pale.

The early spring in the south of the Yangtze River came to Beimo and turned into a lingering cold wind. The wind blowing over Mu Yimo's face was like a knife. The wind is cold, you wrap yourself tightly, don't freeze."

"En." Mu Xiaoqi nodded obediently, and tightened the belt on the robe.

"I shouldn't have brought you out, but I'm really worried about leaving you alone as a teacher." Mu Yimo still had lingering fears when recalling the two assassinations.

Mu Xiaoqi knew that Master was worried about her, so she reached out to hold his hand, and said with a smile: "Then Master wants to hold me, don't throw me away."

"Okay." Mu Yimo laughed, and tightly held the little apprentice's hand.

Holding hands tightly, one big and one small, they searched for medicine shops on the streets of Beimo. It didn't take long for them to find that the medicine shops were all closed, and even the medical center only stocked common medicinal materials.

Mu Yimo finally felt that the matter was not simple, and when he stepped into the medical hall, he asked: "My little brother, why are all the pharmacies closed, and there is no winter grass in the medical hall?"

"This young master is from the south." The boss of the medical center talked to Mu Yimo while weighing the medicinal materials, "You don't know, our Queen of Beimo has a strange disease, no matter how you treat it, it can't be cured, Wang In a fit of anger, I took all the good medicinal materials into the palace, and took them all to the queen's life."

"Thank you, little brother." Mu Yimo cupped his hands at the boss, the search for medicine was fruitless, so he had to take the little apprentice back to the inn to make plans.

The wind in Mobei is cold, and the inn lit fires in every room to make it warm, which saved Mu Yimo from worrying about the little apprentice getting cold.

"All the medicinal materials have entered the palace, it seems that I have to go to the palace." Mu Yimo thought about it, reached out to cover the little apprentice's hand, frowned, "Why are your hands so cold?"

Mu Xiaoqi laughed, and nestled into the master's arms, coquettishly said: "Xiaoqi is cold."

Mu Yimo laughed, stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around him, and said in a worried tone, "Your body is weak in the first place, and you were assassinated several times, so I will cover you for the teacher."

Mu Xiaoqi was happy to have someone warm her hands, so she nestled in the master's arms and dozed off with peace of mind.

"You are leisurely." Mu Yimo hugged her tightly, "I will take you into the palace tomorrow, and you have to be so obedient."

Mu Xiaoqi was fast asleep, didn't hear the master's words, just squeezed into the master's arms again, as if squeezing would make her warmer.

Mu Yimo kept hugging the little apprentice until the little apprentice woke up, then he got up and moved his numb body.Seeing the ignorant look of the little apprentice who had just woken up, he called the little two to bring hot water to wash the little apprentice's face.

"Master, we can't find winter grass, where should we go next?" Mu Xiaoqi asked while wiping his face with hot water to wake up.

Mu Yimo stood behind the little apprentice, fiddled with his sleepy hair, and replied: "Enter the palace."

"Well, Xiaoqi listens to the master." Mu Xiaoqi nodded obediently, and smiled at the master in the bronze mirror with bent eyes.

The royal palace in Beimo is not as splendid as the Palace of the Son of Heaven in the capital, but it is also a rare appearance of wealth and honor. On the way to the side hall, there are soldiers from Beimo standing on both sides. look.

Mu Xiaoqi held the master's hand tightly under the robe, for fear that if she loosened her hand, she would not be able to keep up with the master's steps.

The two of them reached the side hall all the way, and Mu Xiaoqi's palms were covered with sweat.

"It's the strange illness that you two said could cure the Queen?" Bei Mo Wang sat in the main seat, looking down at the two of them.

The North Mo and the Central Plains went to war again and again, the North Mo looked down on the weakness of the Central Plains, and the Central Plains also looked down on the barbarism of the Central Plains.

But this time the King of Beimo was willing to summon Mu Yimo, the two doctors from the Central Plains, and Mu Yimo knew in his heart that the King of Beimo just couldn't let go of the face of being a king, but he actually had hope in his heart.

"Exactly." Although Mu Yimo is not asking for anything from others, he is just exchanging things for things, and the cold sweat of the little apprentice is in his hands. At this moment, he lowers his status and salutes the king of Beimo, "I heard that the people in the market According to the description, the queen may have suffered from the 'Ice Beauty' disease, which has a long incubation period and is mostly born to women. The patient turns white overnight, with snow-white and cold skin, and sleeps for ten hours out of twelve hours a day."

Mu Yimo spoke slowly, watching Bei Mo King's face while talking, he saw that Bei Mo King's face was cloudy and uncertain, guessing that he was talking about it, and continued: "I have also cured the disease of 'Ice Beauty', but Everyone's body is different, so the medicine is different, I wonder if the king will let me check the queen's pulse?"

The King of Beimo had already believed eight points, and he knew in his heart that the Central Plains man under his highness said so much was definitely not just for seeing a doctor, so he asked: "What do you want? You Central Plains people have never done business at a loss. Since you are willing to help The concubine must ask for something to cure her illness."

"It's just a trivial matter for the king, I just want some winter grass." Mu Yimo curled her beautiful thin lips, confident that the king of Beimo would definitely agree.

Sure enough, King Bei Mo only nodded in agreement after pondering for a while, and ordered the maid to prepare the bedroom for the two of them.

The palace ladies were planning to tidy up two bedrooms, but Mu Xiaoqi didn't want to sleep separately from the master, so she only asked them to prepare one bedroom.

Mu Yimo was about to feed Mu Xiaoqi medicine, when he heard a clear female voice from outside: "I heard that my father allowed two people from the Central Plains to enter the palace to treat my mother's illness. I think my father rushed to the doctor in a hurry—" — Those people from the Central Plains..." Qiutu stopped suddenly, looked at Mu Yimo in a daze, and then he continued after a long time, "You are a native of the Central Plains, you are pretty good-looking."

Mu Yimo saluted Qiutu in a distant manner: "See Princess Beimo."

Qiutu blushed suddenly, turned around and ran away.

Mu Yimo didn't care about her, and took out the snake venom suppressing pills from the package on his own, urging the little apprentice to take the medicine.

"Let's go, go see the queen." Mu Yimo naturally reached out to hold the little apprentice's hand, and asked the maid to lead the way.

It seemed that someone had already arrived in the queen's bedroom, and the two female voices talked happily.Mu Yimo took into account the difference between men and women, so he dragged Xiao Qi outside to wait for the announcement. Soon, the voice in the bedroom weakened, and a maid asked them to go in.

Mu Yimo smiled reassuringly at the little apprentice, and led the little apprentice to the inner room.

In the inner room stood an eighteen or nineteen-year-old woman, who was the little princess Qiutu who had just broken into the bedroom of the two of them.

Mu Yimo led the little apprentice and saluted briefly, then knelt by the bed and took the queen's pulse.

Mu Xiaoqi stood behind the master and didn't dare to speak, but secretly looked around the bedroom.In a blink of an eye, I saw Qiutu looking at the master intently, as if to see flowers from the master's face.

He suddenly felt a taste in his heart, so he deliberately took a step forward and happened to be in the middle of the two of them.Mu Yimo just thought it was a little apprentice who was used to being at ease and couldn't stand the courtesies of the palace, so he stretched out his free hand to hold him, and continued to diagnose the queen's pulse wholeheartedly.

Qiu Tu didn't see Mu Yimo's small movements, and only secretly blamed that Mu Xiaoqi for blocking his sight.

"The queen is fine, but she suffers from the 'Ice Beauty' disease, and she was born with a cold body. Recently, she has taken ice mountain snow lotus as a tonic for severe cold. It is inevitable that her body will feel cold. It is better to use warm herbs for this kind of disease. Write down a prescription below, just take care of it slowly." After Mu Yimo finished speaking, she raised her head and smiled at the little apprentice.

Mu Xiaoqi understood, and took the initiative to let go to prepare pens, inks, papers and inkstones for the master.

Qiutu next to him saw the little apprentice who was in the way to prepare paper and pens for Mu Yimo, and quickly seized the opportunity to talk to Mu Yimo: "Then my mother's illness is cured well?"

Mu Yimo nodded with a smile: "It's just that the treatment will be a little troublesome, and different prescriptions need to be changed at different times."

After speaking, he got up and went to the table to write the prescription. Mu Xiaoqi stood next to him as usual and waited for the master to finish writing the prescription. Qiutu took the opportunity to come over to watch him write, and couldn't help but praise: "You are from the Central Plains! The writing is beautiful."

Mu Yimo's pen paused, and the continuous strokes were broken. Mu Xiaoqi muttered dissatisfiedly from the side: "When the master is writing, it is most forbidden for someone to talk beside him."

Mu Yimo was worried that the little apprentice would be hated by the little princess for not being polite, so he took the initiative to stop writing and change the subject: "Thank you little princess for the compliment."

Mu Xiaoqi glanced at her mouth, looking dissatisfied.

Qiu Tu only thought that Mu Yimo excused himself because of his own face, and he was happy in his heart, so he stood quietly at the side, and waited until Mu Yimo finished writing the prescription before folding it for him and handing it to the maid.

The queen's illness recurred, and she fell asleep in a daze. Mu Yimo got up and left with the excuse of not disturbing the patient.

Qiutu also wanted to follow, but was stopped by the maid next to her and told her to go to the king's palace.

Mu Yimo is not a kid who doesn't know the wind and the moon, let alone the little princess's performance is so obvious.Seeing that the little princess couldn't keep up, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and then he thought in his heart how he could block the peach blossom.It's just that this appearance fell into Mu Xiaoqi's eyes, but she became the appearance that the master cared about her beauty and didn't care about herself.

So the master and apprentice had their own concerns, and no one spoke first along the way.

Mu Xiaoqi still doesn't know what's wrong with her, but when she thinks of the little princess looking at the master, she feels sad, and sleeps under the quilt as soon as she returns to the bedroom. Seeing the little apprentice like this, Mu Yimo is worried about the little apprentice's snake poison Youfa, reached out to feel his pulse, but the little apprentice who pretended to be asleep turned over and refused.

"Let's go, let's wait until you wake up." Mu Yimo pampered the little apprentice's head, and took a nap on the couch next to him.

There is a wind blowing outside the window, blowing the fallen leaves on the ground, as if a snowstorm is brewing, just like the red-stained paper with the prescription written on it, the user has no intention, the seer intends it, and it falls into the eyes of the caring person A different thought was brewing.