Time-traveling Famous Doctors Are Hard to Find

The person who came in was the shopkeeper's wife, followed closely by Xu accountant.

"What did you say you brought that young man into the warehouse!" He pouted his chin and turned to close the door, speaking badly to the shopkeeper's wife.The shopkeeper's wife sat down in front of the bronze mirror angrily, scrutinized her makeup, and carefully adjusted the beaded flowers on her temples.

"You don't have to worry about who I bring here, do you?" The tone of the voice is actually much more coquettish than the one Song Mingzhe heard. Song Mingzhe was in doubt when the shopkeeper's wife suddenly let out an exclamation, and was tightly held in her arms by the cashier Xu .The two of them were like sticky maltose, twisting and rolling on the bed.

Song Mingzhe let out an exclamation from his throat, and Xiao Yuchun covered his mouth with his hands.

"Little prodigal, you miss me so much!" Song Mingzhe wanted to pour himself a bucket of ice water from head to toe with the panting voice of Xu's accountant outside. Well, you can take a video to participate in the challenge to increase your fans. That's it excellent.There are many helplessness in life, so much helplessness does not include being forced to eavesdrop and watch a live hand-to-hand fight, right?The only thing Song Mingzhe prayed for was that they wouldn't tell jokes halfway, and he laughed out loud in the cabinet to reveal our military position.

Song Mingzhe glanced at Xu's accountant, who was working hard, and thought that a real person should not be judged by his appearance. He was about to turn his head to share his experience with Xiao Yuchun, but he didn't expect that his earlobe was caught in Xiao Yuchun's mouth when his ear became hot.Song Mingzhe's brain buzzed, his whole body was already hot, and he was unable to think, as if an electric current had paralyzed his whole body, and he could only feel his own rapid breathing and heartbeat.Xiao Yuchun licked and sucked Song Mingzhe's earlobe repeatedly, and the other hand pressed Song Mingzhe's waist gently, and kept going down...

After the work was done, Xu's accountant was pushed away by the shopkeeper's wife, and she winked like silk, "Hurry up and come down, the head of the house may be on his way home."

The accountant Xu was wearing a trouser belt, licking his lips again and again as if reminiscing, "He is early, and tonight he invited a nobleman to look at the painting. It seems to be the painting of the dead Xu Xiaoyuan. Maybe he will come back tomorrow morning."

The shopkeeper's wife changed to a side-lying position, with a variety of styles, and a pair of watery eyes full of spring.The shopkeeper's wife said angrily, "It's inconvenient for that dead ghost to go to the countryside. The painting didn't stay with him, and he probably needs to come back to get it. You quickly asked me to pack it up." The two remained intimate for a while without mentioning it.

Song Mingzhe was screaming in his heart, shouting, pulsating, in the small space, he and Xiao Yuchun were in an awkward position, never expected to see such a thing when they came in, even if they saw such a thing, he could still hold on to himself, Unexpectedly, the little prince turned into a wolf to attack him.In the later jokes, Song Mingzhe said that Xiao Yuchun was like a wolf, Xiao Yuchun clapped his hands and laughed, and said yes.Historians have studied it seventeen or eight times. From Xiao Yuchun's character and actions in the time of his son, he was stunned to analyze the wolf nature. The truth that everyone didn't expect was just in a wardrobe.

Finally, after the shopkeeper's wife finished changing her clothes, pulled her hair up, adjusted her makeup, she packed up and left the house refreshed.Song Mingzhe never thought that it would be such a troublesome thing for a woman to go out. Xiao Yuchun had already stepped out of the closet by himself. He wiped the dirt on his hands with a handkerchief, and his eyes were teasing, "Why don't you come out of the closet? You have to wait for me?" catch you?"

Song Mingzhe's old face blushed again and again, wanting to stay in the closet forever.It suddenly occurred to him that he and Xiao Yuchun were obviously in a cold war, a cold war, who would show such a frivolous attitude, and instantly occupied the high ground in his head.

One jumped up, pointing at Xiao Yuchun tremblingly with his index finger, trying to grab the upper hand, but Xiao Yuchun did not expect Xiao Yuchun to sacrifice a surprise soldier.

"I really met you by accident this time. You look thinner. I miss you so much. How are you?" His voice was so soft that Song Mingzhe couldn't bear to refute.

"Yeah." People's hearts are full of flesh, and there are certain things that they know can't be done, but smelling the scent of chestnut flowers left in Xiao Yuchun's hands, Song Mingzhe's brain cpu has stopped working.

"By the way, painting!" The two looked at each other silently for a long time, Song Mingzhe rummaged through the box beside the bed, and sure enough, there was a picture of green mountains and green waters inside, but the scenery was not the scenery of the Central Plains. Clothing of the Western Regions.

Xiao Yuchun took the painting and grinned, "I'll go back and find someone to copy, and the copied one will be sent back by Xifeng." He paused, "Go back with me?"

Song Mingzhe shook his head, "Let's go out first."

The two slipped out of the main room one after the other. When they parted, Xiao Yuchun held the painting in his hand, turned around and asked Song Mingzhe, "If there is any result, come to the palace to see it with me?"

Song Mingzhe sighed inwardly, "Maybe."

The hope in Xiao Yuchun's phoenix eyes dimmed, and finally turned around and left in front of Song Mingzhe.Song Mingzhe stopped in place, stood there for a long time, waiting, but Xiao Yuchun never looked back.

After a few days, the rumors of the green ghost spread in the market became more and more unbearable.One victim per night, an old man selling oil in the east of the city, a boy three feet away from the west of the city, an old woman begging on the streets in the south of the city, and a seafarer walking at night in the north of the city.All over the world, men, women, old and young, no one is spared.There was almost a big wave in the market. At one time, it was said that thirteen people had died, but the government didn't notice it. At another time, it was said that Hei Meiwei had ordered a thorough investigation of the matter. Everyone in the morning market talked about a few people who died unfortunately. Most of them are dressed in red clothes. In the afternoon, the streets look like they have been splashed with green clothes. Even the sour scholar next door has a green hat to wear.My aunt wondered if I should use a ruler to tie it on the beam, but my grandfather said no.

Song Mingzhe was moody and had a restless diet. He went to the restaurant that Master Lu frequented several times, wanting to find out, but was rejected by the mutton boss, "Young man, look for Lao Lu, right? Occasionally, I ordered something to be delivered to the official office, but I haven’t been here for half a month.” The boss looked at the half of the unsold meat on the chopping board and said to himself, “When will this green ghost be finished? What can we do with this small business?"

Unwilling to give up, Song Mingzhe ran to the door of the coroner's office and pretended to pick up a wallet. He passed by three times, but as expected, the door was heavily guarded. Someone had already noticed Song Mingzhe and was about to step forward to question him.Song Mingzhe pretended to be a different firework, blended into the crowd with lightning speed, and fled away.

At this time, he received a post from Xiao Yuchun, Xiao Siniang will get married next month, and the signature is the little prince's own handwriting. Song Mingzhe crumpled the paper, smoothed it, crumpled it again, smoothed it several times, If the post can be anthropomorphic, it will definitely be full of foul language, love to go or not, you, what kind of hero is tormenting the weak!Song Mingzhe was wandering between feelings and thoughts, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a round head in front of the window, staring straight at him.

Song Mingzhe thought about it for three seconds. Was it iron or salt used to fight ghosts in previous film and television works?Shaking his head, Shi Shiran opened his mouth, "Brother Xixi——"

Song Mingzhe took a closer look and found that it was Ganbao. He was small and not tall, and he climbed on the window at the height of the window sill.Scary people can really scare people to death!He beckoned to let Gan Bao in, and generously took out his beloved preserved peach, saying that he could eat whatever he wanted.Gan Bao picked up the preserved peach, chewed a couple of mouthfuls, then put it down blandly, staring hesitantly at Song Mingzhe's chin and opening his mouth.

"Brother Xixi, can you lend me some money?" Song Mingzhe blinked and looked at himself with somewhat similar eyes, Song Mingzhe touched Ganbao's head, "Why, what do you want to buy to show off in the school? Is it? You are such an adult, how do you know good things, I will take you there tomorrow..." But Gan Bao lowered his head more and more.

Ganbao's sad look at such a young age is really hilarious. It's clear that young people don't know what it means to be sad, so they forcefully express their sorrow for Fu Xinci!

Before Song Mingzhe could finish his sentence, Gan Bao rolled out like a dumpling floating on the ground, Song Mingzhe was stunned, it was really a young boy who always had poetry on his mind, and Gan Bao had just grown up at home.Soon Ganbao will grow tall like a sliver, become the voice of a male duck, and then become a man standing upright in the family. Time really flies by at this time.Song Mingzhe held his head and continued to meditate under the window as a thinker.Lovesickness is such a thing, if you really want to do it, you can’t help it, and you can’t help it, the more you say you don’t think about it, the more you care about it.I don't know if the plum blossoms under the little prince's window are in bloom, but that is a priceless species.I really want to enjoy the plum blossoms, I really want to eat the plum cake from Duanwangfu again, I really want Xiao Yuchun.

After thinking about it, I finally decided to go. Song Mingzhe went to Duanwang Mansion ahead of time with that crumpled and unreadable post. Let's at least get a job blocking the door, right?

As expected, Duanwang Mansion was full of red and beaming colors, and there were busy but orderly servants everywhere. Seeing Song Mingzhe appeared, a young man with dexterous hands and feet led him in, "Young Master Song, why don't you go to the front to prepare Just block the door, it's a mess inside, the son of the world has made arrangements for Mr. Song."

Song Mingzhe stood among a group of children, big and small, standing out from the crowd, "Next, we will work together as one, with the goal of winning a larger denomination of red envelopes, unite as one, and unite as one!" The slogan obviously did not impress the half who were more interested in blocking wine. Big kid, Song Mingzhe touched his nose, he really didn't have the potential to become the king of kids.

The bridegroom came riding on a tall horse, and his pale face looked ruddy a lot. People are refreshed on happy occasions, and the ancients did not deceive me.Song Mingzhe suddenly thought, I don't know how high-spirited and chic Xiao Yuchun was when he got married?Fu Xueyan was handsome and dressed in auspicious clothes. When he dismounted from the horse, a member of the Fu family gave him a winking look and gave him a hand.It's okay if you don't support it, but it will be broken if you support it. Fu Xueyan, the eldest son of the Empress Dowager's mother's family, Fu Xueyan, today's groom official, actually needs to be supported when he dismounts. The beam who advocates martial arts is almost like a disabled person, okay? 14 years old The cardamom girl can get on and off the horse freely.The joy on the faces of the relatives and friends who blocked the door in Duanwang Mansion here dimmed, but they continued to smile happily, ready to test the uncle-to-be one, two, three, and four levels.

There were just a few people who didn't wink, which spoiled the atmosphere on the spot.Some nephew who didn't know the importance said something in a low voice but clearly, "I can't even get off a horse, so I might as well use a rooster to pay homage, and save the beauty lamp that will go out when I blow it!"

Everyone at the scene changed their colors, and the rooster bowed to the hall. This method is mostly used by people who are far away from home or are seriously ill and cannot get up. They have no respect for the bride, and people with a little bit of status usually don't use it.These words were slapped on the face of the Fu family, mocking the eldest son as a sick and consumptive ghost half buried in the earth.Fu Xueyan's face was like two sunset glows, like a delicate porcelain figurine, which was about to break apart, glaring at the man who made the sound.

This young man is the Zheng family, the wife of the former son of Duan Wangfu, that is, the nephew of Xiao Yuchun's second brother's wife's family. I didn't have time to participate, but I didn't break up with the Zheng family.

The young and young calf is not afraid of tigers, so he and Fu Xueyan looked at each other, and Song Mingzhe next to him wiped off his sweat.I remember that Xiao Yuchun told him that it is difficult to tell the pros and cons of Xiao Siniang's marriage, but this Fu Xueyan has a deep scheming heart, and even with a sick and weak body and no heirs, the clan still tried his best to protect his position as the eldest son , scheming and strength are not lacking, although he has always had a reputation for modesty, but don't offend him.

Song Mingzhe at that time was very puzzled, what are modest people afraid of, and moody people are more terrifying, Xiao Yuchun shook his fan and pulled out a few words, to the effect that, who knew that a modest person would not be angry on the surface, but would not be angry in private I will take a notebook and write it down.Song Mingzhe said it was very reasonable, and then continued to immerse himself in his great business of shredding the braised chicken in oil with his hands. Xiao Yuchun shook his head helplessly, and prepared a wet cloth for him to wipe his hands.

At that moment, someone with a sense of urgency came out to resolve the deadlock, "Oh, the groom hasn't drunk our door-stopping wine yet!" He took the wine and gave it to Fu Xueyan, and whispered to him, "Most of it is water, slightly mixed with water. A little wine, please be careful, sir." Everyone reacted one after another, Fu Xueyan was tested with a lot of questions, and he didn't ask for sports such as breaking a big stone in his chest or swallowing a long sword in his mouth, which made Song Mingzhe, who was sweating by the side, relieved. Take a breath.

Hurrah, the bridegroom officer rushed in with a large group of people, the front door was lost, and Song Mingzhe had a good harvest.Song Mingzhe touched a few bulging purses, and smiled so hard that his teeth couldn't see. Fu Xueyan is a good young man, good young man, please give me another dozen for such a wedding!Just as Song Mingzhe was wandering in the mountains and seas of money, a servant woman from the groom's family team suddenly rushed in, and bang bang bang kowtowed to Song Mingzhe three times if he disagreed with each other.

Song Mingzhe took a look at his attire today. There was no possibility of being confused with the Nanhai Guanyin Empress. He stuffed the red envelope that was not yet hot, put his hands behind his back and took three steps back, and asked in a low voice, "Is that right?" Wrong person?"

The servant woman raised her head and expressed her gratitude, and pulled the boy who was dressed as a red envelope to salute Song Mingzhe, "At that time, the benefactor helped save the little master, I will be grateful!" Song Mingzhe took a closer look, oh, this is not the previous As for the child whose trachea was choked by jujube, I haven't seen him for half a year, and he has grown a lot taller.

Seeing the health of former patients is the happiest thing for doctors. Song Mingzhe smiled and waved his hands, "It's just a little effort."

The robust and lively boy in front of him is the old man of the second uncle in Fu Xueyan's clan who speaks a lot, and he has always been doted on.Seeing that the relatives and friends of Xiao's family blocking the door and Fu's family chatted affectionately, the surroundings were already chattering.Fu Xueyan, who was pouring white water in pain, couldn't help but take another look at Song Mingzhe. The result of this look was that Fu Xueyan used his life-saving grace to play a long story, and invited Song Mingzhe to serve as the full-time doctor of the Fu family for a long time.Song Mingzhe said that you are in poor health and your eyesight is not good. There are many famous doctors around you, so it is impossible for me who is ineffective.The two brushed several flower guns back and forth, and Song Mingzhe almost turned his head white with worry when facing the classical Chinese prose of "Piansi Liliu" every day.