Time-traveling Famous Doctors Are Hard to Find

When Song Mingzhe recalled that day, his memory was a little fuzzy, it was an ordinary day.In the morning, I received a note from Xiao Yuchun, saying that Brother Yu prepares seasonal fresh vegetables, fat chicken and roast duck, and waits for you with an empty table, which is more touching than any sweet words.Song Mingzhe was at home, and his heart had already flown to Duanwang Mansion, so he immediately packed himself and went to Duanwang Mansion for morning tea.

"This is what you like," Xiao Yuchun smiled and handed Song Mingzhe a cage of crystal shrimp dumplings. Song Mingzhe hummed a few times casually, his hands were fast, and those with weak eyesight could only see afterimages but not the real body.Duanwangfu's dim sum is really authentic, regardless of cost, just for delicious taste.Song Mingzhe bit the hot soup bag carefully, sucking the delicious soup inside.

"By the way, I checked Master Xu's paintings. The only thing I can find is the place where the paintings were made. In the southwestern borderland, I visited the old servants of Xu's mansion. They told me that Master Xu once traveled all over famous mountains and rivers to sketch from nature when he was young. A few years later, I came back with this painting depressed."

Xiao Yuchun watched Song Mingzhe busy in the cage and seasoning dishes like swallows, and paused, "Someone said that Master Xu probably abandoned his pregnant lover outside and came back, so he felt guilty."

There was some sauce on Song Mingzhe's lips, Xiao Yuchun pulled Song Mingzhe's face to look at it, "It's dirty." He leaned over and licked it lightly.

Song Mingzhe felt that the place licked by Xiao Yuchun was numb and itchy as if it had been touched by fire.He subconsciously stroked the corner of his mouth, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly like a lingering butterfly.

"By the way, I don't know recently..." Xiao Yuchun was about to say something, but was suddenly interrupted by a rapid knock on the door.

"Master, master, it's not good. There are people in the palace, and they say it's a mess!" Xiao Yuchun immediately stood up when he heard this, and almost knocked over his Bak Kut Teh. Fortunately, our quick-sighted Song Xiaoguan gave us a hand Only by catching it, a foreseeable tragedy was avoided.

Xiao Yuchun adjusted his doctor's clothes, but he glanced at Song Mingzhe.Song Mingzhe pretended to be careless and picked up another soup bag for himself, and waved his hand to show that you are busy, I understand.Xiao Yuchun ran out as if flying.Song Mingzhe listened to the prince talking outside the door with his ears upright, but he no longer had any appetite, so he put down his chopsticks and sighed.

Just when Song Mingzhe was about to end his morning tea hastily, a little girl rushed in without knowing the seriousness.

"Ah, I didn't see anything. Master, please forgive me. Que'er won't dare again!" The little girl's appearance of crying made Song Mingzhe very curious, what kind of ghost and snake spirit was he, to make people afraid of becoming a monster? This way.

"Don't cry, just say it. Are you hungry? I'll give you some snacks here." Song Mingzhe comforted Que'er gently. Que'er wiped the tears from his cheeks, looked up at Song Mingzhe timidly, and tried hard to swallow. Drooling. "I want to eat some snacks." Song Mingzhe stroked his forehead, thinking that the Daduan Palace is full of surprises. Under the strict and strict family management style, there is such an innocent and innocent little girl.Last time he wanted to reward Xifeng with food, but Xifeng tried the poison several times with silver needles up and down, completely ignoring Song Mingzhe's depressed face, and finally picked up a little bit with his fingertips, which really insulted the deliciousness of roast chicken !

Que'er gobbled up the snacks, Song Mingzhe poured her a cup of tea with a smile, "Don't choke." Que'er finally gulped down the sea, and Song Mingzhe watched in amazement.

"Whose room are you from, Mrs. Shizi?" Song Mingzhe asked with his head tilted. Such a maid who lacks etiquette and the fabric of spring clothes is not very delicate is most likely the maidservant under Mrs. Shizi's hand.

"That's not true. The servant girl is in the third aunt Hong's room. If the wife of the eldest son treated us harshly, I wouldn't have come here to find out if there is any leftover food." It was also tears, but Song Mingzhe didn't Concerned about these details, he dropped the teacup in his hand, and asked in a low voice, "Is your master the third daughter of Hong Yushi's family?"

Que'er wondered, "Our girls don't go out of the gate, and Zhenjing's reputation is not exposed, why both of them are well-known and familiar." Her voice became smaller and smaller, and the last sentence was almost a mutter .But Song Mingzhe could hear clearly that Xiao Yuchun also knew about the marriage contract between him and Miss Hong. At first, Miss Hong had a tacit agreement with her marriage, but then she suddenly lost her voice. Song Mingzhe also knew about it.Song Mingzhe always thought that there would be some secrets that he would not be able to explore, and he never bothered to worry about his mother-in-law, but he never thought that it would be Xiao Yuchun who took over Cheng Yaojin's three axes and came in, snatching his bride in one fell swoop.

Song Mingzhe felt that half of his body seemed to be roasting in a fire, while the other half of his body seemed to be sitting in an ice cellar. It was cold and hot, which made Song Mingzhe feel uncomfortable. "Eat slowly, I'll take a step first." He didn't know how he left the room, and when he recovered, he had already arrived at the door of the house.

Just about to knock on the door, the door was opened with a bang, revealing my aunt's tears. "Mat...Mat...is gone." She said sobbingly, wiping her face with her sleeve until it turned red.

"What?!" Song Mingzhe took a step back, suspecting that he had gone to the wrong door.

"First of all, Gan Bao disappeared this morning. I was in a hurry. Mai Ya comforted me and said, maybe Gan Bao went to play with his classmates. I know where Malt went..." My aunt walked all the way and talked to Song Mingzhe. Song Mingzhe pressed his temple. His grandfather and aunt always valued him very much. This time the disappearance coincided with the rumors of the green ghost. Old Yu from the alley said that people had seen the green ghost claiming his life in broad daylight.Auntie whimpered, afraid of the unclean things that Maiya would provoke at a young age.

Song Mingzhe made up his mind to ask Ganbao first.

"Have you really never seen Malt on the way back?" He looked down at Gan Bao, who wrinkled his chubby face into a big bun with [-] pleats. I really didn’t see Brother Mai Ya, um, I didn’t see anyone on the way back.” He glanced at Song Mingzhe secretly, feeling that he didn’t seem to have the intention of passing the test, and added, “You go to Qianmenwai Street to have a look, Maybe Malt thinks that I don't know where I went."

Song Mingzhe was thoughtful, and was about to find a fan to scratch the back of his head when there was a sudden noise from the front door.

"Is this the Song Family of Baicaotang?" The leader, a tall man, stood proudly in front of the door, and pushed the door open impatiently.The old man Song said in a deep voice, "Song Qihong in the Baicao Hall, I don't know what this official does."

"Hmph, I'm not looking for you, an old bastard!" The man casually pushed Old Man Song aside. If his aunt Qin Shi hadn't come to help him in time, he would have fallen to the ground.

Song Mingzhe gritted his teeth, took a breath and stepped forward, "I don't know why this official rushed to the door angrily, why?" He was not afraid of the man's eyes looking up and down, and stood still on his feet, ready to talk to the official at any time. Make a move.

The man showed a ferocious smile, "Well, there is no door to hell, you cast yourself, and you can catch it soon!" After finishing speaking, several officials stepped forward, holding Song Mingzhe down one by one, "I think you should save a few minutes!" Share your strength, lest you end up with an unbearable meal in prison!"

After all, Old Man Song was getting old, and when he suddenly heard that his grandson was going to be imprisoned, he suddenly couldn't bear it, and was already so weak that he fell to the ground.Aunt yelled, and Gan Bao cried and called grandpa.Song Mingzhe calmed down inexplicably, and with the quilt on his back, he asked in a hateful voice, "Since the official arrests someone, he must have a basis for arresting him, so he can't slander us and the common people indiscriminately!"

When Song Mingzhe's words fell to the ground, the crowd outside the door was excited, and buzzing voices began to spread.The officials who cleared the venue shouted several times to no avail.

Seeing that he was confused, the officer waved his hand, "Since I caught you, I have my reasons. Come, search! Don't let go of any corner!"

Song Mingzhe watched his beautifully bound "collection" being thrown under his grandfather's nose, and his face became more and more frightened. Is this here to fight pornography? Would he eat his grandfather's roast meat on a bamboo board?When the roll of ghost pictures was thrown out, he felt an inexplicable uneasiness in his heart.The tying method on the original picture scroll is obviously different from my own.The official poorly opened the picture scroll triumphantly, and Song Mingzhe waited for the picture of the evil ghost to appear.He miscalculated, and what appeared was another evil ghost picture, with a green face, messy hair spreading around from the head, a pair of copper bell eyes staring fiercely at the person outside the picture, and a ferocious smile on the corner of the mouth.

I don't know who made a depressing exclamation, Song Mingzhe felt his heart sink to the ground, he swallowed hard, his room was rarely entered by anyone, who has the ability to steal.There is only one person, and he often goes in and out, and he doesn't care about it.He closed his eyes, and the figure of West Wind appeared in his mind, is it you?

"Wow, now that the evidence is all there, do you have something to say!" Song Mingzhe retorted loudly as the official's triangular eyes stared at him, "How can you convict me based on just a painting? There are still people in this world. The king's law!" Song Mingzhe was like a stubborn beast, still doing his own proud resistance.

Another officer placed something wrapped in a mat not far away, and the officer bit his head and ears for a long time. Song Mingzhe observed the wet mat and suddenly saw a pair of shoes protruding from the edge of the mat. They were Malt's shoes.Song Mingzhe broke free from the shackles on his body like crazy, lifted the mat and saw that the dead Mai Ya was holding a green ghost mask tightly in his arms, soaked through, apparently drowned.

"Who? Who did it? Where did you find it?" The second Song Mingzhe came to his senses, he tugged on the officer's collar and asked angrily.

"I, I don't know, my subordinates found it in the well behind." The official who lost his momentum stammered and answered Song Mingzhe's half question, and then he was slow to react by one, two, three, four, five, six. I was the official. Okay?

"Come here, take down the villain!" He took two steps back, stroking his chest and breathing slowly, "This is a question you have to answer in prison, explain it yourself when you leave it for torture!"

Song Mingzhe was escorted away from the home where he had lived for more than ten years. When he looked back, he saw that Mai Ya had become a lifeless corpse on the ground. His aunt was supporting his elderly grandfather who was paralyzed on the ground, and Gan Bao stood watching him leave. , gritted his teeth and held back the tears not to fall, the rest of the family, the old and the young, are like this, and the family is about to fall apart.

What Song Mingzhe didn't know, in his own situation, more than a hundred incidents happened in the Daliang capital in one day. The green ghost case implicated in the disappearance of the prince filled the prison with hundreds of people in an instant. If there is resistance, countless people will be killed on the spot. It is better to kill three thousand by mistake than to let one go.Bookstores and painting shops were not spared either, indiscriminate copying of texts and pictures related to ghosts and ghosts made everyone in Kyoto feel insecure and bitten slanderers.