Time-traveling Famous Doctors Are Hard to Find

Xiao Yuchun personally went to pick up the prisoner at the gate of Sima Prison, and got the news from Mei Yingqiu that he dropped a set of Ru Kiln cups after the rain, which almost lifted the roof of the prison.Okay, you said that Song Mingzhe was ill, Xiao Yuchun stared at the warden from room to room.

"Don't worry, patients. There are many people in the prison now. Let's search slowly and find it." The fan in his hand was blowing, it was clear that there was a breeze, and the warden seemed to be in a mountain of flames, with sweat on his forehead rushing out. With trembling calves, he looked extremely embarrassed, and finally admitted that he was taken away by Sima Prison half a month ago.

Xiao Yuchun rushed to the gate of Sima Prison in a fit of anger. The person who received Sima Prison last year was still there, served him tea, checked for a long time, and told others that he was still there.Xiao Yuchun's heart was half relieved. At that time, the second brother, it was the reception staff who asked him if his nose was not his nose and his eyes were not his eyes.

Just do what you want.

Xiao Yuchun didn't touch the tea in Sima Prison, and asked to wait at the gate of the prison in person.Sima prison is said to be a prison, but in fact it is more like a tower of practice.Xiao Yuchun stopped and stood under the pagoda, looking at the flying eaves that seemed to be showing their teeth and claws, and the ringing soul-calling bell under the eaves.

"People have come out, and they are not responsible for going ten feet away!" A man in white clothes shouted loudly at the door, Xiao Yuchun stared at him, looking up and down, Song Mingzhe was wearing a fairly clean black cloth, although his face was pale A few, but no serious injuries.The other half of Xiao Yuchun's heart was also relieved.

One step, two steps, three steps, Song Mingzhe raised his feet and walked towards Xiao Yuchun, his face was expressionless, and his eyes were fixed on Xiao Yuchun.Now even Xiao Yuchun felt something was wrong, shouldn't he open his hands and give himself a reassuring hug at this time?

Just right, after walking ten feet away, the muscles on Song Mingzhe's face twitched, he smiled, his legs and feet went limp, and he was already paralyzed.Xiao Yuchun rushed up to help him up in a hurry, and broke the fan bone he had always cherished in his haste.

"Song Mingzhe, Song Mingzhe, wake up!" Xiao Yuchun sat on the ground with disheveled hair, shaking Song Mingzhe desperately.

Song Mingzhe slowly opened his eyes, as if he had just seen the little prince, his voice was as low as a mosquito, "Are you here?"

Xiao Yuchun let out a hum in his throat, and stroked Song Mingzhe's clear face with trembling hands, his eyes were about to blur when his nose was sour.

"Don't let grandfather see what I, this, look like." In just one sentence, Song Mingzhe seemed to have spent a lot of effort to finish the sentence. After speaking, he turned his body sideways and tried to look up at Xiao Yuchun's chin.After he had a good word, Song Mingzhe let out a breath slowly, not knowing whether he passed out or fell asleep.

With ten fingers like a mallet, Xiao Yuchun untied Song Mingzhe's neckline, and took a deep breath.The right half of his body was densely covered with small wounds, with a particularly deep one at the shoulder blade.The wound has been cleaned and treated, perhaps with ointment, but it adds a bit of ferocity.

He must be in pain, the last time he went to eat a hot casserole and was scalded for a while, he whimpered and hummed all night.He believes that he will rescue him early, he has said so many big words on the desk and bed, and he always blinks his eyes at himself.He must have held his breath and waited for him. With such a disabled body, he had to hold on to walk ten feet.Xiao Yuchun has power in his hands and schemes in his heart, but at the critical moment, he can't let go of his figure and his own stinking airs. Even if he rushes in, it would be good to bring Song Mingzhe out a moment earlier.

So much guilt gathered together, like a pot of thick soup overflowing with bubbles, and there was no outlet to vent.

Xiao Yuchun hugged Song Mingzhe and froze on the spot, and it took him a long time to say, "I'm sorry." The three words were light and fluffy, and only the person who was in a coma knew it, so this counted as no one knew.

Song Mingzhe had many dreams, one after another, like a spectator tired of rushing from one place to another.

Song Mingzhe dreamed that on the day of his father's funeral in his previous life, his uncles hugged his shoulders, he gritted his teeth and his eye circles were red and did not cry out; Song Mingzhe dreamed of the day his mother was sent to the ambulance covered in blood, he Crying and shouting and chasing after him in vain, the grandfather outside the operating room told himself with red eyes that his grandparents and grandchildren would depend on each other, Song Mingzhe threw himself on the ambulance stretcher covered with a white cloth, and burst into tears; Song Mingzhe dreamed that he got On the day of the university announcement, I happily rode my bike home and wanted to tell my grandparents, the smiles on their wrinkled faces; I went downstairs with my slippers on and bought some pancakes and fruits. I looked up at the sun. It was really an ordinary day.

"If you can't cure it, treat me. If you come out properly, you can't do it if you say it can't be done?" vaguely heard the little prince torturing the medical workers, another strange voice stammered.

"This young master was originally quite strong. Before, it seemed that typhoid fever had not been cured, and he was imprisoned, and his vitality was damaged. These symptoms broke out at the same time. He had a high fever for a while, and he was unconscious..."

Where am I, I have been in prison, right? I don’t even argue with others when driving, and I can issue a certificate of no criminal record at any time.His body was so heavy that he couldn't lift his head at all, his shoulders seemed to weigh a thousand catties, his vision was blurry but clear, Song Mingzhe made a vague sound in his throat, and soon a good-looking face looked down at him.

Song Mingzhe blinked his eyes, distinguishing the seemingly unfamiliar face in front of him. This person is really good-looking, and his long phoenix eyes are full of worry and anxiety.Like a replay of a movie, Song Mingzhe recalled a blurry smiling face under the Lantern Festival lanterns, which looked exactly like the current person.That's right, Xiao Yuchun, it seems that the converging light has found a focus, condensed into spots, and gradually formed a huge aperture to envelop the whole person.

This is Daliang, I am Song Xi, and I am Song Mingzhe, and I bring a medicine box for myself.

Song Mingzhe, who had a high fever, was always struggling in a half-dream and half-awake state. Most of the time when he was awake, a silent book boy changed his medicine, boiled medicine, or just watched over him without blinking his eyes.Song Mingzhe, who still has the ability to complain, said that the creditors that the owner of the leather factory met when he ran away with his sister-in-law were nothing more than that.

In the remaining half of the time, what I saw was Xiao Yuchun. He clumsily fed himself the medicine, sprinkled the soup on his quilt and face, and almost poured the soup into his nostrils with a spoon.Song Mingzhe said, this kind-hearted person, can you let me take a sip of my neck, so that I don't have to simmer in small bites, each bite is a different bitter feeling, you really are another test given to me by God!Song Mingzhe thought gloomyly, and secretly caught a glimpse of Xiao Yuchun's obvious haggard eyes, Song Mingzhe thought for no reason of that rainy night in his previous life standing and waiting downstairs in the former dormitory.

He wanted to wait for her to change her mind, he wanted to wait for a happy ending where they would grow old hand in hand, he wanted to wait for the most beautiful evening with her, but he didn't wait.Song Mingzhe was drenched all over, and he stood for a whole night, but he failed to make her change her mind.Song Mingzhe stared at Xiao Yuchun with a slight sideways face. Sun Houzi still couldn't escape from the Buddha's Wuzhi Mountain after somersaulting for thousands of miles. Maybe he couldn't escape from this man's palm, right?

With a bang, the curtain of colored glaze was lifted heavily, and the multicolored colored glaze shone with breathtaking light in the sunlight.Xiao Siniang walked in anxiously and paced around the room, but Fu Xueyan was sitting in front of the chessboard with a calm expression.

"Yuluo, play chess with me, you lost me a game when we first met." Fu Xueyan said softly, his voice was like a gurgling stream, with a strange power to calm people down.

"An elephant walks in the field, a horse walks in the sun, life is like a chess game, some people play chess, some people don't know it in the game, some pawns can never cross the river," Fu Xueyan held the sleeve in one hand, and arranged the chess game with the other, If you lose this game, you will win the next game, you will have a profit and loss every month, and the flowers will bloom and thank you, as long as you have no regrets in your heart."

Xiao Siniang's phoenix eyes were wide open, her face was full of disbelief, and she murmured, "Yes, I have nothing to be ashamed of." She smiled wryly, lowered her head and concentrated on the chessboard, picked up the chess pieces, her eyes were faintly agitated, and she squeezed her eyes lightly. The lips, after all, betrayed her absent-mindedness.In the teacup next to it is a pool of green tea soup, with fresh power, the invisible wind blows, and the water surface gently touches, who knows who's heart is disturbed.

Song Mingzhe recovered well.The trauma gradually healed, but the right hand seemed to suffer from sequelae. After holding the pen for a long time, it trembled involuntarily. The large drops of ink on the rice paper in front of him smudged away. Song Mingzhe touched his right arm with his left hand and remained silent for a long time.

Song Mingzhe ignored Shutong's silent protest, and brought himself a big bucket of hot water. In the prison, there was only a wet cloth to wipe his body. Sima Prison had many opportunities to take a bath, but they couldn't relax.Song Mingzhe made a comfortable cuckoo sound in the hot water, and put his legs on the edge of the wooden barrel. I don't know if it was due to Xiao Yuchun's habit, but the bath service provided by this private house actually had flower petals.

Mother, it is true mother.Song Mingzhe thought about Xiao Yuchun soaking in the petals in a serious manner, and couldn't help but give himself a handful of petal water, blowing away the hidden girl's heart.

Standing up and wearing a bright red robe, standing in front of a bronze mirror that is one person tall, the person in the mirror has a snow-white oval face, fiery red lips, and black hair, but the right chest can be seen spreading to the neck from the open collar of the robe The big fresh wounds are like a half rose withered by frost.

Song Mingzhe frowned, "Do you know where there is a master with tattoos?" He turned his head and said to the silent book boy, who nodded, turned and walked out.Song Mingzhe named him Doraemon in private, as long as he wants and needs, he can always satisfy after nodding, it is simply the ultimate dream version of an otaku housekeeper.

Within a few days, a neatly dressed man with well-behaved hands and feet was brought into the house.Song Mingzhe was surprised, it turns out that there is also a takeaway service for tattoos.

The man pulled out some pictures and asked softly, "What kind of pattern do you want, sir, and where are the tattoos?"

Song Mingzhe flipped through the fresh patterns, pointed at the big peonies embroidered all over his body, and felt moved, "You need to buy good flowers, and you need credit for the bright moon. This looks good, but what can you say?"

The tattoo master gave Song Mingzhe a slow look, "Master Hui, don't you hear that the king of Jiaodong regards the golden house as Gillian, and the peonies in front of the door are like the sea and the river, so the picture handed down in this family is called Jinwu Zangjiao."

Song Mingzhe seemed to have swallowed a huge duck egg, holding back on the spot, unable to swallow or spit it out.

"Forget this, is there anything else?"

Song Mingzhe flipped through them casually, most of them were flowers, birds, fish and insects, birds and animals, and suddenly a thought appeared in his mind. "Can you tattoo a unicorn? Antlers and dragon scales, the kind that step on fire and wind."

The tattoo master hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

The imperial city under the twilight has a solemn atmosphere, thousands of drummers are dotted around the square, beating out a neat rhythm.

"The return of the soul, bless our country. The return of the soul, the real dragon of the beam." The drummer's shout spread to every corner of the imperial city.The heirs or monarchs who died early will have such a grand ceremony, hoping that their noble souls can bless Daliang with good weather. Since Daliang was founded, this is only the second time to hold a soul-calling ceremony.

In front of the Daqing Hall, a wizard wearing a wild mask danced with a strange rhythm. In the twilight, the golden light on the mask flowed, like the rebirth of an ancient mythical beast. □□The rhythm of the drummer on the upper body is getting faster and faster, and the uniform shouts cut through the originally peaceful night sky.

In a certain corner of the winding harem, someone burns incense and worships under the moonlight.The official family took the confidant eunuch with them, and wandered alone in the labyrinth-like harem. Today is the crown prince's [-]th day, and many procedures have been completed during the day. The old man is exhausted physically and mentally, and needs a little placebo with color.Ahem, flopping cards every day is so boring. A life without accidents is not a complete life. Even the Ninth Five-Year Lord likes wives better than concubines, and concubines are worse than stealing.The official man, a lonely lamp, walked aimlessly in the night, and he didn't meet a single living person after walking for a quarter of an hour.

"This curfew is too strict. Whoever cares about this end, go back and give him a holiday with salary!" The official pretended to be relieved, but the depression in his heart was not a little bit.The eunuch old Dong shrank his neck and did not speak. In front of the moody leader, he lowered his sense of existence because he was forced to survive.

Suddenly, there is a sweet fragrance that penetrates to the bone, the atrium is itchy, the muscles and bones are soft, and the girl's clear and clear voice, it is true that people have collapsed on the spot before they come to them.

Officials are like blind bears who have tasted the sweetness of honey, standing upright, relying on their good noses, shuttling between the palace walls full of pavilions, sometimes like old hounds bursting with confidence, walking in a certain direction with confidence go down.

Finally, she came to a crabapple flower near the imperial garden. Standing under the flower tree, with a soft palace lantern in her hand, she bowed to the official family. Everyone paid attention to it.

"I've seen, I've seen Your Majesty." The woman hurriedly knelt down, and finally she could see her face clearly under the light.

On that day, a blood moon was bright in the sky. Some people said that it was an ominous omen for the treacherous concubine to be in power.