Time-traveling Famous Doctors Are Hard to Find

Xiao Yuchun rode a white horse with a smile on his mouth, passing through the lazy early summer under the shade of trees.The officials have favored Concubine Guan very much in recent days. The three-day court and the five-day meeting are not on the back of my mind, because most of the affairs in the court are decided by the heads of a few influential hilltops. Isn't the palace a tall and straight mountain?During this period of time, the Duanwang Mansion was so busy that its feet didn't touch the ground. Even so, a large number of people who came to visit in front of and behind the door almost had to be pushed out of the alley.

In this way, the sincerity of the little prince who can spare time to meet the beauties in private is really a big deal.

Turning another corner, seeing a wooden sign at the entrance of the quiet and quiet independent small house, Xiao Yuchun pulled the rein and stopped at the door.

Song Mingzhe is practicing in the yard. When he was at home, his grandfather always told him to practice continuously every day, but Song Mingzhe always felt that it was necessary to put it on the schedule after Pentecost. Hate.Unexpectedly, after leaving home, I couldn't help lying in bed all day, getting out of bed and walking around involuntarily.

The tattoo on the body has been completed, but there are still some redness and swelling in a few places. For such a large tattoo, the master originally meant to finish it in several times. Song Mingzhe waved his hand, you are tickling it.Lying on the couch, I immediately forced the master to work overtime for four full hours to complete the tattoo.

The tingling pain on the skin, the smooth lines, and the breath sprayed on the body, Song Mingzhe thought to himself, careless, this is probably the aftereffect of being tortured by Lu Xin.

The complaints are the ones, the tattoo is at least completed, but the injury to the right hand may not heal for a while.The doctor shook his head and tugged at his gray beard, expressing that the young man has recovered well, and maybe he will heal without medicine one day.Xiao Yu was so angry that he wanted to violently injure the doctor, but Song Mingzhe stopped him with his arms around his chest.

"Forget it, life and death are fateful, and it has nothing to do with others." That being said, Song Mingzhe repeatedly pulled Xiao Yuchun's jade arm to try, and was greatly relieved when he found that he could still feel his pulse.

When Xiao Yuchun rushed in with a smile on his face, he saw Song Mingzhe posing as an ape in the Wu Qin Xi, and burst out laughing.

"Where are you playing?" the little prince asked with great interest.

Song Mingzhe flew over with a sharp white eye, "The little prince has a lot of things to do, and it's finally my turn for the 72nd concubine of Sangong Sixth Court, isn't it?"

Xiao Yuchun laughed, and the laughter disturbed the old cat who was idly sleeping on the wall.

"Tell me, with my appearance, can it be seen that I have been tortured in prison?" Song Mingzhe frowned, as if reaching out to hug.

Xiao Yuchun restrained his smile, "It shouldn't be visible to the naked eye." The implication is that Old Man Song can't hide anything if he has a pulse under his hands.

Song Mingzhe nodded, turned around and left, "I've been away from home for so long, it's time to tell my grandfather that I'm safe." Xiao Yuchun was unwilling to be lonely and followed, reaching out to hold Song Mingzhe's hand.Luckily he didn't shake off, the little prince kept an eye out, and made a gesture of interlocking fingers, just holding hands, and walked out, the two of them walked out of the brocade pile in the shade of the trees side by side.

Outside the door, one person and one horse stared at each other without saying a word, the horse's eyes were bigger than the human's eyes, and the horse's eyes were lower than the human's eyes.

Song Mingzhe's fingers were stiff on the reins, but he didn't have the courage to climb up. The white horse Lion Cong kept blowing at Song Mingzhe with its big nostrils. .

One time, Song Mingzhe accidentally said something to Lion Cong, after the animal with fur, the horse didn't have any twitching nerves, and every time it saw it, it always gave him a blow.

"Why, I can't climb up because I can't hold it?" Xiao Yuchun walked over with a concerned expression on his face. The lion Cong, who was so proud just now, immediately turned into a kissable mount, rubbing his long face against Xiao Yuchun's palm.The hairs on Song Mingzhe's body stand on end, such good acting skills, I'm sorry if I don't go to Hollywood to excel in acting!

Xiao Yuchun got on the horse first, and extended his hand generously to Song Mingzhe. Song Mingzhe looked left and right, no one was watching, like a shy little daughter-in-law, dawdling, at least with a little pull, he climbed on the horse.Xiao Yuchun's legs lightly clamped the horse's belly, and the lion can speed up within a few seconds. It is indeed a good mount that the people of Daliang pursue and praise.

Song Mingzhe said that he will add food to Zhuifeng when he goes back!

It was still early, it was the good time of early summer, neither cold nor warm, the leaves were rustling, and no cicadas were screaming at the top of their lungs.Song Mingzhe walked in a familiar alley, behind him was Xiao Yuchun who stopped at the entrance of the alley and watched from a distance.There was still a tinge of coolness in the morning, Song Mingzhe was recovering from serious injuries, and naturally he could not withstand the temperature difference between morning and evening. The azure robe looked a bit loose because of his thinness, and the edge of a tattoo could be seen slightly on one side of his neck. He walked step by step, With slightly red eyes, she walked home.Knowing that the eyes of the phoenix eyes behind him were all on him, he felt a lot more at ease.

Squeaky, the door opened, and grandfather seemed to be going on a doctor's visit, holding the medicine box that should have been carried by Malt in his hand, and suddenly felt something.The grandfather turned around and met Song Mingzhe face to face without warning.

"Grandpa—" Song Mingzhe whispered half a sentence, but swallowed the rest of the words.

I haven't seen him for a few months, and the white hair on my grandfather's head has grown a little more, and the wrinkles on his face seem to have deepened. Song Mingzhe, sniffling, walked up to his grandfather and stood still.

"You little bastard, you don't come back for so long, you don't even ask someone to send a message, do you know how worried the family is?" The voice fell, and the grandfather's slap was about to fall on Song Mingzhe.Song Mingzhe didn't shrink his head for the first time, his grandfather's slap must still have the familiar strength and familiar taste.

What he waited for was his grandfather stroking his shoulders, looking up at his grandfather's face, the old man's eyes were bloodshot, "You are such an adult, have you taken good care of yourself outside?"

"Yeah!" Song Mingzhe responded, obviously he had something to say, but when it came to his mouth, he couldn't say a word except to answer obediently.Hearing the sound of horseshoes in his ears, Song Mingzhe suddenly looked back, and the man had disappeared into the alley.

"Hurry up and go in. Your aunt thinks that you don't have enough to eat every day, and the tears have never stopped." The grandfather smiled and patted Song Mingzhe on the shoulder, and pushed him to let him in.Unexpectedly, it happened to be shot on Song Mingzhe's wound. At least he gritted his teeth and held on without showing his feet.Song Mingzhe lifted the hem of his clothes, stretched out his hand to push the door, and entered the house. The light shone on his pale face, and he finally showed two dimples on his lips.

"I'm back!"

The case of the green ghost was hastily concluded with countless young people who died in vain in Sima Prison. Mei Wei said that the prince's death was of great importance and must be thoroughly investigated. The Ministry of Officials said that there were not enough guards in the past few days and hoped to increase the number.

The officials seemed to be in a very good mood. With a big hand wave, the jade seal was covered, and once it was corrected, the officials in the hall were stunned.By the time the nitpicking adults in the hall figured out that there was a witch in the harem, it was already too late, and the bell for the next court had already sounded.He had no choice but to swallow his saliva and put down his rolled up sleeves, that's all, let's fuck him tomorrow and make his name in history!

Song Mingzhe broke several words in the study. He was in a bad mood, and he didn't dare to let his grandfather know, so he had to secretly burn them.In order not to make my aunt suspect, I froze and said that the brazier was caused by my weak body and cold.Hu's aunt took out the winter clothes she was going to expose to the sun, and chased Song Mingzhe to put them on.

Song Mingzhe found an excuse and finally escaped, so he decided to go to Master Lu to drink tea and chat to accuse Lu Xin of his heinous crimes. By the way, he asked him which way to go home. He must find someone to cover him with a sack and kill him!

I found a quiet seat in a teahouse and restaurant, served a pot of Tieguanyin, and thought about ordering some desserts to go with it.The storyteller in the hall was talking lively, "Last time, it was said that Prince Duan didn't like red makeup but blue face, this little boy who came out of nowhere, made Prince Duan like a *soup, that fascinated, confused Three ways, I don’t know about human affairs.” Song Mingzhe ordered a plate of horseshoe cake with great interest, thinking that if he won’t come for a few days, is the style of storytelling already so open?Oops, this kind of celebrity gossip, especially when you meet someone you are familiar with, is really suitable for dinner.

Song Mingzhe relished it, sipping tea and snacks, hearing about the Lantern Festival hooking shoulders and shoulders, and then a white horse couple with a deep love one morning, the more Song Mingzhe heard it, the more he didn't like it.The content of the middle paragraphs is so detailed and the gestures are so crazy that Song Mingzhe seriously suspects that there is a squad of professional eavesdroppers lurking under Xiao Yuchun's bed.

He numbly chewed the horseshoe crisps that had no taste in his mouth, pulled a little brother beside him who was shaking his head, and asked without shame, "I don't know what is the rabbit?"

The little brother hastily gave Song Mingzhe a contemptuous look, and swayed his upper and lower lips, "That's what my husband means." After finishing speaking, he continued to raise his neck, opened his mouth wide, and listened with great anticipation to the young prince of Duanwangfu and his wife. His grandpa rabbit went up and down the bed three hundred times.

Song Mingzhe took a bite of the snack in his hand viciously, almost biting his own finger. He smelled a conspiracy, and besides, his days ahead would be very, very, very difficult.

Facts have proved that Song Mingzhe is still an optimist. He underestimated the appeal of fresh and hot gossip to the broad masses of people who lack cultural, sports and entertainment activities.This ominous feeling was confirmed by the old neighbors pointing at me a few days later.

"Hey, hey, I heard that the son of the Song family and Prince Duan are very close."

"Nonsense, didn't the Song family tell their grandson about a marriage a few days ago?"

"Which year have you been looking through the old imperial calendar? The marriage is not long ago, but why is it yellow? Well, I haven't heard of it."

"It's no wonder the Song family is so generous with free clinics every year. It turns out that there are big benefactors behind them."

All kinds of ugly words are too numerous to enumerate.The angry grandfather was very old, and he was almost holding a small stool to ask nonsense people outside to judge him, but Song Mingzhe decisively snatched him away.

On the one hand, he didn't want his grandfather to have physical conflicts with others in his old age and hurt his old arms and legs. On the other hand, he really had a guilty conscience.

Rubbing the ground with the toe of my shoe, I didn't have the courage to stand up and say that I have nothing to do with that person, and everyone should wash up and sleep.Song Mingzhe couldn't argue with his mouth, so he had to let the rumors go on outside.

How destructive are rumors and gossips? The three of them became tigers, and the great mother overcame the wall. Song Xi was originally thought to be a serious family member of a young man, but these days, Song Mingzhe has become unusual.

"It's okay for young people to be greedy. It's okay to taste sweet, fragrant, bitter, and spicy. But my brother, we are a big brother, and we still have to pass on the family. Look at our family. If we don't stand up to the sky and the earth, how can we females hold our heads up in the neighborhood." Auntie was moved with emotion.

"Brother Xixi, you have to be reasonable. You said that I went to school well, and people from the family next door came to ask me what happened to you and Prince Duan. In order to dismiss them, I asked everyone to eat it several times. It’s too sweet, you have to make it up to me, right?” Gan Bao understood the reason.

"If you dare to mess around outside again, you bastard, believe it or not, I'll break your legs!" Grandpa said with force.

Song Mingzhe's scalp was numb from repeated bombings. At this time, he missed Xiao Yuchun very much, and wondered if he was also being talked about a lot at home. Chatting is also good.

At the beginning, Song Mingzhe miscalculated the revolutionary situation. He always thought that in a feudal society, parents would be as powerful as a tiger at one blow, then decline again and again, and then let themselves do what they should do. In previous lives, many parents could not accept their children. cabinet, but crying and making noise for several years, isn't it no big deal.

So, my grandfather pulled out a long piece of paper like a martial arts secret book, on which there were many pictures and texts on which recorded information about many women, from a small family jade to a lady, from a tiger girl to a famous flower in the wine country, Yingying Yanyan almost spoiled Song Mingzhe's peach blossom Eye.

"This one looks like she can give birth, and that one looks like she can run a family. Hey, singing girls don't belong to women from a good family, right? Grandpa, you actually got her family's information. You must bring me with you next time you have such a visit!"

Song Mingzhe commented one by one with a purely masculine aesthetic, and each of them picked out some advantages more or less based on the principle of humanitarianism. They just talked about it, and didn't say which girl I look good, grandpa, help me See details, see if you can marry me.Song Mingzhe practiced Tai Chi, and after a few rounds, the old man Song's face turned green and white, white and green, and his drooping beard almost turned up. Picking up the medicine hammer on the table, he was about to "reason the truth" to Song Mingzhe. , talk about life."

36 Straightforward is the best strategy, Song Mingzhe actively exerted the potential of the human body, and ran out of the flower hall in three steps and two steps, almost knocking over the herbs that his grandfather was turning over. Because of his poor right hand, he failed to climb over the wall and fell on his ass towards the balance Sha Luoyan style.Seeing that his grandfather was about to come after him, Song Mingzhe rolled on the spot and had already rolled to the door. He pulled the latch in a panic, jumping and running like a big rooster that saw a target.

Grandpa's shouting and cursing came from far behind.

Song Mingzhe was very melancholy, he could escape for a while, but he couldn't escape forever, he had to give his grandfather a satisfactory answer.Or you can try to lower their expectations, thinking that you are committing all kinds of crimes, such as murder and arson, and then go over with a smiling face, lying to you, I just like the little prince.

Is it possible to buffer it like this so that everyone can accept it?