Time-traveling Famous Doctors Are Hard to Find

In the past few days, Song Mingzhe was like a grandson under a curse, going up to his grandfather and going down to Ganbao, chanting in his ears all day long, so irritable that he was so angry that he settled himself outside except for breakfast.

He wanted to ask Xiao Yuchun for an idea, but this kid seemed to be grounded, and pitifully asked Xifeng to give him a few words.The Guan concubine mentioned last time has already been made a concubine. The officials are either fluttering butterflies and admiring flowers in the imperial garden, or recruiting a hundred operas to play in the harem. Not to mention the courtiers, even the queen can’t see it easily Official's face.Prince Duan and his son were at the peak of their power, and when the situation was good, they were actually grounded. Does this have anything to do with me?

Song Mingzhe waited outside Prince Duan's mansion for more than two hours, but was unable to enter.He looked up at the solemn and solemn gate of Prince Duan's Mansion. He never felt that the threshold was so high and the gate was so difficult to enter.

On the pretext that the little prince owed himself a painting, he delivered a message to the mansion, and half an hour later, a painting was sent out inside. Song Mingzhe was overjoyed, at least he could connect with the grounded comrade.Opening the picture scroll, it turned out to be the painting from Dianmo Bookstore where the civet cat was exchanged for the prince, a picture of green mountains and green waters in a foreign land.

Song Mingzhe looked left and right, looked up and down, even the hollow scrolls were hollowed out, and he didn't find any hints, not a single word, he could only admit in frustration that the little prince's confinement this time The order is strictly enforced.

He has always taken care of his own meals twice a day, and soon Song Mingzhe's daily expenses gradually became beyond his means, and he didn't have the face to follow his grandfather's consultation fee, and he was worried about smashing his grandfather's signboard while sitting in the Baicao Hall, and he really couldn't perform well under his grandfather's eyes. good.Song Mingzhe turned a corner in his head, took out the dusty cloth banner behind the door of the room and shook it, took the idle and panicked BMW from the backyard to chase the wind, and went to the west of the city alone.

In the old place, Song Mingzhe talked to the owner of the teahouse and set up the stall again.

The west of the city is still the west of the city, where the hard-working Kuhaha rests in groups of three or four under the shade of the trees, and the porters with baskets on their backs speak different dialects from different places, shuttle among the shopkeepers who receive the goods, and care about the price and the quality of the goods bad.

I didn't see many artists of all kinds performing in the market. It is said that the former Concubine Wan and the current Concubine Chen love all kinds of operas.

Song Mingzhe waited all morning, except for a few "Bang Lords" who had suffered from heat stroke in advance, they just fed the people pills dryly, told them to drink plenty of water, and be careful not to walk in the sun for too long, and there was no other patient up.

It is a good thing for the people's physical fitness to improve, Song Mingzhe muttered to himself, left his own stall, and started to visit the stalls next door.First, I ordered a lot of things in Zama next door, ready to burn the malt.Then he strolled up to a squinting, Taoist-looking man.

The Taoist priest looked a little crazy, and his face looked a little old, but his hair was black, and he showed a tall posture of an outsider, and everyone who came and went looked at him.Looking at his stall again, there are a few pairs of broken mats, an old faded bell, and behind him hang a few paintings of freehand landscapes, flowers, birds, fish and insects, which makes Monk Zhang Er puzzled.

Song Mingzhe was troubled by curiosity, "Excuse me, what do you do with this stall? Fortune-telling?"

The crazy Taoist raised his eyelids, squinted his eyes and looked at Song Mingzhe, only to see that although the young man's clothes were shabby, they were all ironed and smooth, and he looked decent.

He scratched his chin with obvious stubble, and his movements were frighteningly nimble.

"Little brother, meeting is fate. Where do you want to go? How about Xanadu? Or do you want to play with goldfish?"

Song Mingzhe's wrist was painfully grabbed by the mad Taoist, "How can a person go into the painting, you should let go of it quickly."

"You don't know this. All the paintings and calligraphy cover the painstaking efforts of the painters. At that moment, the spirit retained in the paintings and calligraphy, if I use my ancestral drunkenness and dreams, I can visit the paintings. The opportunity is not lost. Come again, my friend." The mad Taoist was chattering about something, but Song Mingzhe felt his heart skip a beat.

"In addition to your paintings, can I go to my own paintings?"

The mad Taoist suddenly stopped his boundless boasting, a trace of hesitation flashed in his crazy eyes, "It's possible, but ah, who knows what happened when you created your broken painting, if it's a dream, let your three If the soul cannot come back, then I will be guilty."

Song Mingzhe hurriedly returned to his stall and took out the landscape painting by Master Xu Xiaoyuan.

Although the crazy Taoist's clothes were dirty and shabby, his hands were actually very white. He closed his eyes and carefully touched the painting, muttering words.

"This is the real product of Master Xu Xiaoyuan, tsk tsk tsk, rare, rare."

"So, can you give it a try?" Song Mingzhe eagerly waited for the answer from the crazy Taoist.

The other party smacked his mouth, spread out the mat on the spot, and let Song Mingzhe lie on it.Then gently place the unfolded scroll on Song Mingzhe's face and chest from top to bottom.

"How can I complete this posture with a candle on top of my head?" Song Mingzhe said sullenly through the paper.

"Don't talk nonsense!" The mad Taoist hit Song Mingzhe hard on the shoulder with something, making the latter grin for a while.

Sure enough, the crazy Taoist lit a short and thick candle at the place where Song Mingzhe punched on the head.I don't know what kind of material the candle is made of, but it emits a blue light.Then the madman picked up the faded bell, jingled it a few times, and muttered, "The soul is gone, I wish to swim in the middle of the painting--" Amidst the hoarse shouting, Song Mingzhe's upper and lower eyelids were struggling. At [-]:[-], it sounded like a thunderclap was heard in my ear, and I was about to blurt out that it was raining.

When he got up, Fang felt that he was actually lying on the grassy slope in the suburbs.The wind from the frontier messed up his hair, and unknown little flowers bloomed on the grassy slope.Song Mingzhe took a few steps forward, and saw the same stranger walking by the lake in the painting, he waved his arms and shouted loudly, but no one heard his voice.Song Mingzhe pinched the fat on his waist, did he really enter the world in the painting? This is unscientific!

This is of course very scientific. Since I can travel through it, it proves that there are parallel spaces in this world. Song Mingzhe rubbed his nose.Now that he was in the painting, he could only look around for clues about Master Xu. Song Mingzhe walked down the grassy slope and saw a man and a woman sitting on the other side of the lake.

As if he didn't see these two people in the painting, Song Mingzhe hurried and trotted all the way, the texture of the grass beach was very real along the way, and the rabbit holes appeared on the ground from time to time, so Song Mingzhe had to slow down.

He saw what seemed to be the young Master Xu, sitting beside him was a girl of a different race, and the two of them were sitting relaxedly on the grass beach, chatting.

Song Mingzhe was about to take a closer look at the woman's face, when a thunderous voice suddenly came from the sky, "Little brother, come out quickly, the wolf of Dongdu is here!"

Song Mingzhe was clever, he smelled something burnt, when he opened his eyes again, his hair was brushed a few times by the candle above his head, and he patted his hair hastily.

Looking at the crazy Taoist, he had already cleaned up the guy, curled up with the broken straw mat, and fled away with the scattered crowd.

Song Mingzhe looked up at the sun, it was clearly sunny without a trace of cloud.Song Mingzhe thought back to the scene he saw just now like a dream, as if it had been a lifetime ago. After all, he acted late, but he didn't have time to clean up his mess.He was caught by Jing Zhaoyin, and Fang escaped after paying a lot of money.

Afterwards, Song Mingzhe wrote down the situation of his trip in the painting in detail, found an excuse, and sent it to Duanwang Mansion, but did not hear back, and Song Mingzhe didn't care.

The days passed peacefully like this.When eating breakfast that day, the grandfather himself broke the rule of not talking, and almost begged his grandson to consider the marriage he had recently found for him.

Song Mingzhe faltered, unable to explain why.Seeing Song Mingzhe's submissive look, the grandfather saw his son's high spirits before his eyes, suppressed his ambivalence, and admonished his grandson in a low voice.Song Mingzhe held the porridge bowl and listened to him talking paragraph after paragraph, but he didn't finish it yet, so his face was not very good at the moment.

"...One hundred good filial piety is the first, and three unfilial piety are the greatest. Doesn't Xixi even listen to his grandfather's words?" At this point, the grandfather's words could not help but bring a bit of sternness.

Song Mingzhe put down his chopsticks with a snap, "Grandpa, who Xixi likes and who I want to be with is my own business. Besides, whether I have children or not depends on fate. The infertility that you have personally diagnosed and treated Are there still few males and females who have children? If there is no such fate in life, why bother to force it?"

The grandson dared to talk back, this anger was no small matter, Old Man Song's chest heaved up and down like a bellows.My aunt was in a hurry to get down from the table to please my father-in-law, and persuaded Song Mingzhe softly, "Brother, just be soft and take a step back. Father-in-law has been frightened for the past six months, and his body is not as strong as before."

Song Mingzhe in the rebellious period couldn't listen to it, and since he hadn't seen Xiao Yuchun for a long time, his chest was full of depression, Song Mingzhe snorted, and rarely gave an inch.

The old man Song tremblingly stretched out his finger and pointed at his grandson, his tone was out of words, "You, you unfilial son..."

"That's what my grandson thinks. If you like someone, you should be with that person wholeheartedly. There is no half-heartedness. People are in Cao Ying and their hearts are in Han. If grandfather is good for his grandson, he should also think about it for his grandson. You don't have to delay others. girl!"

As soon as Song Mingzhe finished speaking, he raised his head and chest, and walked out of the house in a high spirited manner.What he didn't hear was the sound of his grandfather falling off the stool, his aunt's exclamation, and Gan Bao's crying behind him.

The old man Song got angry, and his old diseases came up together. Seeing that he was dying in the afternoon, he held his breath, and everyone said that they were afraid they wanted to take another look at his grandson.However, Song Mingzhe was also angry and couldn't find him all afternoon. The neighbors searched for places where Song Mingzhe might go, but they couldn't find him.The old man Song took a long breath, and his acquaintance doctor poured him ginseng soup, and after only a moment, he finally opened his eyes wide and died before the eldest grandson came back.

When Song Mingzhe returned home after dark, the awning of the mourning hall had already been set up, the hired musicians were already playing, and the sound of crying in the courtyard was loud.

Song Mingzhe was walking at the entrance of the alley and heard the sound of drums. He felt a heavy uneasiness in his heart, and stepped forward. First, he felt that the neighbors around him looked at him in the wrong way. After walking two steps forward, the ominous feeling in his heart turned into reality. .The paper wreath in front of the door was white and dazzling. Like an illiterate child, Song Mingzhe read the words "Test Song Qihong first" seventeen or eight times.

He seemed to be unable to get out of the drunken dream, one foot was deep and the other was shallow, as if he was stepping on a cloud, his body was limp, and when he entered the door, he saw Gan Bao kneeling in the hall wearing coarse cloth, and several women supported the white cloth With her head wrapped around her eyes and her eyes red and swollen, the aunt who was kneeling on the ground couldn't stop talking.

"This is impossible, this is impossible, this is impossible!" Song Mingzhe seemed to refute himself, from small whispers to deafening shouts, he broke into the mourning hall, lay down on the deathbed, and stared blankly at his grandfather on the bed The familiar face, with the roots of his grandfather's beard sticking tightly to his chin, has lost any vitality.

"Grandpa! Grandpa! Grandpa!" The heart-piercing shout pierced the starry sky, but it could no longer reach Old Man Song's ears.

The unfilial son Song Xi pissed off his grandfather and made a big mistake that cannot be undone.

After Xiao Yuchun got the news, he hurried over and saw this scene.Song Mingzhe's eyes were red, he was wearing hemp and filial piety, and he wanted to enter the mourning hall with his hands and feet tied, but his aunt rushed out like crazy and pushed him to the ground.

Song Mingzhe fell to the ground, half of his body was the right side that was injured before.Xiao Yuchun felt distressed for a while, Song Mingzhe lay on the ground for a while, turned over with difficulty and got up, requesting in a hoarse voice, "Auntie, let me go in and have a look, okay, let me accompany Grandpa again."

Seeing that Song Mingzhe's attitude was so humble that it was in the dust, the Qin family pushed Song Mingzhe away, like a cuckoo crying blood, mourning.

"Where were you when father-in-law waited for you with a sigh of relief? He didn't want to die in peace. He was mad because of you, a little bastard, who went out and messed around!"

As soon as the words came out, the eyes of the relatives and friends around who were helping with funerals all fell on Song Mingzhe. No need for someone to direct them, the people who originally planned to go forward and fight with each other would avoid Song Mingzhe.

Song Mingzhe knelt down in the hall alone, knocking his head bang bang bang, tears streaming down his face, his forehead swelled up after a while.

"Auntie, Xixi knows it's wrong, let Xixi go in to accompany grandpa, aunt, Xixi knows it's wrong, let Xixi go in to accompany grandpa..."

The dust in the hall was all over his body, and he didn't care at all, his lowered back was almost horizontal, and the sound of heavy kowtowing was drowned in the noise of the mourning hall, as if he knew that it was autumn, and no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't wake him up. The summer that belongs to them.