Time-traveling Famous Doctors Are Hard to Find

Yingniang clutched her belly, blood dripped from her fingers, but Wang Yusheng seemed to have gone crazy, and desperately pricked her body with the sharp ceramic piece in his hand.After reacting, Song Mingzhe stepped forward to grab the tile, but his arm was cut open, bleeding profusely.

Yingniang clutched her stomach, supported herself with her elbows, struggled and crawled on the ground, leaving a long bloodstain.

Wang Yusheng finally got rid of Song Mingzhe, grabbed Yingniang's hair, bent down, "I'll ask again, you really have never regretted it." His fingers were trembling.

Yingniang closed her eyes, with big tears streaming out of her eyes, "Every day I get married, I think about how to get revenge, so you kill me."

Song Mingzhe kicked Wang Yusheng away, and rolled and wrestled with Wang Yusheng on the ground.Song Mingzhe was pushed to the ground, Wang Yusheng grabbed Song Mingzhe's ears, and knocked his head on the ground several times, Song Mingzhe's eyes darkened and he passed out.

Song Mingzhe moved his fingers, and when he woke up, he didn't know how long it had been. He had an ominous premonition.He quickly stood up, followed the bloodstains, searched room by room, and finally found Wang Yusheng and Yingniang in the wing room.

Wang Yusheng hugged Yingniang, and Yingniang lay motionless in his arms, the blood on her face and hands had been wiped clean, Song Mingzhe's legs and feet went limp, and he couldn't stand up, barely holding on to the door frame so as not to fall.

Wang Yusheng turned his back to Song Mingzhe, stroking Yingniang's porcelain-white face. "I still remember that she smiled at me when I took off the hijab. At that time, I thought it would be really good to grow old with such a person."

"I took her to pick flowers on the hillside next to the kiln. She wore the wreath I made for her and spun in circles. I lay on her lap and we lazily basked in the sun together."

"I know she cared about those porcelain vases from the very beginning. I always thought, if I treat her better, if she is better, she can give up her revenge." Wang Yusheng stroked Yingniang with gentle movements like What a fragile treasure to touch.

Song Mingzhe swallowed the words in his throat. He didn't have the courage to tell Wang Yusheng at this time that Yingniang was pregnant. If, if there was, they should be a family of three, harmonious and beautiful.

However, two people have stood on opposite sides of each other from the beginning, no matter how much care and love, what's the use.

"You don't have to worry, I will surrender to the yamen after collecting father's ashes, so I won't bother you." Wang Yusheng's voice sounded softly, and Song Mingzhe suddenly woke up from his own thoughts.

He looked down at the blood on his hand, and his heart was filled with deep tiredness.He left the Wang's house, and before leaving the door, he heard heart-piercing cries and several calls from the direction of the wing. He called Yingniang's name over and over again.

There are voices calling for Yingniang from the sky, but there is no Yingniang in this world.

Song Mingzhe went back to the inn to pack his luggage, but he didn't have much luggage. The light luggage showed his identity as a foreigner.The shopkeeper was somewhat reluctant to part with him. After all, Song Mingzhe lived and ate in the inn with almost no wages. Anyone would like such a cheap long-term worker.

Before Song Mingzhe left, he heard that the evidence of Wang Yusheng's murder of his wife was conclusive, but since his wife murdered his biological father first, he should probably be sentenced to exile for thousands of miles.

In the capital, Old Man Lu was carrying a small jug and was planning to spend the afternoon in Yucui Building. What does the raging party struggle in the court have anything to do with ordinary people?It's just music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine and tea.Old man Lu squinted his eyes and took a sip of wine comfortably, and asked Xiao Er to fill up his wine pot, and then cut some clear lotus root.

A person suddenly sat down across from him. Old man Lu thought it was Song Mingzhe, and just about to invite him to sing donkey meat box with him, when he took a second look, it turned out to be Xiao Yuchun who was dressed plainly.

The old man Lu nodded in dismay, as a greeting, "I don't know why the little prince is here today?"

Xiao Yuchun didn't care about Old Man Lu's negligence, and even hooked the corners of his lips, "I'm not that cunning little Song Mingzhe."

Old man Lu laughed, and sprayed the table with wine, "I haven't seen him for quite some time." Immediately, Xiaoer, who had something to do, came up and wiped the table clean.

Xiao Yuchun's eyes showed a little sadness, "He left the capital, and he doesn't know when he will come back."

"I thought you hid his golden house. Don't allow him to have more contact with a stinky old man like me, so as not to stink the threshold of your duanwangfu." Old man Lu snapped a sentence. Duan Wangfu's hatred is as deep as the sea, and it's hard to say.

Xiao Yuchun clenched his fist on the table and tightened it tightly. Ever since Song Mingzhe left his hometown, he seldom carried the fan that he always kept with him. The reason is that the familiar fan is not there, not used to it, and the deep-seated reason Only Xiao Yuchun himself knew.

Old man Lu waited, but he didn't wait for Xiao Yuchun's next words, as if the two of them just met to drink tea and listen to music.He has always been a person impatient with official articles, so he shook his head, so he didn't think about the reason for the little prince's visit.

"I don't know if Mr. Lu left the Lu family, but the sapphire ointment handed down in the family still remains." Xiao Yuchun put down the tea cup and asked at a moment's notice.

Old man Lu opened his eyes wide, with disbelief and fear in his eyes, "How do you know?"

Xiao Yuchun didn't turn his head, he listened intently to the music, his voice was almost unrecognizable in the noisy hall, "Mingzhe left in a hurry, he didn't bring the ointment that he had prepared before, everything was difficult on the road, I was afraid that the wound would get worse, so Xiao had no choice but to salivate Came here to borrow medicine."

Old man Lu's face is cloudy and uncertain. Sapphire ointment has always been a secret of the Lu family and is rarely shown to others. It has miraculous effects in treating internal injuries and fractures, but the ingredients are expensive and complicated to produce, so they cannot be mass-produced. a little bit.

In Xiao Yuchun's speech, Song Mingzhe's injury was as understated as if he had stumbled on the side of the road. He did not mention at all that the injury was left by Lu Xin, the elder Lu's direct relative and patriarch Lu Xin, in Sima Prison.

Thinking of this, old man Lu's face turned red and white, white and blue, and he cupped his hands in shame, "Nothing else, the old man still has this idea of ​​ointment, even if the little prince hasn't said anything today, I'm still willing to take the ointment For the Song juniors, in terms of its root, it is still a sin made by my Lu family."

Xiao Yuchun sat there, pursing his thin lips again and again. He took out a bulging purse from his sleeve with three fingers and put it on the table.

"You can't take Mr. Lu's secret treasure for nothing. This little bit of silver can be considered as Mr. Lu's cost."

The old man Lu put the purse in his arms without looking at it, sighed, and left with the jug in hand.

Xiao Yuchun sat in the same place, closed his eyes and listened to the song, "While we miss each other, we miss each other."

Song Mingzhe stopped and stopped, and the journey was difficult. Fortunately, the weather has not cooled down. If the mountain is blocked by heavy snow, it is still unknown whether he can make it to Xueyongguan alive.In the current weather, the days are short and the nights are long. A single coat is not enough to keep out the cold.Song Mingzhe picked up the sun, and he rushed to write more on warm days, and finally arrived at Xueyongguan two months later.

Xueyongguan was knocked down by the government of the current dynasty and rebuilt. The blue-gray brick walls are solid no matter what. Soldiers standing upright are checking the entry documents of the people coming and going outside the city wall.Song Mingzhe thumped, and he needed a writing disk to enter the customs, but he had never had such a thing before.

After standing far away at the pass and investigating for half a day, Song Mingzhe used his ingenuity to sum up quite practical rules.There are two ways to enter Xueyong Pass, one is to climb over the high wall of several feet, and you have to hide or face the rotating soldiers on the wall.Song Mingzhe touched his indistinguishable limbs, and gave up the assassin's path without any hesitation.

The second is to find an identity for yourself that does not need to be checked, and take the opportunity to sneak into the city.This is not easy. After all, there is no item that the guards do not check. The vendors who come and go have letters of guarantee from the merchants in the city. If you are visiting relatives, check your household registration and ask yourself to come to verify.

In just half a day, Song Mingzhe saw someone who answered irrelevant questions and wanted to find someone to pretend to be relatives and friends to mix in.Song Mingzhe wondered if he said he was the natal cousin of General Xiao Gu's wife, would he be beaten out with a stick?

Song Mingzhe almost bit the non-existent little handkerchief and yelled coquettishly, wait, little handkerchief?Song Mingzhe came up with a plan.

"Who, where are you from, and what are you doing in the city?" Soldier A earnestly performed his duties. If he hadn't been blocked at the door and had no choice but to do anything, Song Mingzhe would have praised him. As expected, Gu Jiajun's military discipline is so strict.

But for Song Mingzhe, who used all his fancy intestines and brain cells to sneak into the city, this was undoubtedly a bloody disaster.

Song Mingzhe, who was disguised as a peasant woman, burst into tears immediately after Soldier A's ordinary inquiry.

"I... I... miserable person—" Song Mingzhe murmured, emphasizing how sad it must have been for his husband to abandon his wife and find a goblin in Xueyongguan, and to raise the child by himself.First, the child is sick, and I want to ask my husband for some medical expenses, and ask a doctor to go out of the city, so as to save the child's life.

What Song Mingzhe said was spitting, and when he was so excited, he wished he could run over Chen Shimei with a knife, and the soldiers couldn't stop nodding, expressing the intention to let Song Mingzhe enter the customs.

"Wait," Soldier A put down his spear and stopped Song Mingzhe. Song Mingzhe was about to hit the blade, and couldn't help but glared at Soldier A.

"Where do you live?"

"At the corner ahead, go down to Xiaozhuang village on a mountain."

"How long did it take you to come here?"

"Leave at Chenshi and arrive at the door at noon."

"What's the name of the bridge down the mountain?"

The old cloth strips in Song Mingzhe's hands that were used as handkerchiefs were crumpled. He slowly looked into the eyes of Soldier A, with pure calm in his eyes, "There is no river under the mountain, where is the bridge?"

Only then did Soldier A breathe a sigh of relief, and waved to Song Mingzhe, signaling to let him go.

Song Mingzhe walked into the city gate with cold sweat all over his back, he must ask Zhuzhu to treat him to a good meal later!