Time-traveling Famous Doctors Are Hard to Find

As an experienced time traveler, Song Mingzhe has some bad habits, for example, self-centered sense of ownership. He always feels that the stories of Emma Daliang revolve around Lao Tzu, right?Be careful, otherwise interfering with other people's timelines will cause earth-shattering catastrophe!

Such a self-righteous idea obviously offends the busy public officials. We are already very busy here, so please don't make trouble, sir, okay!

Mei Yingqiu caressed the hilt of the sword with her fingers, and the corner of her mouth twitched. She glanced at Song Mingzhe again, intending to shake her sleeves and leave.

"Did anyone pass by this alley suspiciously before you jumped in?"

Song Mingzhe shook his head like a rattle, Mei Yingqiu showed such an expression as expected, and the tense facial nerves relaxed a little, "The city is too chaotic recently, so don't go out if you have nothing to do."

Song Mingzhe was still thinking that he hadn't been involved in any incident recently, where did the chaos come from, suddenly he had a flash of inspiration, stepped forward, and pinched Mei Yingqiu's wide cuff with two fingers.

"Lord Mei, take it easy!" Mei Yingqiu raised her eyebrows lightly, with a deja vu look on Song Mingzhe's face.

"The villain has something to ask. Dare I ask if the Zhang family mentioned by Mr. Mei and the villain is the Zhang family who works in the Zhan Shifu of the East Palace?"

Mei Yingqiu's eyes gradually condensed, as sharp as thin ice, whispering softly that it was so.

Song Mingzhe didn't understand, so he turned his ear to listen carefully, but Mei Yingqiu pressed him on his shoulder, "The past is over, and life is for the living." Song Mingzhe was dumbfounded, Mei Yingqiu and herself The movement of leaning against the wall wall, changing the subject, it is definitely an ambiguous relationship between a man and a man. Song Mingzhe resisted to count Mei Yingqiu's eyelashes. When he closed his eyes, he could still feel Mei Yingqiu's squirt. Take a deep breath on your cheek.

"What's the matter with you?" Mei Yingqiu was surprised by Song Mingzhe's strange body movements. He bent down and wanted to brush off the dust from Song Mingzhe's clothes, and just touched his fingertips when he realized his excessive concern.

"Hey, I have something else to do, so I'm leaving first." Mei Yingqiu almost ran away, leaving Song Mingzhe alone to ponder over the few words he left behind.

Song Mingzhe felt that Mei Yingqiu and the others must know something about the Zhang family's affairs, and this secret had been kept from him by his grandfather and Xiao Yuchun all along. With Xiao Yuchun's meticulousness, he said that if there is no unsolved case, it must be an eternal one. The unsolved case can only be dealt with from his side.

Song Mingzhe stood in the shadows, thinking to himself, but he didn't notice that in the base of the wall behind him, a man in night clothes jumped up the branch lightly, and disappeared into the moonlight in a few moments.

Concubine Chen's complexion was like snow, her eyes were closed and she was lying in the silk, extremely pitiful.

In the hall, there was a row of imperial doctors kneeling densely. They all said that the profession of a doctor is easy to mess with, and the imperial doctors in the palace are paid even more generously.But, there are pros and cons to everything, and high returns will inevitably face a high-risk spiral ladder.Although I usually just ask for the pulse of peace, look at common gynecological diseases, pay attention to pregnancy protection, and pay attention to the health care tips for middle-aged and elderly people, but every now and then there are always links where one's professional life and sexual life are bet.

For example, at this time, the chief imperial doctor, who was dangling back and forth by the collar of the official family, had always had a great reputation in front of others, and at this moment, he wished to wipe away his tears and pitifully recite the pulse case that he had carefully considered.

"I don't care, I don't care, why do people go into a coma, why don't they wake up, why do they go into a coma after losing too much blood?" The officials completely opened the unreasonable nine-five-year-old mode, which has no reason In other words, he glared at the imperial doctors who participated in the rescue work without credit or hard work, and there was nothing pleasing to the eye when they were criticized from head to toe.

The little imperial doctor who was not qualified to play the right role in the back was beating in his heart. If the official got interested and caught himself asking desperately, how would he end up?From his petty point of view, this Concubine Chen is completely injured. After the bleeding stops, most of them will be a little weak and weak, definitely not to the point of coma. This is probably a way to invite pets from the harem?

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty—" The concubine Chen, who was in a coma, moaned softly. The officials were so distressed that they almost opened their mouths. The imperial concubine pressed her hand on her beard, and her voice was trembling, as if parting from life and death.

The little imperial doctor lowered his head with great difficulty, not to roll his eyes too obviously, and wanted to hum softly, oh, it was just an itchy nose.

The turmoil in the harem was far more than that. Not only Jing Zhaowu had a hard meal and died, but even Hei Meiwei was next to the tail of the typhoon. Small steps and small steps, the previous court was often criticized severely, and those who could not be beheaded all asked to be beheaded after the autumn. The official words are like this, such treacherous people, if they don’t beheaded, they will wait for the New Year’s day. Is it New Year's food?

All the civil and military officials were silent, the sentence that the crime does not lead to death seemed to be stuck in the throat, and they couldn't swallow it or spit it out.

The killer who assassinated Concubine Chen has already been issued a large sum of money in the capital. However, since the arrest warrant was issued by an official that the assassin world doesn't like very much, we can only wait and see how effective it will be. Covering the prisoner is the smoke from the old Xiao family's ancestral grave.

Inferring the reason from the result, who is the concubine Chen's thorn in the side, the thorn in the flesh, the three-year-old child holding candied haws on the street can tell it, isn't it the empress who is sitting in Fengzao Palace, the mother of the world? Well.

Although the official family has not expressed anything at the moment, the life in the empress's harem is not easy. First, Concubine Xian Shu assigned her harem affairs one by one, and then although there was no shortage of Fengzao Palace, Fengzao Few people take the words of palace maids seriously in the harem.

The empress was really uneasy to the extreme, it would be good if His Majesty rectified her seriously. In the days when the frogs were boiled in warm water, she had seen countless rivals in love struggling in front of the Daqing Palace in the days of unlimited scenery.As the first wife, she has been married for many years, and she knows too well what kind of temperament the official family is. Love wants to live, hate wants to die, and those who don't care for their hearts are treated as worthless.At this time, the empress dowager is the only one who can keep herself. However, the empress dowager who "remained ill for a long time, eating vegetarian food and praying to Buddha" ignored the affairs of the harem, and could not even pass a word in.

There is Song Mingzhe who has a similar mood to the empress.It stands to reason that he has deliberately reduced the frequency of hanging out with Xiao Yuchun recently, so he probably won't be involved in any more disturbances.That day he jumped down from the alley of his house, ran into Mei Yingqiu, and fled all the way back to Fanglin Yaju with his tail between his legs, but he didn't meet anyone he was acquainted with.

While changing clothes that night, Song Mingzhe found a bloody palm print behind him, and Song Mingzhe almost knelt down.Such a supernatural thing actually happened to me, and I must jump into the brazier to get rid of my bad luck in the future.But when did this happen, Song Mingzhe couldn't figure it out.If it was on the shoulders, it could be understood as the blood on Mei Yingqiu's hands, but the awkward posture of the two of them obviously didn't have the chance to rub their backs.

Before he could finish his trembling, Yaju's door rang three times in the middle of the night.Song Mingzhe, who lived alone, held a ceramic pillow, stood at the door holding his breath, opened the door a little, looked around, and there was no one in the night.

Song Mingzhe's hair stood on end, and when he was about to turn around, a chuckle came from behind him.At that moment, Song Mingzhe, who had watched countless ghost movies, ghost movies, and horror novels, felt that the great atheism and materialism in his previous life could not save his heart from tearing apart in this life.

"Oh my god!" Shi Potian shouted in shock, turned around, and faced someone face to face, Song Mingzhe glanced at this face with the remaining [-]% of his rationality, and spent another incense stick of time calm down.

"Little prince, you need to know, you need to know that people who scare people will scare people to death." Song Mingzhe was obviously still in shock. Based on the principle of not letting outsiders watch the excitement, and turning big things into small things, Song Mingzhe pulled Xiao Yuchun into it by conditioned reflex. back room.Taking a good look under the light, the little prince looked much more haggard than before, with blue stubble visible on his face, bloodshot eyes in his phoenix eyes, most of the arrogance of the swinger in the capital had gone, and he looked alive Like a programmer who stayed up for several nights in his previous life.

"Why, you don't look energetic?" Song Mingzhe restrained again and again, still showing a little extra concern in his words.

"I didn't close my eyes for two days and one night. Your place is clean. Let me lie down for a while." Xiao Yuchun couldn't help but rolled onto Song Mingzhe's bed.Song Mingzhe was about to jump his feet when he remembered that this Fanglin Yaju was originally a sojourner, and the real owner of the property rights was the little prince who looked like a rascal on the couch.

Song Mingzhe thought about it, and opened the screen to block the sunlight of tomorrow morning.I thought that the little prince might not be able to fall asleep with such a big commotion, but I didn't expect that after Song Mingzhe re-lighted the lights and went to bed, Xiao Yuchun's face was relaxed in a deep sleep, his breathing was even, and he fell asleep.

Fortunately, the bed was quite big, thanks to the friendly support of the ruling class of the evil feudal society, Song Mingzhe was leaning on the other end of the big bed, listening to even more noise, and fell asleep at some point.

I haven't slept so soundly for a long time. In my nightmares, there are often those fresh lives that disappear in front of me, watching me silently. Song Mingzhe rarely sleeps until the sun is high. When I get up, I don't know when the little prince left.Song Mingzhe touched the side of the bed, as if he still wanted to feel the remaining warmth of that person.

The rumors in the market became more and more unbearable. Some people said that the arrow that the concubine Chen was in danger was not the empress's premeditated plan, but that the concubine Chen's lover before entering the palace was waiting for an opportunity to retaliate; It's hard to say whether the human life was intentionally planned; what's more, he directly pointed out that the concubine Chen played a bitter trick, and her heart could be punished.

In short, they have everything to say, and the storytellers in the restaurant have cleverly changed the old jokes about a gifted scholar and a beautiful lady who love each other for a lifetime under the moon, and replaced it with a match made in heaven, who was robbed by indescribable force, grew up in the countryside, and interpreted in the court. A song of love and hatred.

In such confusion, Fu Xueyan's wrist can only be seen.He first wrote a letter, questioning Jing Zhaoyin's crime of dereliction of duty, more sad than anyone else about this vicious attempted murder case, and then implicitly expressed that the harem is restless, and someone needs to go to Xiangguo Temple to pray for blessings and clean up. This candidate cannot be too low .

The official's gloomy eyes fell on Fu Xueyan's straight back. Fu Xueyan was not afraid at all, and looked like a man with a clear conscience.The official made two soft engravings, his eyes swept over the civil and military officials with different faces, and finally returned to Fu Xueyan.Then the official announced that Fu Xueyan's memorial was approved, specifically stating that the candidate for Qingxiu's representative was the empress who had lost her son but had a hard time in the palace recently.

It is said that when the news reached Fengzao Palace, the empress first froze on the spot, then cried for a long time, and then her face was expressionless as if washed by rain, without makeup, she ordered the maid to pack her luggage for herself, as if she had finally accepted her helpless fate , she raised her head and took a deep look at Fengzao Palace. This majestic palace is just like the day she first moved here, expressing the unspeakable bitterness behind every generation of queens here.

"At least I can survive." My nephew passed on a sentence afterwards.

The empress remembered that the day before she got married, she was still called by her father to tell her what she wanted to do for her natal family to ensure the prosperity and wealth of her natal family.What about taking up the etiquette, what about the first wife, this is the rule made by men in the world, and the officials are not even willing to give themselves the last bit of respect as a guest. If you stay in a huge cage and waste your life, what's the point? mean.

In the following days, like some kind of migratory bird, Xiao Yuchun sneaked into Song Mingzhe's "boudoir" to spend the night every now and then, in the dead of night.It's a lodging, but it's really just a lodging, with hands and feet in order, and doesn't pester Song Mingzhe or find some topics he likes. If you insist on an analogy, it's like a roommate in a previous life, living separately and interacting with each other. Don't interfere, although it is a bed, but it has the taste of different dreams in the same bed.

Song Mingzhe's life can be monotonous, he wakes up early every day, waters the flowers, digs the soil, moves out for those who should bask in the sun, moves in for those who like the shade and coolness after soaking up the dew, and reads medical books when they have free time. Take a look, if you want to go out for a walk, you can go to a few medical clinics, chat with your colleagues from the past, and occasionally a patient will help you get a pulse, pretending to enrich your life.

Xiao Yuchun is extremely busy, but the alleys in front of Duanwang's Mansion can be filled up with the guests who need to meet every day. These are the connections on the surface, but the ones below the surface are because the Duanwang's Mansion is guarded by servants day and night. There is a door, and cars come and go in front of the door.Xiao Yuchun, the one person who enjoyed more, was reduced to restless sleep, unsatisfactory food, exhausted physically and mentally.Compared with Xifeng, who often works night shifts and works long hours, his complexion is much worse.Don't look at hard work, but when it comes to hard work, you haven't seen the big beams of the hard-working people when they were young, working hard.

Every time Xiao Yuchun comes back, he can say a few words to Song Mingzhe, which is considered a good thing. The empress's phoenix car has already grown under the green lantern to pray for the beam accompanied by the bells of Xiangguo Temple; It started to get messy, Fu Xueyan's uncle has been making a lot of tricks recently; He Qifeng has been socializing frequently in recent days, and he doesn't know what tricks he is playing.

Song Mingzhe cut out the candlelight, and accompanied the little prince, guarding a lonely lamp in the night, with the appearance of silently accompanying him.