Time-traveling Famous Doctors Are Hard to Find

Mei Yingqiu looked at Xiao Yuchun's expression with some amusement.Xiao Yuchun's throat moved up and down, "Xiao Wang knows the origin of this sword," Xiao Yuchun said as he stepped forward and pulled out the sword, the bright sword reflected the bright phoenix eyes.

"This sword was originally owned by Meng Hanjiang, the sword sage of the Chunyang School, who once defeated the Five Poison Sects in Miaojiang, and was later given to a friend. Five years ago, a small official surnamed Jiang presented it to Duan Wang's mansion, and was given to Duan Wang's mansion by the then Duan Wang Yaozi. Xiao Yuchun stayed and hung it on the wall of his study, and it was stolen yesterday afternoon."

Xiao Yuchun told her own story with an indifferent tone like a bystander.He danced the sword with confidence, and his sword intent was much more heroic and heroic than the sword dance of the exquisite girl who has become the capital city.

"Crack, crack, crack." Mei Yingqiu slapped her hands, with a smile on her face, but the smile remained on the flesh, not even half of it entered her eyes. "The confession of the little prince really helped Yingqiu a lot, but if the little prince finds it inconvenient, I will report the matter of the sword to the imperial court slowly?"

Xiao Yuchun let out a sigh of relief, reluctantly put the sword back into its scabbard, and placed it on Mei Yingqiu's table again, "How should I put it, Mr. Mei's duty lies, and Xiao Wang would be too unreasonable if he made unreasonable demands."

For some reason, the disappointment in Mei Yingqiu's eyes flashed past, but in the next moment it turned into a hypocrisy that didn't put much effort into it, "Yingqiu still has a lot of things at hand, the Holy Majesty has been urgently urging me recently, so I won't be far away .”

Xiao Yuchun hummed, stood up and left very obediently, his walking posture was chic and decisive.The Hei Meiwei who came and went by the side of the road did not regard Prince Duan as a relative of the emperor at all, and did what he should do, the soldier sweeping the floor even disliked the little prince for stepping on his pile of fallen leaves, frowning blatantly.As if Xiao Yuchun hadn't seen him, he walked out of Heimeiwei's gate and stepped into his own carriage.

The carriage stopped and went, Xiao Yuchun lifted a corner of the curtain.In the early autumn of Kyoto, the sun is warm and the sun makes people feel warm. You can see lazy cats basking in the sun on the roofs of the streets. The air is full of the fragrance of early-blooming osmanthus flowers. You can hear the cries of the streets and alleys in your ears. The market is full of life. screen.

Compared with who will be the emperor tomorrow, ordinary people still care more about the price of rice the next day.Xiao Yuchun laughed, put down the curtain, closed his eyes and rested.

Shao Wenyuan was about to be driven insane, and the military soldiers who forced the palace found nothing, and even the Shutong of Duanwang's Mansion had no clues.The people related to this incident either disappeared from the world, or were murdered and silenced one step earlier than Shao Wenyuan.Shao Wenyuan deeply regrets that he didn't learn the ability of the patriarch to shuttle between Yin and Yang, talk to the dead to redress the injustice, and when he couldn't fulfill the little prince's order, he seriously considered packing up and fleeing to the ends of the world.

In the end, it was dear Comrade Xifeng who extended a valuable helping hand to Shao Wenyuan who was in trouble.

Xifeng, the dead face who had disappeared for several days, handed a stack of sorted papers to Shao Wenyuan who was frowning. "I said brother Xifeng, don't entertain me at this time, brother, my heart is so bitter now, look if there is heavy snow falling outside, that is the blood dripping from my heart..."

Facing Shao Wenyuan's nonsense, Xifeng frowned, "Look at what's in your hand first, I spent a lot of money to get it."

Shao Wenyuan flipped through the pages one by one, his mouth grew bigger and bigger, and the paper was crookedly recording the time when the Fu family's guards entered and left the capital, and there were also records of several military camps where the Fu family's children participated in banquets in the second half of this month. , including the dressing time and times, and the number of times Fu Xueyan went out. The most important thing is that Fu Xueyan did not go out, but the doctor who often went to Fu's house to check the peace pulse came to visit. For some reason, he did not see anyone from Fu Xueyan.This time point is exactly three days before the Shenwumen palace change.

Shao Wenyuan's eyes were dark, and he pressed a few pieces of paper on the table, expressing his gratitude, "I don't want to thank you for your kindness. After the limelight, I will treat you to a drink!"

Xifeng sneered, very unlike his own style, and said a few more words, "If brother Wen Yuan finds out that he is related to the seventh wife of the Fu family, please wait a little longer before presenting it to the young prince."

Shao Wenyuan showed a clear smile, "Naturally, I will help elder brother pay attention." What he was thinking about was that the little prince could be ruthless, but after all, the people below saw Xiao Siniang looking like this, and they couldn't bear it. It's justifiable, and besides, Xifeng hides his secrets, and it's unknown whether the person behind is the Holy One, so he immediately agreed.

The troops were divided into two groups. Shao Wenyuan briefly reported the results of "his" investigation to Xiao Yuchun, and he couldn't wait to find out about the Fu family. To scare the snake..."

Shao Wenyuan's face collapsed, he can't become a flying thief again, sneak into Fu's house to steal things, and stage a wonderful self-throwing snare.

Xiao Yuchun smiled calmly, "It's time to raise soldiers and use them for a thousand days. I have hidden the beauty in my golden house for so long. It's time to show it to everyone."

Shao Wenyuan slowly came to his senses, "You mean Song Mingzhe? Although he has a good relationship with the Fu family, it's too much to expect the Fu family to treat him as one of their own for such a big matter..." Shao Wenyuan's voice grew louder. Getting lower and lower, the remaining few words were swallowed back into the stomach

"Of course it's not to let him cross the road. As for him, he will probably tell Si Niang about my suspicion of Fu Qi, and then let people go away quickly." The little prince who was cornered was not very angry, "let him do something Let’s talk about other things, at least he is a prospective doctor in the capital’s medical circle, so he can’t call the wind and call the rain, but he can still do it by stealing a prescription and making a diagnosis, right?”

Do a fart!Song Mingzhe cursed in his heart, and watched Shao Wenyuan cry, make trouble and hang himself in front of him, saying that if he could not complete the task given by the little prince, his fate would be nothing more than going up the knife mountain and down the oil pan.Unexpectedly, Xiao Yuchun had a ruthless look, and he didn't have the heart of a Bodhisattva to make up for it. Did the Creator doze off when he created Xiao Yuchun?

Complaints are complaints, and the help is still needed. Song Mingzhe is in a hurry to help Shao Wenyuan up, and an old man is begging and begging at the door of his house. Don't use malicious rumors, it's just the aunt who comes and goes and witnesses talking , enough to drink a pot by yourself.

The promise was good for a while, Song Mingzhe quickly agreed to Shao Wenyuan, but he didn't expect it to be so embarrassing. The doctor who often went to Fu's house was none other than Zhao Wuwei, who often went to the toilet and could urinate on him three or five times after drinking a little water Brother Zhao.Originally, Song Mingzhe had a mediocre relationship with him, mainly because they had no common interests and hobbies. This gentleman was obsessed with cultivating immortals, and his mantra was to wait for me to ascend in the future, so that all chickens and dogs can go to heaven.

Song Mingzhe and the others laughed and almost sent Brother Wuwei to the west immediately.As a descendant of a medical family, having such a hobby can be regarded as a maverick.Song Mingzhe secretly hated Xiao Yuchun's untimely hair loss, if only a month or two earlier, he could blow the wind around his pillow by himself, and save himself a lot of hands and feet.

Song Mingzhe blushed and wandered around the gate of Zhao's house for four or five times, watching the watchdog of Zhao's family come and go, barking in a hoarse voice, and only heard a burst of footsteps. Brother rushed down from upstairs, wiping the sweat profusely from his face. "I thought it was some short-sighted apprentice who ran to the wrong building. It turned out to be Song Xi, your brother."

Song Mingzhe laughed, asked Zhao Wuwei's parents about his family, and went into the back room.

"Isn't it a bit hot today?" Song Mingzhe was shocked by a heat wave as soon as he opened the door. He squinted his eyes and looked around for the source of the usual heat wave, and found a smoking incense burner in a corner of the room.

"I said, are you tired, brother? After so many years of begging for elixir, have you developed any panacea?" Song Mingzhe couldn't help but sneered.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Wuwei looked broad-minded and fat, but in fact he had a small belly, and Zhao Wuwei immediately retorted, "You keep saying that you want to revitalize Baicaotang, but it has been reopened for several days. This business is more than half of your grandfather's?"

The so-called beating people without slapping face, Song Mingzhe thinks he is a person who wants to save face. Most of his relatives and friends know his temper, and there are many people who give him face. Even the little prince praised him with a thumbs up for his ambition to rebuild Baicaotang. Hearing such a negative comment once, Song Mingzhe rolled up his sleeves and wanted to fight this fat man.

"Nonsense, I obviously... wait, what is this smell?" Song Mingzhe sniffed it carefully, his curiosity defeated his self-esteem, and he stepped forward to find out in the incense burner.His view was unceremoniously blocked by some fat guy who was as flat and solid as a wall.

"What are you looking at? Do you know that this is something important? According to the prescription in an ancient book, I copied the life-prolonging elixir of the Chunyang School. It is said that if you take a bite of it, you will live forever..." Zhao Wuwei's eyes were misty and incomparable The longing light.

Song Mingzhe pouted, just about to say, crooked ways, suddenly remembered what he had seen and heard on Yujing Mountain, that this immortality elixir really might exist.Immediately, his attitude became a little more serious, "Fatty Zhao, your elixir is boasted that it exists in the sky, but it is not found in the earth. It is so miraculous, has anyone tried it?"

Zhao Wuwei stuttered, and explained the pharmacology in a long-winded manner, "Why do you need to configure the prescription according to the four seasons, and all the heavenly stems and earthly branches have an impact." The temporary ineffectiveness is not the reason why our medicine is wrong.

"I haven't made any progress after working on it for a long time," Song Mingzhe didn't know why he said this, but when the words fell, Zhao Wuwei jumped up and argued against his precious medicine, "Who said my medicine is not effective? Although there is no progress in the elixir of immortality, I have figured out another prescription, and I will show it to you!"

Zhao Wuwei moved his sluggish body, and rummaged through the bookshelf behind him, making loud noises.Song Mingzhe didn't have time to laugh at the piggy-like grunt of the other party, he thought that there was no better chance.Song Mingzhe said, what are you looking for, I'll help you find it, while dignifiedly looking for Fu's home diagnosis and Fu Xueyan's prescription.

This thing is not difficult to find. After all, it is not a secret map of the erotic palace. It needs to be hidden in a dark room. It only involves the patient's private affairs. If it is widely publicized, the doctor will lose his job.Song Mingzhe's heart beat faster, and he was turning to Fu's book. He glanced at Fu Xueyan's Taipingzi, and Zhao Wuwei's yelling came from behind him.

"I've already found out what you're looking at. Take a quick look." As he spoke, he stuffed something under Song Mingzhe's nose for him to take a closer look.Song Mingzhe is worthy of being a person who has experienced the hardships of the snowy customs. His psychological quality has been tempered several times, and he is much better than ordinary people.

"Well, this is the prescription of the peach fairy in the dream?" Song Mingzhe responded, and naturally put down Fu Xueyan's prescription in his hand, and went forward to discuss it with Zhao Wuwei. "This is also an ancient recipe of the Chunyang School. Dreaming of returning to Taoyuan, dreaming of immortals? Have you made it completely?"

Song Mingzhe's complexion changed, and he remembered the rumor that Shao Wenyuan said that the government burned the Daqing Palace when he was chatting with him. In addition to the fascinating pictures of ladies, there were also spices of unknown origin.

"You didn't make a lot of publicity about this thing, you didn't mention it last time when everyone had tea and chatted." Song Mingzhe asked tentatively.

Zhao Wuwei's expression was very proud, "Hey, this thing sounds amazing, but it's not very useful. The effect of sleeping at most is not as good as calming soup. Except that Mr. Fu Qi said that he couldn't sleep well, no matter how many taels I ordered, the others I gave it to others and no one wants it!"

Song Mingzhe endured and endured, but still couldn't hold back, he took a deep breath.