[Qing Chuan] I will be the national teacher for Kangxi

Kangxi didn't know that it was just a piece of ice watermelon, and the raised Baocheng firmly believed that he was going to fly solo.Still using normal thinking, he angrily scolded the imperial physician who was completely useless: "What good is it for me to support you! Such a large group of people is not worth the effect of a dose of medicine!"

Kangxi was really angry. Firstly, it was because the imperial physician was incompetent, and secondly, it was because he spent so much money.

Qingyang was thinking about opening his mouth at this moment, whether he was too disregarding the emperor's face, so he heard a young ghost hanging around the neck of the imperial doctor next to him say contemptuously: "I'm raising your mother, dead emperor, shameless... "

Probably because of Kangxi's dragon aura, there are few ghosts wandering in the nearby woods. This young ghost probably has some blood relationship with the imperial doctor, so he followed in.

Relying that Kangxi couldn't hear him, the young ghost cursed wantonly, and then said angrily: "Didn't you say that the doctor is proficient in all diseases, and you call it support? Back then, I was a special enshrinement in the imperial pharmacy, and I didn't even have a salary. Just food every day, candles every month, and charcoal in winter. Bah, and being bullied by people from the Ministry of Internal Affairs, if I knew this, wouldn’t I be happy as a country doctor?”

Qingyang was shocked, why is the treatment of being an imperial physician so bad?Looking at the old doctors kneeling on the ground, Qingyang felt as if he saw Yang Bailao lying on the ground, and couldn't help but stand up and say: "...you can't say that! This is the same as learning, everyone has strengths And shortcomings, how can there be an almighty person in the world? I am just standing on the shoulders of my predecessors..."

To be precise, it should be the shoulders of future generations.

Qingyang not only saw the case of Princess Wenxian in modern times, but also read it in Yuan Mei's Suiyuan Shihua.

At that time, Yuan Mei, like Princess Wen Xian, suffered from heatstroke, and was also misdiagnosed by the doctor. He treated it as a disease of the Taiyang Meridian and used cohosh and notopterygium, which made the condition worse instead of abating.Later, a good friend of Yuan Mei's, a doctor from Zhaoli village who is good at treating heat syndrome, passed by, and he used this white tiger soup to save his life.

Qingyang does not dare to compare himself to the doctor of Zhao Li Village, he is a famous doctor who has been in the "Dictionary of Chinese Medicine Characters". According to Yuan Mei's record in "Sui Yuan Poetry Talk", after taking the medicine of Zhao Li Village, he feels that the blood is no longer up. Chung, fell into a deep sleep after half a bowl, Qingyang felt that he could not reach the level of doctor Zhao Licun.

However, at this time, Yuan Mei hadn't been born yet!Zhaoli village is even more unknown...

Kangxi actually obediently followed the crutch: "The master doesn't want to be a national teacher, so why not take up a idle job as an imperial physician to save lives and heal the wounded, do you have any ideas?"

Qingyang:? ? ?

I wasn't just pretending to be angry before!As expected of an emperor, he has a big face even if he has a heart. Before, the national teacher said that he had a monthly salary of one hundred taels, but now he wants to cover him with a little candle or charcoal fire?

Qingyang turned sharply: "Let's go..."

The princes hurriedly blocked, blocked:

"Come on, is there any Kaifeng watermelon left, can I order some..."

"Yeah, it's rare to come here. Wen Xian is better. In case there is another accident along the way, the doctor's parents are so concerned, why don't you observe it for a few more days!"

"So much money, come and go? It's not interesting..."

Qingyang: "???"

Why, I also want to perform a Breaking or poetry recitation for you on the spot?I'm here for treatment, okay?It's watermelon... Qingyang said to Yinzhen: "How much money do you pay!"

Concubine De, who was thinking about whether to change her way of life in the future: "..."

This master is too real!It's not like a monk at all.

…………

There is no need to wait another day for Princess Wen Xian's situation. The imperial physicians came to check the pulse, and they all convincingly expressed that they are already well, and the rest is to take good care of the body.

Kangxi took Yinzhen out to interrogate the master when he was with him, and the rest of the brothers also watched eagerly, while Qingyang stayed in the tent, holding in his hand the palm bag that the five Yin generals had secretly summoned with his brothers behind his back. Ye: "Before you leave, weave a brown fan for the princess. It's not useful for anything else, just to repel mosquitoes and keep you cool."

Wen Xian is safe and sound, the Empress Dowager and Concubine De are in a good mood at this moment, especially Qingyang has such an obedient face that the elders like, the Empress Dowager was delighted to see it, and flattered to boast: "Master is really humorous .”

Concubine De: "...um."

"?" Qingyang was puzzled, and did not hesitate to move his hands, "I'm not kidding, really."

Qingyang doesn’t need to pray so many scriptures for the brown fan used to enjoy the cool and repel mosquitoes, and the fan is relatively large. The main reason is that the nobles have a lot of things, and the small brown fan will be lost wherever it is dropped.He was familiar with it, and it didn't take long to weave palm-sized brown fans and handed them to Wen Xian: "Keep this one well, it can be used for several years!"

"..." Wen Xian looked down at the plain brown fan in his hand, not knowing what to say.To be honest, if Qingyang hadn't been her savior, and she was so handsome, she would have wanted to complain, she is a majestic princess, would she need to save herself from using a brown fan for several years?

He was barely smiling when he heard the master muttering to himself: "Oh, I feel a bit at a loss, and the money was confiscated. Forget it, let's treat it as the head of watermelon..."

Wen Xian: "???"

Just give me a brown fan! !This tone seems to have lost a lot of money!

Wen Xian suddenly lost his temper, and said stubbornly: "How much do you want, I am a dignified Princess Heshuo, so I can't even afford a brown fan."

Qingyang sighed and shook his head: "Forget it, it's too much harm to talk about money."

Wen Xian was furious: "Say it!"

Qingyang stretched out his hand to compare.

Wen Xian: "Oh, it's just three copper coins, counting as three taels of silver for you—"

Qingyang: "Three taels of silver? I mean 300 taels."

Kangxi, who just opened the curtain and came in, almost suffered a cardiac arrest: "What 300 taels?"

No matter how you enter the door, you can listen to the master to withdraw money!

If it weren't for the princess's decency, Wen Xian would have wanted to kick his legs: "Huang Ama! This... Master." Thinking about being a lifesaver, Wen Xian managed to remain polite, "He actually said that he would charge me 300 for a brown fan. Two lines of silver!"

Kangxi: "——What are you buying brown fans for???"

"???" Wen Xian's eyes widened, "Isn't the point that he sells a brown fan for 300 taels?"

"Oh... I'll just say Bai Rao," Qingyang said softly, seeing that the father and daughter were about to quarrel, "Look, it's not like talking about money hurts peace."

Kangxi was also scratched a lot, subconsciously thinking not why he was scratched like this, but how to avoid it. At this moment, he suddenly turned his head and stared at him: "How can a brown fan be worth 300 taels of silver?"

"The brown fan is worthless, but the magic weapon is worth it!" Qingyang said, "Didn't you pay attention? The ice in the tent has already melted away."

Everyone was stunned, and subconsciously looked at the copper basin and the ice mirror, they were indeed puddles of water without any ice cubes.But they stayed in the tent, but they didn't feel the heat at all, but felt quite cool - this is not a kind of coolness brought by ice cubes, but a coolness that is just right and can make people feel comfortable physically and mentally.

Qingyang complained: "Just say I'm not joking, am I that kind of unscrupulous person? Everyone said that this brown fan can repel mosquitoes and keep cool."

"..." The Empress Dowager subconsciously glanced around the tent.

After all, we were stationed in a grove, and it was midsummer, so it was inevitable that mosquitoes would sneak into the tent. Wen Xian had been vomiting a lot before, and the door curtains were all open. A few court ladies had to keep watching, but any mosquitoes had to be driven away as soon as possible. But now, although the curtains are open, the action of the ladies in the palace has stopped, because I don't know when it started, and there are no more mosquitoes coming in and out of the tent...

The Empress Dowager couldn't help but said: "This is really..." She couldn't think of an appropriate word for a while, so she just said, "Can you make up a few more?"

Kangxi: "?!?"

Qingyang was still beside him happily adding fuel to the fire: "Really? That's great, then give me a discount, how many do you want..."

Kangxi: "..."

How many, he wants torches, to drive out this oil-scratching evil spirit.

Yinzhen finally confessed the cooperation of Chunsheng Restaurant. Although it aroused the jealousy of his brothers, Kangxi praised him with complicated emotions.

Kangxi is also very contradictory. Being a scholar, farmer, businessman, and businessman is the lowest grade. If it is not the only line of relationship with the master at present, Kangxi really wants to reprimand Lao Jiu severely.However, this time the ice watermelon, plus a dozen palm-leaf fans, were all paid by Lao Jiu, and Kangxi felt a little indescribable... I just wanted to scold others, but I felt a little comfortable... After much deliberation, let me give it a compliment .

Qingyang made a lot of money, and before leaving, Concubine De specially asked him some questions about abandoning Buddhism and following the Tao, worried: "...just a little afraid, do I blaspheme the Buddha by doing this? Don't blame me!"

Qingyang froze for a moment, subconsciously went to look at Luo Hu.He really doesn't know what kind of character the Buddha in this world is, and whether he cares about it.

Luo Hu was standing close to him, Qingyang was sitting, and he was standing behind Qingyang.When Qingyang raised his head like this, he leaned on Luo Hu's body. Both of them froze, and then coughed in embarrassment.

Luo Hu couldn't help but touch the place where Qingyang had rubbed just now, as if fluff had been brushed in his heart: "They all rely on their ability to attract customers, how dare those two bald guys try to blame one?" Not enough, and then it seemed plain, but in fact it boasted authentically, "With the deity sitting in the Qingfu Temple, how dare they move their minds?"

If it weren't for someone still around, Qingyang would have wanted to brag about Luo Hu. To be honest, he was a bit handsome, but at this moment, he could only secretly put his hands back, give him a thumbs up, and then said to Concubine De, "No. Yes, this is the address of my Taoist temple, Princess Wen Xian mainly comes to me if there are any problems in the future."

The Empress Dowager also couldn't help saying: "I have been eating vegetarian food and praying to Buddha for so many years, but I didn't expect it to be effective in front of my eyes. I don't know which god is enshrined in the temple? Aijia is willing to donate a golden body for him. I don't know if I can be holy in front of the temple. Light an ever-burning lamp to pray for blessings?"

Qingyang was overjoyed, and was about to respond, when the hand stretched behind his back suddenly froze and was held by Luo Hu, and Luo Hu's dark voice came from next to his ear: "What is this little girl saying that is not upright? This deity is in Qingfu. Guan doesn't even have a memorial tablet, and she still wants to light a lamp for the emperor in the main hall??"

"..." Qingyang was sweating instantly, and said to the empress dowager in a hurry, "this statement is wrong! What is effective today is not the gods, but medical skills. Instead of donating gold for longevity, it is better to improve the treatment of imperial doctors. Let them have spare money and spare energy, better study medical skills, and communicate with each other..."

"..." The expressions of the Empress Dowager and Concubine De were a little surprised. During the short time spent together for an hour, the impression of the master in their hearts was reversed several times in a row, from being a master of Taoism, to being greedy for money, to The current indifference and magnanimity... Thinking about it carefully, it's true, how can they guess such an expert's thinking, maybe the master wants money, but also has his own considerations, this is a secret that cannot be revealed...

So, when Qingyang left and Kangxi returned to the tent, the Empress Dowager and Concubine De sat together and praised each other. You said, "Master is really a gentleman", and I said, "Master, an outsider, treats money like dung". Kangxi was full of question marks: Is this about the master? ?

Back at the Taoist temple, the first thing Qingyang did was pull Luo Hu and asked tentatively: "In the grove before, you said you didn't even have a memorial tablet, so how about I build a bronze statue for you? Now the west courtyard is also open." Yes, the main house is bigger than the Sanqing Hall in the east courtyard, and I will put your statue in the main house in the west courtyard when the time comes..."

Qingyang's hands were long and slender, they didn't look like they had any fat, but they were actually soft. Being pulled by Qingyang, Luo Hu was about to nod subconsciously, and then suddenly woke up: "——No!"

Luo Hu withdrew his hand at once, feeling inexplicably angry: "What do you mean, even if the main house in the west courtyard is bigger than the one in the east courtyard, it's not the main hall! Don't you think that the deity will be satisfied if you give me a big house?! "

Qingyang: "..."

I really want to complain, but it sounds like he is a scumbag.

Luo Hu said even more embarrassingly: "Besides, the deity's room is already very small, and you still want to put the bronze statue in my room. Are you not sincerely asking for the deity statue of the deity at all, but you just hate that there is no place to put it, so you want to put the bronze statue in my room." I want to stuff myself in the deity's house!"

The ghosts and gods poked their heads out in awe, and began to eat melons silently.

Qingyang: "..."

Qingyang wanted to scratch his head, he had never encountered such a situation in the modern Qingfu Temple.

"Then what should I do, I can't put it in my dormitory..." Qing Yang meant that that would be too disrespectful to Luo Hu.

Luo Hu: "!?"

Sad and indignant, it really is disgusting! !

The Demon Ancestor was so angry that all the demons in his black veil began to dance wildly, and the Sword Formation of Zhuxian also faintly protruded from the black mist.

Qingyang looked blankly at Luo Hu's face, which seemed to be paler than usual, and also cooled down unprecedentedly. Subconsciously, he raised his hand to pull Luo Hu's sleeve, and said in a soft voice, "Mo Zu?"

Luo Hu stepped back suddenly, walked into the room without looking back, and with a wave of his hand, the strong wind slammed the door of the room hard.

Chen Yuanyuan was the first one who couldn't bear it anymore, and got out from the new vegetable field in the west courtyard: "Bah, bah, vomit, manure!" After slurping a few times, Chen Yuanyuan quickly floated to Qingyang's side, "Why can't we put the squatter? "

"It's against the rules. Isn't it worse to release the squatter than to the side hall?" Qingyang said, "And I think the Demon Ancestor is a reserved god. Last time I tried a new Taoist robe, he hit the wall when he went out!"

"Boom!"

There was a sudden sound of something hitting the wall from the Demon Ancestral House.

The ghosts and gods hugged the watermelon, gnawing on it while watching the excitement, probably the Demon Ancestor was eavesdropping inside, and when Qingyang mentioned the black history, he slammed the wall angrily and anxiously.

Chen Yuanyuan glanced at the closed door of the main house, and deliberately asked again: "Then can't we put the main hall?"

Qingyang hesitated for a moment, lowered his head and muttered: "I, I can't replace the masters..."

There was silence in the main house, and the melons in the hands of the ghosts and gods were no longer sweet, and they all began to feel anxious: Why did the master's words poke their hearts out?

Qingyang scratched his head: "Then, how about I make a little golden body for the Demon Ancestor? Just like before..."

"Bang!"

The door of the main house was only closed tightly, maybe it didn't take half a cup of tea, and then opened again. Luo Hu squinted and stood at the door, seemingly indifferent, but in fact he couldn't wait: "Oh? What kind?"

Qingyang means the small golden body that is half the size of an arm. It is placed in the main hall instead of the small golden body of Sanqing. To a higher level.

Luo Hu asked, "The pendant like before?"

"..." Qingyang choked for a moment, and really wanted to ask, what kind of psychology is this, a big bronze statue or a small golden body, which one is better than a pendant.

But Luo Hu was thinking, the pendant is wonderful, in the future the little Taoist priest will never go anywhere without his palm.Thinking about it, Luo Hu straightened his back, and forced the corners of his mouth down to show that he was not happy, but just reluctantly: "We must create the demeanor of the deity, and it must not be worse than that of Sanqing!"

Qingyang was still answering with a confused expression on his face, and the ghosts who were watching all had already whispered in contempt or excitement:

"Aww, little golden pendant, what a close-fitting thing, a random movement may fall into the clothes..."

"Bah, old shameless, dirty mind, old cow eats tender grass."

"You said it's all like this, why haven't one of these two people enlightened yet? I look at the situation, the Demon Ancestor should go first."

"Forget it, Demon Ancestor doesn't have that brain."

The smaller and finer the handicraft, the more energy-intensive it is.Qingyang picked night lights for a few days in a row, and finally chose to cultivate immortality slowly, and he would soon become a ghost immediately.

Luo Hu entered through the wall, and entered the dormitory in a very upright manner: "I told you to close the door to thank the guests for a few days earlier, but if you didn't listen, you insisted on staying up all night."

Qingyang's eyes were red: "Isn't this afraid? If I don't open the door one day, and some patients have nowhere to go to the doctor, that's life. If you have the ability, saving one more is one."

"A few years ago, if you want to tell me this, then I will beat you to death." Luo Hu didn't know why, but suddenly felt emotional, "At that time, this deity was the number one killer in the sky and on earth, but now..."

Luo Hu's expression was a bit complicated and difficult to understand.

If it is said that the Dao of Heaven did not rule them, it is true that he and Hongjun are both sober, but if it is said that they are completely free, that is not necessarily the case.At least, when Luo Hu was not in charge of the Dao, he would never do anything to punish evil and promote good.

Thinking of this, Luo Hu couldn't help laughing.

Qingyang stood up rubbing his eyes, swayed like a goose, walked to the bed, sat down obediently, and cast a blank look: "What does Huiyuan mean?"

He yawned, put the little gold pendant in his hand on the head of the bed, shrank back on the bed, looked at Rahu with sleepy eyes, and stretched out his hand to pull the corner of Luohu's robe, pulling him to his bedside.

"..." Luo Hu suddenly lost all interest in touching the scene.

The little Taoist had loosened his hair in a bun before going to bed, and now his hair was fluffy and soft hanging around his thin body, making his whole person seem petite, but he was so obedient and made people want to pinch his face.

"Oh... I remembered," Qingyang yawned again, with tears in his eyes, he pulled up the quilt and shrank back, "Thirty years is one life, twelve lives is one life, thirty years is one time, Wait for 30 years for a while."

Leaning against the bed, Qingyang fell asleep with his head down.Luo Hu couldn't help but think, this bullshit is completely unreasonable. He turned an evil god into what he is today, and when he was on the verge of collapse, he sent such a little guy here.

When Qingyang first came, Luo Hu couldn't hold back the instinct suppressed by tens of thousands of yuan, he said he was here to supervise, but in fact he wanted to catch the foreigner's feet and follow the vine.

If he can't destroy his own world, can't he go to other worlds and turn him upside down?But this little Taoist priest, why is he so good at acting like a baby, why is he so caring, just like a little curly cat, rubbing against his feet, and from time to time Mimi yells and pulls down the corner of his trousers with a meat pad, and grabs it. All kinds of good things came rushing to give him.He wanted to kick the cat away, but he was a little afraid of being kicked, but the more he indulged, the more he let the cat squeeze closer to his side, keeping and raising the cat, and he didn't know when to give up other thoughts.

Luo Hu got up and wanted to walk, but found that the cat's paws were pulling at the corner of his clothes, quite tightly.

The moonlight fell into the room through the screen window.A pure black figure quietly leaned towards the side of the bed, laid down Qingyang who was sleeping like a little dead pig, and slept next to him with his clothes on.

Hmm... It's quite normal for a disciple to be coquettish occasionally, so it's normal for the master to sleep with him.Luo Hu took it for granted, as if he had completely forgotten that his clothes were transformed from the world's most yin, and could completely turn reality into nothingness, and walked away easily.

Luo Hu: It's all the rags that drag me down.

Thousand layers of yarn:? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

"Fuck!"

When Qingyang got up early in the morning, he was startled by Luo Hu who was beside the pillow. He jumped up and knelt down on the bed.

Even in the days when he came to Qingfu Temple, Luo Hu never slept. One night he didn't squat on the roof, and he rarely lay on the bed for a night. He felt a little nostalgic and said: "Sleep again."

Qingyang was about to burst, knelt on the bed and almost threw Luo Hu on the ground, and said in panic: "Momo Mozu, this, this, this, this, this, you?"

He was too sleepy last night, and he remembered that he seemed to be sitting on the bed and fell asleep, and he didn't seem to have done anything strange. Why did the Demon Ancestor appear on his bed.

"It's so noisy." Luo Hu wanted to lie down for a while, but was impatiently sat up by Qingyang, "What's the matter, didn't you act like a baby last night? Pull me and don't let me go. What's the matter? Is it normal for a disciple to come and sleep with you?"

Qingyang really cracked: "It's not—"

Where is this normal? ? ? ?

While trying to organize his words, Oboi's big head popped out from the wall, and he said in a rough voice, "The prince's... letter..."

Aobai's voice drew out hesitantly, and after a while: "When will it be good?"

"???" Qingyang jumped up suddenly, "No! No!"

Luo Hu also frowned in dissatisfaction: "What nonsense, I treat the little Taoist priest as a personal disciple, and he acted like a baby last night, what's the matter with me sleeping with you?"

Obai: "..."

? ? ? ?

Bye bye all confused!

"Give me the letter!" Qingyang opened the gauze curtain, stretched out his hand to take the letter from Oboi's hand, and then pushed Oboi's big head outward, "Get out, get out."

Aobai persevered: "No, is the old man behind? When is the master still obliged to sleep with the apprentice?"

"Let's get out!" Qingyang pressed hard, and pushed Oboi's head out.

Luo Hu also asked perplexedly, what was wrong with the deity's love for disciples? Qingyang was already blushing with embarrassment, pretending not to hear, immersed himself in opening the letter, and hastily read a few lines: "..."

Luo Hu paused and mumbled: "What are you doing, what are you writing about?"

Qingyang said from the bottom of his heart: "In this world, why is no one normal, which prince would want to become a Taoist monk?"

"?" Juexin, who came to worship Lagu Xiaozhuang and Lagu Su Ma, passed by the window and couldn't help turning her head.

Jue Ming was also taken aback for a moment, but he chuckled calmly: "Isn't there some emperor who is a monk?"

Jue Xin has already rushed over, but luckily Qing Yang just opened the window: "Who? Who wants to be a Taoist priest? Baocheng? I won't allow it!!!"

Qingyang: "...??"