Mr. Cong never talks about martial arts

Cong Youyan likes to deal with rich people the most, because the one thing rich people like to say most is -- just ask for a price, I can afford it.

Since the customer is a generous person, Cong Youyan didn't talk too much, after writing down the prescription with a pen, he picked up the little red worm on the silver needle, and gave a real-life explanation: "Hey, this is the source of the poison of Hanxiangsha , the name of this insect is Xiangjunzi. Although the name is elegant, it is the most sinister and vicious poison in the world. The host it parasitizes, ordinary doctors can't find out the symptoms, and the symptoms of the host are fatigue, vomiting, lethargy, Organ failure. In less than a day, the host will die, and when he dies, the fragrance of the corpse is lingering, the skin is pale and the lips are red, which is quite beautiful."

The "ordinary doctor" standing by the bed wept silently: I learned Western medicine, Western medicine, Chinese medicine is not my major!According to your explanation, I am ashamed to face my salary!Ahhh!

Everyone in the Shang Mansion stared at the red worm pretending to be dead in disgust, hoping to find out the real culprit immediately and kill it soon.

Cong Yuyan spoke more and more vigorously, and held up the little red worm: "Take a smell, is there a scent similar to heather flowers at this time? Yes, this is a signal that Xiangjunzi is about to breed. The most terrifying thing about Hanxiangsha , is the reproductive ability of Xiangjunzi. Let me tell you, once it starts to give birth to cubs, it will be super powerful and fast."

Cong Yuyan took out the sapphire jar in his backpack, lifted the lid, and threw the red worms into it, and immediately heard the sounds of chasing, fighting, and chewing in the jar.

After waiting for a short time, when the lid of the sapphire tank was opened again, a large black beetle crawled out with its tentacles shaking, its big belly sticking out, and spit out a bunch of pink wreckage.

Cong Youyan picked it out with a silver needle, put it into a teacup on the side, and handed it to Shang Liangjian, "This is Xiangjunzi's yu glands and unformed eggs, and it is also the medicine for my ointment. For a quarter of an hour, throw it into the paste and stir quickly to melt it."

Shang Liangjian took it carefully and thanked him repeatedly.

Cong Youyan turned his head, and then he also said: "Old man Shang still has a lot of residual toxins in his body, maybe there are some small insect eggs. If the poison is forcibly detoxified, it will accelerate the hatching of the eggs. So my Fangzi does the opposite, puts the inducement into the medicine, and then melts the eggs in the patient's body to become the nourishment for the patient."

Shang Liangjian wrote down one by one, put away the medicine, and asked in a low voice: "Please ask the genius doctor to work hard, where is the source of the poison of this cold fragrance, where was placed by the murderer?"

Cong Youyan rolled his eyes and smiled: "You understand people, Hanxiangsha is definitely not something that ordinary people can make. Because Xiangjunzi is the most picky eater, and the death rate of artificial breeding is also extremely high."

The old lady Shang comforted the old man with gentle words, then turned her head and said ruthlessly: "If you follow the vine, you will definitely catch the murderer."

From Yuyan wandering around the house, he soon smelled a faint fragrance, with a hint of jasmine hidden in the end note, he followed his intuition and walked to a chest of drawers, and opened the second layer.

In the wooden drawer lay a luxurious red sandalwood painted box.

The old lady Shang's gaze became dodged following Cong Youyan's movements, she fidgeted fidgeting with the handkerchief, and looked at the old man quietly.

As for Mr. Shang, after hearing the sound of the chest of drawers being pulled open, he opened his eyes slowly and sighed.

The red sandalwood box is carved with fine patterns, and a pair of golden phoenixes are depicted on it.A phoenix and a phoenix, echoing up and down, with ganoderma lucidum in their mouths, and auspicious clouds floating under their feet.You can tell it's worth it at first sight.

From Yuyan, he leaned up to smell it, then flicked the wooden cover lightly, listened to the sound, and suddenly smiled: "It's really a good thing, who sent this box."

The old lady Shang was extremely embarrassed, and looked behind Cong Youyan hesitantly.

Shang Heyin, who was originally sitting in a daze, caught a glimpse of Second Grandma's blushing expression from a sideways angle, and a trace of doubt flashed in his heart---could this thing have something to do with him?

Standing up and walking in, Shang Heyin frowned tightly with just one glance, his amber pupils showed a trace of sullenness, and his voice was not very friendly: "This is my mother's dowry! The filigree emerald head face of the Ming Dynasty."

The old lady Shang was even more embarrassed, Nuonuo retreated to the bed, not daring to speak.

Mr. Shang, who was listening, was also very angry. He kept wanting to interrupt and gasped for a long time before gathering enough strength to beat the bed and scolded: "It was all sent by the third family, asking me to help rescue Xiaowei. I said at the beginning I can't take it, it's Xiaohe's stuff! Who knows...I'm still greedy. Alas, anyway, Xiaohe, it's my fault!"

The old man's voice was exhausted after illness, and it sounded reasonable at first glance, and he admitted his mistake anyway, but the culprit was the gift giver.

'So, the man is begging for something from my mother again? Shang Heyin was too lazy to listen to these unclear old accounts and histories, he sighed and asked Cong Youyan: "Is there any poison on the box?"

The latter sentence is for Mr. Shang: "This is my mother's relic, can I take it away?"

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The task is successfully completed, and we set off to go home.

Cong Youyan consumed too much, sat in the car, yawning listlessly.

Shang Heyin thoughtfully slowed down the car, opened the music box, lowered the chair, and comforted the sleepiness of the people around him.

Sitting in the "cradle" where Yuyan was bouncing back and forth, she soon began to have sweet dreams.

The jeep drove along the national highway to the northern suburbs, heading deeper into the fog.

When Cong Youyan woke up stretching his waist, the morning Bao Xi had already covered the mountain.

This is a private cemetery.

The unguarded solitary tomb is very simple to repair, with fences, orchids, and mulberry trees on the side, shading the cold stone monument.

Without too much modification, the clean marble has undoubtedly demonstrated the taste of the owner of this place.

With his back to the car, Shang Heyin hugged himself with his arms around him, squatting alone in front of the stone tablet, wondering what he was thinking.

The golden sun rose and gently enveloped the man, outlining him like a landscape, a hemisphere made of rocks, blocking the bond of blood.

It wasn't until the sun tilted all the way up that the heat on his back began to disappear. Then Shang Heyin squatted and walked a few steps forward, took out a tissue to wipe the stele, and pulled out the weeds in the crevices of the stone with his bare hands.

His fluttering eyes passed through the cold stone, he stared at the name for a long time, and whispered a word of apology: "Long time no see. I can't even remember what you look like."

Shang Heyin was tired from squatting, so he just sat cross-legged on the ground, picked up the roots of the weeds just now, and began to fold braids, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Mom, did you forget me because you have successfully reincarnated, and you always Don't come and see me."

From the time Yuyan approached here cautiously, everything he could see was gray.

On the stone tablet made of marble, a few lines of writing were lightly engraved.

---My messy youth was buried here, and my strong shell was buried; I pretended to be great, and ran to the grave in deception; so I was to blame, and I was trapped on an isolated island for life, unable to escape---Zhu Panpan.

There are only a few steps in the tomb, and the steps are not too tall. The oppressive atmosphere comes from the cage-like gray color.

Time ticked by, and the light and shadow overlapped under the feet of the two, dragging for a long, long time.

For a moment, Cong Youyan really wanted to rush over, embrace the man who was muttering in front of the tombstone into his arms, protect, kiss, and dominate!In short, he will not cry again.

Hearing someone's shortness of breath, Shang Heyin looked sideways at the shadow beside him, and smiled softly: "Fortunately, after the night passes, there will always be stars to clear the way for me. Mom, I met a person, a person who can give my heart to you." People. Today I specially brought him to see you."

From Youyan's ears flapping a few times, he, whose skin was always as thick as a wall, suddenly felt hot and thirsty.

"Xiao Cong, come here quickly."

Cong Youyan's neck was flushed, he agreed softly, quickly sat beside his wife, took out a tissue and wiped the stele diligently.

Shang Heyin propped his chin, watched with a smile as Cong Youyan finished his courteousness, then grabbed his hand, facing the stone tablet, and solemnly clasped together, "Mom, the person I'm talking about is him, he's a Han The descendant of Lord Chaocong, surnamed Cong, first name Youyan, style name Wantong, is a doctor. Xiao Cong, what do you want to say to my mother."

Daughter-in-law has a really nice voice!There were colorful bubbles in front of Youyan, and he was as excited as if he finished studying the master's notes. He stammered and said, "Don't worry, Auntie, I will never let Yin Take a sip of thin water. Yiner...I, I..."

From Yuyan's original intention to say some ancient vows such as guaranteeing to be good to you and endure you for a lifetime, and adding some local love words that he is good at, can he be sure of winning.

It's not over yet, the vernacular and love words come to my lips, and they become the truth from the doctor --- "Yin'er, here is the 2000 million I saved, and I will give it all to you."

Shang Heyin raised his clasped hands, intending to put them on his cheeks, but when he heard the truth, he was stunned for a few seconds, and couldn't help laughing.

Cong Youyan was extremely embarrassed, held back his stomach full of grievances, and called out in a low voice: "Yin'er! Don't laugh, I... I am a sincere person."

Shang Heyin finally stopped laughing, and looked into the nervous eyes of the other party: "Okay~ I know!"

The daughter-in-law has such a good temper!From Yu Yan's heart, he wanted to show off, so he couldn't sit still. He stood up, adjusted his clothes, and bowed deeply to the tombstone: "Auntie, I am not talented. You offer a dance song."

Shang Heyin's eyes widened, and just about to wave his hand to stop, Cong Youyan had already swayed and sang.

"The strong wind blows from the south, blowing the thorny heart, the thorny heart is young, and my mother is tired. The strong wind comes from the south, blowing the thorny salary, my mother is holy, and I will not make people."

Accompanied by this poem, Cong Youyan shakes his robes and clothes in a very regular manner, kneels down and bows to the younger generation, and after getting up, he whispers softly, shakes his flower sleeves, and dances a song slowly and shakes his crown.

I have to admit that people with a little bit of patience can't catch the pure filial piety of the doctor.