Traditional Chinese Medicine Orthopedics Manual

I lay in bed, trying to remember what happened next in the original book.

But it dawned on me that the plot of the original book might not be reliable, or at least somehow different.

For example, I am not dead, which is a huge change.He didn't even get out of his sheath casually, Wei Ying didn't reveal his identity, and Jin Ling didn't stab him.

So what should I do next?

I thought about it, and my big goal is to go back to modern times.Now that I have traveled to the secret room of the Jin family, maybe if I have the opportunity to go through it again, I can find any clues, or even find some forbidden technique to get me back?

Just as he was thinking, he heard the sound of the curtain, and the maids saluted outside in unison, calling out "Suzerain."

When I heard this, my throat started to hurt.

Think back to modern times?Really ambitious!My current goal is basically only two words: save my life!

If you want to save your life, you have to continue to pretend to have amnesia.

In order to pretend this amnesia, I have been fighting wits with the man across from me for the past few days.It's a bit like the feeling of a real marriage in the legend.

Of course it turned out that I failed miserably.

Originally, my thoughts were simple and rude, so I just opened my mouth and said, I don’t know, I don’t remember, I can’t remember, if I can’t do it, I’ll hold my forehead and pretend to be pitiful, yelling that my head is about to explode, what can you do to me?

On the surface, he didn't do anything to me, and he smiled every time: "It's okay, think about it slowly."

However, the medicine in his hands is getting worse and worse, and every time he pours me into a meme.

I wondered deeply in my mind, did he start throwing Coptis chinensis and garlic, durian with leeks into the pot every time he saw no one around...

He still smiles every time and takes a sip with me to show that there is no poison in it.

But can I compare with him?How much can Lianfang Zun bear it?A guy who is alive and kicking in his belly!

Besides, even if we have the same tolerance, if he takes a sip and I drink a bowl, will it be the same?

At this time, Venerable Lianfang fed me the medicine and asked, "Did you remember anything?"

I shook my head.

He frowned beautifully, and said worriedly: "Is it still okay? It looks like I have to change the prescription again tomorrow..."

Ten thousand grass and mud horses galloped past my heart, shouting:

Jin Guangyao, if you dare to add stinky tofu to my medicine, I will die with you!

Of course, the desire to survive still controlled me to shout this sentence out loud, but grabbed his wrist and said softly: "Actually, when you are away these days, the maids also told me a lot after I got married. I think it’s okay if I really can’t remember the past, but I can live a good life in the future.”

The translation of this sentence is: I don’t remember the past, you don’t need to kill me; in the future, mental retardation will not affect our lives, so don’t give me medicine anymore…

The person on the opposite side blinked and said softly: "But A Su, you and I have been dating for more than ten years, if you can't remember me, I will be so sad..."

What he said was sincere, and I almost believed it in that second, but then I remembered that even if he had some sincerity towards Qin Su, at this point in time, there was nothing left but avoidance. I'm afraid it won't be enough, others don't know, I don't know yet, he is full of his second brother now.

So what kind of moral kidnapping and emotional blackmail are you playing for Lao Tzu here?

So I also smiled sadly, and said softly: "Everyone says that I have been married to the suzerain for more than ten years, but how do I feel that I haven't spent too long with you, suzerain?"

The face of the person on the opposite side shook slightly, and then smiled again: "It's because I'm too busy with business, so I neglected Ah Su."

So he said again: "I'll set aside a day to accompany Ah Su? Maybe it can help Ah Su remember something."

I looked at him suspiciously, wondering what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd.

But man is a knife, in this situation, can I say it's not good?

The next day, Jin Guangyao really came, and changed into his normal clothes, without a belt, and only wore that outer robe when he was working.The majesty and majesty was a little bit less than when I saw it a few days ago. At first glance, I even thought of a modern college student who had just graduated, gentle and refreshing.

He is a gentle talker. At the end of the day, he took me around Jin's house, and from time to time he introduced to me which lake we passed by, which rock we sat on, and what we said-in fact, it was nothing important. , are all trivial matters of drinking tea and eating.

Oh, let me correct you, it's not "we", but him and the original Qin Su.

I heard him talking about those little things with relish, and I felt very confused. He remembered so much. Is it because of his simple memory, or did he really have unforgettable feelings for Qin Su?

At this point I'm leaning towards the latter.

But if there was such a sincere heart, the final ending was so bleak, which is particularly embarrassing.

Regardless of Qin Su's death or not, their relationship is dead in the end.

Later, we also had dinner together, but he dismissed the servants, saying that he wanted to have dinner alone with me.During the dinner, I peeled a bunch of prawns for me.

"I heard from Hongye that you have loved eating shrimp since you were a child, but you don't want to get your hands dirty. If no one peels it for you every time, you would rather not eat it," he laughed while peeling.

If the seafood is fresh, the original juice will be a little sweet, and the cooking of the Jin family is even more unremarkable. I took a bite of the shrimp, and the rich juice burst in my mouth. I ate it whole, and asked: "Who is the red leaf? "

"Don't you even remember Hongye?" He smiled, "You used to be a maid in the Qin family, who served you since childhood."

It's not that I don't remember, it's that I don't know this person at all, so I faltered and hawed, and quickly took a few more bites of food to deal with it.

After dinner, he sent me back to the bedroom.

Although this day was quite happy, I was afraid of making too many mistakes, so I kept tense. At this time, the day was finally over and he was leaving, so my nerves relaxed.

Before leaving the house, he turned around and muttered again: "You are so sick, I have limited time after all, why don't you let Bicao come and spend more time with you?"

I subconsciously replied: "Okay."

The person on the opposite side suddenly froze, then straightened up, with a smile on his face, and walked towards me bit by bit.

I retreated step by step, and finally I couldn't retreat, and sat down on the bed.

"Why don't you ask, who is Bicao?" He smiled, his eyes were narrow and narrow.

I greeted his uncle a hundred times in my heart.

Tu Qiang discovered that the foreshadowing of this day was all to wait for me here...