MTL - There’s A Beauty-Chapter 109 .Medicine

Chun, sounds stupid. This is the year that the ministers negotiated for some geniuses for Chun Emperor. The Emperor Chun was still ignorant, but everyone else laughed secretly, and even those ministers who used his name to make a fortune, fish and meat people, torn apart a good Jin country.

When General Hu Wei invaded the capital, for a moment and two, Emperor Chun had thought of arrogance, but lost all courage when he saw the corpse hanged by the queen queen. He wanted to live, and desperately wanted to live, even if he did not survive, it was better than no bones. So he took out a treasure map that the royal family has kept for thousands of years in exchange for such an opportunity. After being stabbed in the heart by General Hu Wei, somehow his dim thoughts began to clear, and he gradually realized that even if the treasure was given, the other party might not be trustworthy. Now in this world, it is normal to cross the river to tear down bridges and unload and kill donkeys.

Fortunately, the blood of the royal family was needed to open the ground palace, and Chundi finally survived to the end. To be honest, although General Huwei's behavior was rough-Lu, it was not bad for him. He was abandoned, abusive, and abusive, but never beaten. He never forgot to protect his safety when he met danger.

After being rescued by General Hu Wei several times in succession, Emperor Chundi embarrassed and ecstatically secretly: This seems to have great affection for him, although he despises his rough face, it can be perfunctory. In this way, it is better than killing the donkey after finding the treasure.

But after going to the underground palace, Chundi realized that he had made himself affectionate. The person whom General Huwei admires is not him at all, but another soul hidden in this body. They exchanged dominance every time they slept, but each other had no memories of when they were awake.

It's no wonder that General Hu Wei had to fall asleep holding himself every night, but the next day was so rude-throwing himself away; no wonder he always guarded himself even if he was very impatient, and Chundi clenched his palms, and finally realized. But everything is too late, and I don't know what the soul is from, so that the demon law monopolized the body, instead throwing Emperor Chun into a so-called, Emperor Chun.

Chundi stared at the ugly face in the mirror, unable to accept the reality for a long time. Even if he was stupid and mediocre, the father and emperor always scolded him to add an "embroidered pillow". He is not ashamed, but proud of it. The straw bales are straw bales. Anyway, it is a beautiful straw bale, but it is also pleasing to the eye.

But now, this last merit has also been taken away. How can Chundi be willing? He thought, no matter who this body is, anyway, after using it for more than ten years, even if he is his own, can he not transfer his soul? I also find an expert to move back!

Therefore, even if he was insulted and insulted by the soldiers of the Tiger Army in turn, he would fall behind the team and refuse to relax. Wherever the boy goes, he goes, so as not to lose the beautiful skin. He gradually realized that he really was very different from the past. When the young man suffered from flesh because of riding a horse, he ran for a whole day without seeing blister on his feet, let alone panting; drinking thirsty cold river water and chewing hungry Bark grass roots; in order to eat with a bite of food, he also helped the little soldiers to feed and brush the horses, becoming mature and making perfect.

While he was sad for his degeneration, he was also grateful for his strong body, Jian. If this body was as weak as a teenager, he would have died hundreds of times. He observed the boy secretly, and he became more jealous of his good fortune, apparently using the same pair of skins, how General Hu Wei treated him so tenderly, but treated himself as cruel as the autumn wind sweeping leaves. What guard is around, giving up his life to save, all his mother is farting! In fact, he just didn't want to suffer a little damage to the young man's body!

Emperor Jun held a piece of dry food and bitten, but his red eyes stared anxiously. At the beginning, he was screaming for a bowl of Bijing porridge. General Hu Wei had a nose instead of a nose, and his eyes were not eyes. He poured water and poured a scoop onto his head, and almost did not freeze him! Now, seeing that the young man was slightly thin because of running along the way, he actually spent hundreds of silver to buy a few bags of japonica rice for the other party, drank it, and drank it, and called various game to improve the food.

His grandma! The same people, how can the gap be so big? What's better than that kid? Chundi Touching-Touching the rough and yellow skin on his face, the straight back could not help but go. He quickly ate dry food and ran to the upper reaches of the river to take a bath.

"Take a bath three times a day, can you always wash this skin white?" He hid his arm behind a large rock and rubbed his arm hard. Suddenly, a rushing sound of water came from behind, shocking his heart. Stay away from the camp here. If you meet a fierce beast, it really means that every day should not call the earth and the land ineffective. He tried to slow down his breathing as much as he could, looking out of the crack in the stone, and holding his breath.

It was not a beast, but it was more terrible than a beast. It was the bearded General Huwei. He threw the young man on his shoulder into the shallow water, and pressed him over without waiting for the other person to get up. "Now, this body is completely yours. If I did you, you would not give?"

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After the two left, Emperor Chun rushed out and scrubbed his body repeatedly, but he could not help thinking about the scene again and again. Really white, really tender, and really pliable. I didn't know until I was fifteen or sixty years old. It turns out that this body is still a good thing!

Even if his life was huge, General Hu Wei relaxed his vigilance when he wanted to burn himself. He didn't realize he was stealing or peeping, otherwise he would have been cut with a knife. He returned to the camp and found that he could no longer look directly at the boy who had fallen into the general's arms, but could not help but inquire about each other's actions.

The teenager seemed to be respected by Liu Wen and others. He would listen to his opinions whenever the major events in the military, and the general would obey him. In this way, he is not like himself, a useless embroidered pillow. He spent five years digging a canal to channel the Yellow River water into the arid northwestern provinces, turning it from a barren land into a fertile congested river south. Many migrants who have suffered from the war have moved to hear the news, forming one city after another.

Astronomy, geography, actuarial science, civil engineering, he seems to know everything, to be omnipotent, and he has also tuned the five big and three rough Tiger Tiger generals-into the angry and inscrutable northwest king. When General Huwei knocked down the middle ground and sat on the ground to rule the king, Emperor Chun hid among the million soldiers and watched the rough man running down the throne to lead the young man, sighing lowly, "Well, ugly, you deserve it!"

Someone nearby heard it and twisted his arm tightly. "You don't pee and look at yourself like that bear!"

Chundi snorted, and finally bowed his head in contempt. He didn't need this skin pack anymore, and he was afraid that he might practice it.

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On the day the master died, there was a slumber following him, and Liu Wen secretly transported their bodies back to the palace for burial. It's another 600 years of reincarnation, and Meng Changye's body has long been turned into fly ash, leaving only a glittering dragon robe on the bottom of the coffin.

Someone did not touch the master's relic, but climbed out of the coffin and prepared to leave from the secret road. Mr. Lu, who was sealed by Shimen, hurriedly shouted, "Gongzi, when will you let Lumou go out? It's been more than 600 years!"

You, who had already stepped out of the stone gate, turned back, separated the fingertips and burned the forbidden note. Lu Jianru, who was pardoned, repeatedly scratched his head and thanked him, then went into the ground and ran fast. Youyu stared at the stone gate that was empty for no reason, and frowned: This seemed a bit ugly. Would you like to stop getting people back?

Forget it, let him go. After a moment, he slowly shook his head. At the end, he walked out of the hall without any trouble. As soon as he stepped out of the hall, he saw a post attached to a post, and wrote: Take some money and leave, so as not to be hungry. To yourself!

Yes, a penny stumped the hero. How can I go without silver when I go outside? Suddenly I realized that I quickly opened the innermost palace room, took out a pack of gold leaves, and was about to close the stone door. I saw a note posted on it: the wealth is not white, be careful!

Do not need to know that this must be the command of the master, even if he is dying, he is still worried about himself. The corners of your eyes turned red, and you quickly took apart the lining of your clothes, sewed the gold leaves one by one, and hid a few large night pearls in your sleeves. After several generations of accumulation, the treasures in the earth palace are several times more than before, and they are piled up into mountains. If you let the world know, it will be crazy for this.

Once you got out of the tiankeng, you immediately sealed the secret passage and laid out layers and layers of legal formations to ensure that no one except the one and yourself could enter. Seeing that it was getting dark, he made a torch, stumbled and touched the mountain. As soon as he arrived at the official road, he saw a group of officials on horseback approaching quickly.

"I found it, this is Song Youzhen!" The official officer at the head stared at the teenager for a few moments, then shouted loudly.

"Run! See where you are going!" Everyone dismounted, without a word, put a shackle on a hoe, and shackles under his feet.

"You grab me-what are you doing?" There was something inexplicable, and it was impossible for him to feel the same way as last time, and to meet someone who looked exactly like me, and left a mess?

"Pretend to be stupid? Our younger master was put to death by you, who wouldn't be arrested?" The official rushed back to his life, pushed the man into the prison car and drove the horse.

Poor Youshang was moved to another position. He almost even spit out bile. At the same time, he did not forget to think about his situation: First of all, there seems to be someone in this world who looks very similar to him. As soon as the official difference came, he got it wrong. Where the other party is now, dead or alive, needs to be verified. If you are still alive, you will definitely find out the other party, and never blame him; if you die, you will be wrong and wrong, hanging under this person's household registration, or walking around to find the master.

Since it was "the death of the young master", it can be seen that the man should be a doctor, and also offended the nobles. If he wanted to get out of trouble, he would have to rescue the suffering master. With this in mind, there was a great deal of enthusiasm, and he reached into his cuff and touched the Yin-Yang pen.

It was already night when the party arrived at Guanxi, two lanterns hung on the door beams, and the letters "Jizhou Taishoufu" were written in five hot stamps. Only then did you understand that the so-called young master should be the young master of Taishoufu, a senior official's child, but I do n’t know if he is a young master. After a while, he was sent to prison for trial by several officials. Several jailers knew that this man had killed the young master and wanted to cook. He had to wait for the elder Master to come and cook, so he went to the outside with a bottle of wine, and he laughed a few moments later. Make a drink order.

Sitting on the table, slowly speaking, "Say, what's the matter?"

A starving dead ghost devoured a yin and yang vitality aura, and whispered in detail, "Sir, you're **** mold! Song Youdi knows that he can't escape the disaster, he jumped into the river and died. I was stabbed by a fish and replaced you to carry a bag ... "

This story is a bit long, and a bit bizarre. To be honest, this Song Youzheng is also a personal person. He is a Cangzhou native from the medical family. His mother is Song's parents, but he cannot be loved by his husband. He was eventually killed by a pet, leaving his young son helpless. Mr. Song didn't get any good news either. Two or three years later, he died of violent illness. He left his family's business to his uncle's eldest son. Gain received the true biography of Mr. Song because of his superb medical skills.

Song Youzheng was spoiled for a long time, failed to study, and failed to study medicine. He was assigned to Jizhou at a young age, and lived on his brother's monthly or two money. When he was fifteen or six years old, he didn't know what kind of luck he had hit. He actually saw a deer in the wild to save his dying companion with a godgrass. So he got the treasure and took the remaining grass roots into his arms. Collection.

He wanted to pick a few more plants in the same way as the grass, but after searching for a few days, he found nothing and had to give up. Later, he relied on these grass roots to heal people. Strange to say, no matter what symptoms others have, as long as they drink the boiling water soaked in the divine grass, they will be healed in no time, and slowly you will be given the name of a divine doctor for Song Youdi. But the day that God grass is good and useful, this is not. When Taishou forced him to treat the sister-in-law, his **** grass was so cooked that he had no residue, and he had to rub a few mud **** on his body. Handed it up, said it was a cure for the disease, and then fled while the **** relaxed.

Tai Shou is a member of the party. Jizhou is full of his eyeliner. How can he run for a lifetime? As long as the thought that Tai Shou could not find himself, he would find the Song family far away in Cangzhou, and then tell his aunt and his elder brother about the ugly things that they did. Song Youyi felt ashamed to die.

"So, is that the big boy really dead?" Youma frowned.

"It's been three days since he was dead, and the ghosts have been taken away by the ghost of the local government, and the little one saw it with his own eyes." The starving ghost vowed.

With a bow, I didn't find it difficult, but was trying to get the jailer to go to the front hall to pass a message, but saw a chubby middle-aged man hurried in, with obvious anger on his face, "Song Youzhen, Ben The officer wants you to pay for your life! Come here, go to jail, don't make him die too much! "

Tai Shou only has this single seedling. He usually holds it in his palms and is afraid of falling, and his mouth is afraid of becoming melted. Unexpectedly, a quack doctor has killed his life.

Someone saw that he was really moving, and quickly stood up and arched his hands. "Slow, there is no disease in my life that Song can't cure. Mo said that your son was dead three years ago, and he was dead for three years. You can pull him back from the ghost gate! "

Seeing him with a firm tone, Tai Shou looked arrogant, and could not help hesitating. The captain beside him said quickly, "Master, don't listen to his ghosts. This is a measure of his delay, and if you let him out, Jomo will escape again."

There are shackles under your fingers, "If you do n’t believe me, just chain me up. Lord Taishou, it ’s important to save people, please ask for it as soon as possible. It ’s time, except Song, who else can you ask for help, then Let the dead horse be a living horse doctor. If the eldest son still can't wake up this time, it's not too late for you to sting me. "

The **** thought it too, so he let the jailer release the person, and took it to the backyard with a chain lock. The white lantern had been lit in the courtyard, and the soul-hunting chant was hung, and the servants looked sad. Before she got close to the Lingtang, I heard a woman crying and crying, "My son, it's all mother-in-law hurting you! If the mother didn't offend that week's **** doctor, if the mother-in-law would put down-ask her for help, you would never die Mother is wrong, mother might as well go with you ... "

"Zhou Shenyi?" Youzhen glanced at the starving ghost.

The other party quickly explained, "Zhou Shenyi is a woman doctor. The medicine is amazing, it can open your stomach and resew it up, and it will be alive in less than two months. She was originally from Jizhou, in Jizhou Prefecture. Opened a pharmacy, but it happened that Mrs. Taishou also opened a pharmacy, and all the business was taken away by her, so the two fought openly. Now in this world, where can the flat-headed people fight? Officially, Zhou Shenyi was almost made by Mrs. Taishou He lost his reputation, and finally moved to Cangzhou with the help of a nobleman. The matter was finally settled. The grandson got intestinal gangrene, which was incurable in the past. This week, the doctor cured seven or eight successively. I had planned to come to her, but Mrs. Taishou resolutely opposed it, so I invited Song Youyi. No wonder Song Youyi ’s life is not good. If he still has some divine grass in his hand, he only has half of his roots, and he will be famous. Unfortunately, Ah pity ... "

When the hungry ghost sighed, the unconscious mind was attracted by the divine doctor that week. The so-called intestinal gangrene is cecumitis, which was indeed incurable in ancient times. The patient had no second choice but to die alive. But Zhou Shenyi was able to cure it, and she opened her belly and re-stitched it. It is not difficult to see that she inherited the surgery of western medicine.

This is obviously far beyond the level of medical development of the contemporaries. It can be seen that this person's history is strange, but no matter how strange it is, it has nothing to do with you. He just has to settle the trouble and find the master. He doesn't want to save the world.

Ding Ling Dang came into the Lingtang and just had a face-to-face meeting with Mrs. Taishou, she was almost scratched. He sideways avoided, took out a piece of yellow rune paper from the cuff pocket, and shake out the yin and yang point pen, quickly wrote the charm, and stuck it on the forehead of the deceased. The eldest son has been dead for three days. Fortunately, it is the middle of winter. The weather is cold and the body is not damaged. There is still a rescue.

Tai Shouyuan thought that he would prescribe medicines or massage massages. As soon as he came in, he wrote Fuyu to enchant the soul, and for a while he felt a little lost. The elder lady stopped crying, her eyes widened.

"Why is it? Quickly call his name!" Youxi hurriedly urged.

The crowd then returned to their minds, adhering to the mentality of "being credible, having credibility, not being credible," and shouting, "Wu Zixuan, come back soon! Father and mother are waiting for you at home! Wu Zixuan, Wu Zixuan ..."

In the spirit hall, the wind was swaying, the candlelight was swaying, and the white urn showed a human face for no apparent reason, with noses and eyes, and almost fainted the servants who were close. However, the more so, the more faithful the **** and the **** were, and they shouted that their throats were smoking and they dared not stop without permission.

You Zhe stared at the beam, wondering what he was thinking. Only now did he feel that he was talking nonsense and trying to escape from the crime, but now he felt he was inscrutable and difficult to speculate.

He shouted for three quarters of an hour, and suddenly a whirlwind blew in from the door and rolled the paper money into a pillar. It first made a few laps around the **** couple before slowly approaching the coffin. Everyone was stunned, and Qi Qi cried out in his heart: Isn't the young master really alive?

"Don't shout, he's back." Youzhen answered everyone's doubts, uncovered the soul-calling charm on the corpse's forehead, and lightened it with a light shake.

This move drew everyone's excitement so much that he did not listen to Dr. Song's instructions.

"I said get me a bowl of hot water and hurry up." Youyi had to repeat it.

"Okay, let's go here!" Madam Taishou then turned to God and ran to the tea room to ask for a bowl of hot water.

Youyi threw the burnt-out rune into the water, stirred it slightly with your fingertips, then lifted the corpse, opened the jaw, poured it into the throat, and then said, "Bring a spittoon."

The crowd didn't dare to neglect, since they wanted to give anything, they saw Doctor Song put the spittoon in front of the young master's chest, and patted him on the back, and said, "Wu Zixuan, it's time to wake up!"

There was a burst of noise, and the already cold body opened its mouth, spit out many smelly black water, and scared everyone into screaming in unison, "The corpse! This, this, this, this is a corpse! Old lady Hurry and run! "

"Will your mother-in-law speak? That's not a corpse, it's my son's job!" Taishou was ecstatic, and Madam Taishou asked immediately, "Mr. Song, my son is really alive? How could he spit out? So much dirt? "

"This is the water in the Forgotten River. If he doesn't spit it out, he won't remember who you are, let alone who he is. The person who spit out will be clear, no problem." Youyi explained briefly.

As soon as his words fell, Master Wu woke up waking up, first looked at the boy who was supporting him, then looked at his father and mother, and said dumbly, "I, what is wrong with me? How can I lie in the coffin? ? "

Even those who have crossed the Wangchuan River can be rescued. What exactly is Dr. Song's journey? On the one hand, Taishou supported his son in front of him, and on the other hand, he secretly murmured: Fortunately, he did not offend this true god, fortunately!

Madam Taishou hurriedly dragged Dr. Song's hands into his sleeves, his fingertips shaking uncontrollably.

Earlier, the staff member who asserted that Doctor Song was a liar was frightened, and when he saw that his ankle was still tied with shackles, he quickly ordered loudly, "Hurry up and go to the prison to find the key. Mr. Song is still locked!"

The **** also showed a cold sweat, and when the key arrived, he crouched down and unlocked himself. Some people did not care about the attitude of everyone before and after, and said slowly, "Save people to the end, send the Buddha to the west, so that although the son has survived, the root cause has not been eliminated. For the time being, you should avoid it for me to perform the operation. . "

"Good, Mr. Lo Song, there is work, there is work!" Taishou slumped and looked sincere and terrified. 2k novel reading network