Kneeling and begging the ancestors to be a good man

Chapter 168 A Hundred Years ago [25] Song Yiyuan, why didn't he pay you to death?
"I don't want to be ruled by Mo Qing, do you hear that! Can't you find someone who can do it? What kind of qualification does she have to rule me?"

Chu Yangyang's shout was extremely clear, and every word fell on his ears.

Ah Luo's heart twitched hard.

He thought to himself: Ancestor, save yourself some snacks.

However, when he hurriedly looked at Mo Qing, trying to save the situation, Mo Qing entered the first floor as if he hadn't heard him.

"..."

Arlo froze for a moment.

Noticing Song Yiyuan who was still standing, he glanced at Song Yiyuan, his scalp was numb, but he forced a smile.

Dry, extremely far-fetched.

Song Yiyuan smiled casually.

He said, "Come in."

The posture of controlling the initiative, as if he is the master.

Now that Chu Yangyang's detoxification is important, Ah Luo breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly asked the bodyguards to comfort Chu Yangyang, while he followed Mo Qing and Song Yiyuan.

He had to see how Mo Qing managed it.

*
The doors and windows of the room were open and the light was bright. Two bodyguards were lying on two single beds.

One had been stabbed twice by Mo Qing, and fell into a coma at the moment, and the other moaned in pain, as if the pain was unbearable.

Mo Qing glanced around, walked straight to the bodyguard who was still awake, put his finger on his wrist, and said to Song Yiyuan after a while, "Help him up."

Song Yiyuan walked over.

At the same time, it is inevitable to sigh: Mo Qing is probably the only one who can make him an assistant.

Same as last time, Mo Qing pulled out a silver needle and stuck two needles in the back of the bodyguard's neck. Afterwards, the bodyguard started to twitch and foam at the mouth, the symptoms were the same as the previous one.

The second time we met, Ah Luo and the others calmed down.

Mo Qing put away the silver needle, stood up straight, her figure was cold and indifferent, she turned her head and said to Ah Luo: "Paper and pen."

"Yes……"

Ah Luo subconsciously nodded and bent down, but when the pronunciation of this word was to be fully realistic, he suddenly realized that his attitude was too humble, and after a second of froze, he changed his words abruptly.

"Good," he said.

He asked someone to take the paper and pen, not rice paper and brush, the paper was torn from a notebook, and the pen was a fountain pen.

Although there is a gap, Mo Qing has already adapted to it.

She took it, walked out of this room, found a dining table in the hall, sat sideways, and quickly wrote a prescription.

Song Yiyuan came over and took a look: "This prescription is worth the old man's money."

"Who knows." Mo Qing said.

Putting it back 100 years ago, when she teased the rich and warlords, no matter what she wrote, it was worth the old nose's money.

Even if there is no level of calligraphy, those people have to spend a lot of money to support it.

Not to mention her prescriptions.

but now……

She hasn't figured out the market price yet.

The Qihuang lineage disappeared, and the "Chinese Herbal Medicine Miraculous Formula" only left legends. Not many people know what to do, and even fewer people need it.In addition, various chemical and biological poisons seized the market, so she was really not sure how much it was worth.

After finishing writing, Mo Qing handed the prescription to Song Yiyuan: "Take it."

Song Yiyuan was startled: "Me?"

He still has to run errands?

Mo Qing asked back as a matter of course: "I still need it?"

Song Yiyuan: "..."

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, Song Yiyuan had no choice but to hold the prescription and walked towards Ah Luo who was waiting by the side.

Song Yiyuan: "Here."

Ah Luo immediately took it over, looked down, and saw that the handwriting was elegant, yet free and easy, sharp, strong and powerful, and it was a good handwriting.

He immediately changed his impression of Mo Qing by three points.

On the prescription, some traditional Chinese medicinal materials are written, and at the end, the heat of the decoction and the method of taking it are noted.

"Thank you."

Ah Luo thanked him first, then took a picture, and asked someone to take the medicine according to the prescription.

After that, he went around the room again.

He glanced at the door and asked the people inside in a low voice: "How is it?"

"It's been recorded. After being pricked, Lao Wu twitched and fell asleep. But the symptoms that Dr. Wen asked us to record have obviously weakened." The man replied.

"Ah."

Arlo nodded.

He felt a little relieved.

Then, he went out again, asked Mo Qing and Song Yiyuan to be entertained, made an excuse of "take a look at Chu Yangyang's situation", and then went to the second floor.

"I'm really worried about you." Song Yiyuan had a quick glance, and said leisurely, "I guess you will be allowed to go upstairs after confirming that the two experimental subjects are in good health."

Mo Qing took a sip of tea.

"Normal," she said.

"You can bear it now?" Song Yiyuan was incredulous.

Mo Qing snorted: "No."

Song Yiyuan felt relieved.

"How did you lose your property?"

Idle is also idle, Mo Qing chatted with Song Yiyuan.

"Break an antique." Song Yiyuan spread his hands, but soon, he touched his chin and frowned, "To be precise, it's not an antique, because it's only a hundred years from now."

Mo Qing answered lazily: "Then you are quite poor."

"..."

Song Yiyuan twitched the corner of his mouth and cast a questioning look at her.

Mo Qing asked: "How much is a thing from a hundred years ago worth?"

"That's right." Song Yiyuan clapped his hands angrily when he thought of this, "But people said, there is no eight-figure number, so it can't be taken down. Tell me, isn't this nonsense?"

"What?"

"It's a clay sculpture, quite big." Song Yiyuan said, gesticulating with his hand, "It's about one meter long and half a meter wide. There are many small figures on it, singing and dancing, carved beams and painted buildings, small bridges and flowing water, so lifelike, it's quite delicate. What is it called, 'Shengshi Taiping'—"

Mo Qing suddenly kicked Song Yiyuan's calf, and was caught off guard, and Song Yiyuan's words stopped abruptly.

He held his calf throbbing.

Just as he was about to ask questions, Mo Qing's brows and eyes turned cold, and his tone was cold: "Did you smash it?"

"I didn't do it on purpose." Song Yiyuan rubbed his calf, daring to be angry, "Why are you so fierce? I'm your teacher after all."

After a pause, Song Yiyuan felt unconvincing, and added: "It used to be."

Mo Qing sneered and said, "Why didn't I pay you to death?"

"I hear what you mean, have you heard of it?" Song Yiyuan asked strangely, "Is it famous? I remember it was made by an apprentice of a famous craftsman. This apprentice did not leave his name."

"of course."

"you know?"

Mo Qing paused and said: "Because the one who made it was your ancestor, me."

"..."

Song Yiyuan shook his hand and almost knocked over the teacup on the coffee table.

"Go aside."

Mo Qing now feels that Song Yiyuan is an eyesore.

However, Song Yiyuan couldn't stop his curiosity. After much deliberation, he decided to take the initiative to join Mo Qing: "No, why did you make it so expensive?"

Mo Qing squinted at him.

"Let me admit my mistake first." Song Yiyuan has always been flexible and has an excellent attitude of admitting his mistakes. "But, as a creator, to be honest, don't you think the price of that thing is too unreasonable?"

"Who am I going to ask?" Mo Qing asked back.

"..."

Also.

Mo Qing just fell asleep.

Who can control what happened 100 years ago?
"Are you sure Huos didn't cheat on you?" Mo Qing asked suspiciously.

"He won't." Song Yiyuan waved his hand, "I finished the work for him at the time, and when I finished it... I accidentally broke this one. If he hadn't had to pay for it, he wouldn't have asked me to pay for it. of."

Mo Qing raised his eyebrows.

He said so, and she had nothing else to say.

Song Yiyuan suddenly said nothing, and asked again: "Did you do anything else?"

"How many pieces?" Mo Qing said.

She likes folk crafts.

I also love to learn.

However, she still has a lot to learn, so those that are not important, she learns occasionally to pass the time.

There is no time to concentrate on research.

To be honest, her craftsmanship is not bad, but after all, she hasn't been tempered for many years. Today, if she can have a price of five or six figures, it will be considered a high price.

Put it a hundred years ago——

Not worth a single meal.

"I heard that there are invisible rich people who are buying your works. The price..." Song Yiyuan narrowed his eyes, "It's only high but not low."

Mo Qing was startled: "All of them?"

Song Yiyuan nodded: "All."

Turning his eyes, Mo Qing suddenly said: "I see."

"What?" Song Yiyuan's curiosity was immediately aroused.

Mo Qing drank tea leisurely, and asked slowly: "If this handicraft is not that valuable, but someone is willing to spend so much money, what do you think it is for?"

Song Yiyuan said: "Is excluding him an option for your fans?"

Mo Qing glared at him.

"According to normal logic," Song Yiyuan let go of his calves, sat up straight, and looked at Mo Qing with his head tilted, "if he is willing to pay the money, it proves that he is worth the price. Excluding all kinds of emotional factors, then there is one possibility—— "

"He doesn't care about the handicraft, but what is hidden in the handicraft." Song Yiyuan raised his eyebrows, "Really?"

Mo Qing said: "Eight or nine is not far from ten."

She has always played with the word "hype".

Ten prescriptions are like this.

The same is true for this batch of clay sculptures.

"Then I'm interested." Song Yiyuan said, sighing softly, "Unfortunately, the seller didn't show up, and his identity was well hidden."

Mo fell silent.

She is also quite interested.

*
After staying for about half an hour, when it was getting dark, there were joyful voices in the room where the two bodyguards were lying.

"Wake up, wake up!"

"how do you feel?"

……

Mo Qing and Song Yiyuan, who were about to fall asleep, were startled by the noise and looked at each other.

Counting the time, the first bodyguard who was stabbed by Mo Qing woke up.

Mo Qing and Song Yiyuan sat without moving.

After a while, Ah Luo came in: "You two have been waiting for a long time. Ms. Chu has calmed down, and I just agreed with Ms. Mo to go upstairs to see a doctor."

Song Yiyuan was happy when he heard this.

Also "agree"?

I don't know, I thought you were the ones who saw the doctor.

Mo Qing didn't move, and said softly: "Pay the bill first, there are two people inside."

The two bodyguards only had two injections, and now their condition has improved, and one of them has been able to go to the ground safely. Ah Luo's doubts about Mo Qing's medical skills have long been dispelled, and he immediately transferred the money to Mo Qing without thinking twice.

Under Mo Qing's order, he transferred the two people's shares.

He also sighed with emotion, Mo Qing is quite cautious, and will not collect money in advance for things that are not completed.

But what he didn't expect was that after Mo Qing got up, he didn't go to the second floor, but went directly to the yard with Song Yiyuan.

"Miss Mo!"

Ah Luo chased after him.

He seemed to realize something, but he couldn't understand it: "Miss Chu is waiting for you upstairs."

"You Miss Chu has a delicate body. If I make a move, the poison may not be cured, but the person will be cured instead." Mo Qing paused, his eyes were clearly threatening, "What do you think?"

Arlo was startled.

Mo Qing hinted clearly.

If she insisted on treating her, she might lay hands on Chu Yangyang.

Ah Luo stabilized his mind, and immediately winked at several bodyguards around him. These bodyguards understood, walked forward quickly, and directly surrounded Mo Qing and Song Yiyuan.

"If it doesn't get cured, it must be cured!" Ah Luo said with a gloomy expression, "If it's cured, I'll give you the money. If it's not cured, don't even want to go out."

As a bystander, Song Yiyuan couldn't stop being happy when he saw this.

That person was not there when Mo Qing made a big fuss with the crew that day, so he missed the scene where Mo Qing threw down the bodyguard.

Song Yiyuan smiled, and fired at Mo Qing: "He threatened you."

Mo Qing ignored Song Yiyuan, but lazily responded to Ah Luo: "You can give it a try."

She finished speaking and walked towards the door.

"Take her!" Ah Ro yelled.

The bodyguards were so determined that they were about to surround Mo Qing, but Mo Qing frowned, and his eyes swept over these people, as if they had taken root under their feet, they dared not go forward.

They recalled the terrifying memory of being overturned by Mo Qing's move.

——It’s not an opponent at all!
Therefore, even with Ah Luo's order, no one dared to stop Mo Qing and Song Yiyuan, and watched them go out.

Seeing this, Ah Luo was furious, and looked at everyone coldly: "What's the matter with you!"

A bodyguard said: "I can't beat it."

Another bodyguard also said: "I can't keep it."

The rest bowed their heads.

"Humph."

With a flick of his sleeves, Ah Luo turned and went upstairs.

In fact, although what he said just now was very serious, but if Mo Qing really wanted to do something wrong to Chu Yangyang, there was nothing he could do. What if something happened to Chu Yangyang...

He can't make a job.

Back upstairs, Chu Yangyang heard the news of "rejected by Mo Qing" downstairs, and rolled his eyes on the bed angrily.

If it wasn't for her weakness, she would definitely have to smash the house again.

Ah Luo had no choice but to contact Wen Yingxue again and briefly explained what had happened.

Wen Yingxue still had such a gentle and elegant appearance. After listening quietly, she asked, "Do you remember which two positions on the neck?"

"I roughly remember."

"Mo Qing insists on refusing to treat her, so it's useless if you make it difficult for her. You can find a Chinese medicine practitioner who understands acupoints and give Ms. Chu two needles." After a slight pause, Wen Yingxue raised her eyebrows slightly, and said, "That one Zhang Yaofang, can I have a look?"

A Luodang even said: "I'll send it to you right away."

*
It was dark when we left.

Mo Qing and Song Yiyuan walked side by side in the alley.

"You stuck the needle in front of them and gave you the antidote. They have to learn it. Wouldn't it still save Chu Yangyang?" Song Yiyuan didn't know.

"Acupoints are easy to find, but strength is hard to find." Mo Qing said lightly, "Don't worry, she will suffer."

In fact, if Song Yiyuan, the "observer", was not by his side, Mo Qing would not have let Chu Yangyang go so easily.

"Okay." Song Yiyuan felt relieved, and glanced at his watch, "Anyway, the film crew is not filming, so come back now?"

"No." Mo Qing raised her eyes and looked at the crescent moon hanging in the sky, "Go find that person."

"How to find it?"

Mo Qing said lightly: "Just follow me."

After speaking, she walked through the alley as if she had a clear direction.

Song Yiyuan was surprised: "You know what's going on?"

"With his skill, he won't take an ordinary path. I hid some medicinal powder on the windows and scales of the house, which will produce a strange fragrance at night. With my sense of smell, I can just catch it." Mo Qing explained, "When I went to the house today , I took a look at the room where the mineral water was placed, and the powder has traces of being touched."

"No, didn't the driver see him? He moved his hands and feet outside."

Mo Qing said: "It's very possible that the driver is thinking too much."

Song Yiyuan: "..."

Song Yiyuan quietly followed Mo Qing, walked for a while, and came near the river bank.

At this time, Song Yiyuan's cell phone rang.

It was Goblin calling.

Goblin's low voice came from the phone: "Brother Yuan, where are you? I found him."

(End of this chapter)