Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 879
On March [-]th, it rained lightly in Beijing.

Sitting under the corridor, Mo Shuli stared blankly at the finely woven rain curtain outside the corridor, his mind was in a mess for no reason.

The year before last, he went to the Taoist Master Wangsheng in the Mengsheng Tower to ask a doctor. After carefully looking at his legs, the husband left in a hurry.

He originally wanted to take Di Chang to visit famous doctors while the gentleman was not in the middle of the capital. If there really was no one else in the world who could cure his sick legs, he would wait until the beginning of spring when the gentleman returned to Beijing. Prepare a big reward and gift, and come to the door personally to ask your husband to heal him.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Wang Sheng left only two months ago, and a peerless genius doctor who claimed to be able to "revive the dead, flesh and bones", "not inferior to Bian Que, comparable to Hua Tuo" appeared in the south.

Hearing this news, he was overjoyed, and immediately packed up his things with Di Chang and went to the south. The master and servant went through several rounds, and it took three months before they finally found the so-called "Unworldly Genius Doctor".

Poor him, he thought that his sick legs could finally be cured, but the "miracle doctor" promised happily, but in the end he was a complete charlatan.

Those scammers wanted to run away overnight after taking his money. If Zhou Mu hadn't stopped them in the suburbs of the city in time, his tens of thousands of taels of silver would have been wasted!

Thinking of this place, Mo Shuli couldn't help sighing silently, and then raised his hand to rub his sore brows - although the money was chased back by everyone that day, but he couldn't help but feel a gloomy feeling in his heart. gas.

He couldn't figure out that he had been seeking medical treatment for many years, and he was logically considered to be rich in experience, so how could he believe such a clumsy deception so easily at that moment; Looking for a famous doctor.

——What kind of condition is his leg and how much is it? He clearly knows in his heart.

At that time... At that time, he seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit.

Mo Shuli was disappointed, since he returned to Beijing that time, he fell into a serious illness, and was lingering in bed all day long, until the beginning of this year's spring, he was not fully recovered.

Now when he thinks of the time he wasted earlier, he can't help feeling full of regret.

If he had known this before, he might as well have just waited for Mr. Wangsheng to come back. In that case, his leg might be healed this time.

The young man pursed his lips, then lowered his head and stared quietly at the palm of his hand—he felt that he was in good health today, so he asked Di Chang to invite Mr. Wangsheng to Mengsheng Building early in the morning, but he didn't know if that idiot had invited anyone.

Mo Shuli curled his fingers subconsciously, and was suddenly awakened by a voice from outside the courtyard. He followed the sound and looked up, and saw Di Chang leading a person, walking towards the elders quickly. Corridor came.

Seeing this, the sick young man suddenly opened his eyes, and hastily drove his wheelchair forward to greet him.

When Di Chang saw his master who was about to get caught in the rain, he almost broke into a cold sweat from fright. He turned his head and quickly apologized to the people behind him, and hurried over to hold down Mo Shuli's wheelchair.

"Your Highness, you are weak and can't stand the rain!" Di Chang frowned, twisted the wheelchair and pushed Mo Shuli back to his original position, then went into the room to get him a cloak.

Hearing this, the young man rolled his eyes and smiled, his voice still contained hope that he couldn't hide: "How is it, Di Chang, have you successfully invited your husband back?"

The man was silent for a moment when he heard the words, and Shaoqing shook his head slightly: "No, Your Highness, I heard from the people in Mengshenglou that the gentleman went to travel around at the beginning of the month, and he may take a longer time to go out this time. Have to come back in August."

"That's it." Mo Shuli's brows drooped slightly, his originally bright eyes obviously darkened, and when he turned his eyes, he saw the figure standing by the gate of the small courtyard, and he forced himself to cheer up again , "Then this is..."

"Oh, Your Highness, look at this slave's memory!" Di Chang slapped himself on the forehead in response, and then hurried over to attract the man whose face was hidden under the hood.

"Your Highness, this is Mr. Shi. The servant came across him by chance when he was returning from Mengsheng Tower."

"Mr. is also a wandering sorcerer who came from a famous school and has profound knowledge. He saw the sadness on the servant's face and figured out the predicament that the servant encountered. He offered to come and see a doctor for you - the servant thought , You can’t invite Mr. Wangsheng today, so it’s better to invite him to show you.”

"This..." Mo Shuli's eyes were full of hesitation. He looked carefully at the man wearing a cloak that dragged the floor and couldn't see his brows clearly. After a long while, he nodded his head slightly, "If that's the case, I will trouble Mr. Shi."

"Your Highness is very polite." The man said, his voice was a little stiff and hoarse, "Your Highness's condition, I have heard about it before, and I have always guessed it in my heart."

"Looking at it now, I can see that His Highness's sickness is exactly the same as what Pindao had imagined before—Your Highness, your leg fell into a cold pool accidentally when you were young, and the cold air entered your body and you took cold medicine for a long time before it became useless?"

"That's right, that's exactly what it is." Mo Shuli's pupils flickered, and he already had a slightly higher opinion of the warlock in his heart. He put on his cloak and moved forward slightly in the wheelchair, trying his best to calm down his tone. "Then according to what Mister sees, the boy's leg can still be saved?"

"Of course it can be saved." The man bowed and bowed, showing a pair of clean, thin and slightly pale hands. There seemed to be silver bells on the clothes under his cloak, and there were crisp sounds between his movements.

"Besides, this disease is not difficult to treat." The man said, after finishing speaking, he took out a three-inch high porcelain bottle from his sleeve, unscrewed the cap, and poured out two pills the size of a fingernail, his voice still carried With the less obvious stiffness.

"There is a kind of medicine here in Pindao, which can dredge collaterals and bones, remove dampness and cold."

"As long as His Highness trusts the poor, the poor will recover within half a month."

"Half a month? Sir, you are making too much of a joke." Mo Shuli was unmoved, but the suspicion in his pupils deepened, "The boy also visited a very powerful Taoist priest before, The gentleman said that according to the boy's situation, at least he needs to take good care of him for a year or so before he can see the effect."

"Why do you only need half a month?"

"That's because, Your Highness, the person you visited before was not good at learning." The man sneered, and as he spoke, he held the two pills in his palm in the direction of Mo Shuli, "Your Highness, if you don't believe me, you can But try it now."

"Pindao guarantees that you will feel the effect after taking a pill."

After hearing this, the young man didn't say a word, he just locked the two pills.

Seeing this, the sorcerer seemed to have sensed his concerns, so he turned his hands in a different direction: "If Your Highness is worried that Pindao has tampered with the medicine, you can ask this steward to try it for you first."

"Your servant is rude." Di Chang clasped his fists at the sound, and then, regardless of his master's dissuasion, he resolutely grabbed a pill and threw a handful into his mouth.

Half an hour later, Mo Shuli was slightly relieved when he saw that his expression was still the same.

　This paragraph was meant to be included in a chapter.

　　In the end, I did [-] words.

　　Forget it, one and a half chapters, torn apart.

　　As long as there are two thousand and four, I am crowded together.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)