The ugly concubine of the foolish king

Chapter 31, Wuyuan, the dog blood prescription, stood beside the old man, looking at Shang Qinger nervously, because Shang Qinger had already started to roll up her sleeves at this time, and it seemed that she was just like going to the battlefield. This kind of attitude is what people are afraid of.

"Master..." Wu Yuan aroused the old man. According to Wu Yuan, the young man in front of him doesn't look like a doctor no matter what.

"Old man, get ready, let's start opening the acupoints." Shang Qing'er asked.

But seeing the guard next to the old man, he pulled out the long sword in his hand and pointed it at Shang Qing'er's neck.

"Boy, if you dare to play tricks, be careful that I will decapitate you." The guard's words did not scare Shang Qing'er.

"Go on, I trust you sir." The old man gave Shang Qing'er a look of approval.

Shang Qing'er gently raised her hand, calmly removed the long sword across her neck, and then looked at Wu Yuan.

"Remember how I did it. From now on, every morning and evening, I will press it for your master once, and then add the medicine I prescribed, and you will be cured in a few days." Shang Qing'er said quite seriously, Wu Yuan stood beside her Behind him, he began to study seriously.

But seeing her put her little hand on the old man's back, according to the acupuncture points on his body, she pressed them one by one. From time to time, the old man would make a cough or two.

Wu Yuan looked at it seriously, and Shang Qing'er also pushed it seriously, but it was only a cup of tea, Shang Qing'er stopped, and patted the old man's back vigorously a few times.

"Grandpa, do you feel more relaxed?" Shang Qing'er asked,

"It's a lot easier." The old man told the truth.

"In that case, little brother, please get the pen and paper, I'm going to prescribe a prescription." Shang Qinger continued, and the second brother handed the prepared pen and paper to Shang Qinger.

Shang Qing'er looked at the writing brush, and felt that if she was asked to write with this kind of pen, she would find it difficult, not to mention writing, even if she was scribbling, she would not be able to draw clearly.However, the prescription was so precious that no one else could know about it. After thinking about it, she broke off a chopstick on the table, sharpened it with a knife, and wrote down the prescription with ink on it.

"Take the prescription and take the medicine according to the prescription when you go back." After finishing writing, Shang Qing'er handed over the prescription for five yuan.

"How dare you guarantee that your prescription can cure the master's illness?" Wu Yuan asked distrustfully.

"If I say cure it, cure it. If you don't believe me, you can find another home." Shang Qing'er hated Wuyuan very much. She had a lot of things like Shima, and she was on par with that grandma in the palace.

"I believe you, sir." The old man chuckled and glanced at Shang Qing'er, with a look of approval on his face.

"Thank you for the old man's trust. Today, I also thank the old man for generously donating money and paying for my meal. The prescription has been finished, so I won't bother you. Let me leave." Shang Qing'er cupped her hands and was about to leave.

"My lord, would you like to sit down and have a few drinks?" The old man asked, and he suddenly felt that there must be something special about this young man in front of him.

"Don't bother me, I still have some things to deal with in my son's house, goodbye." Shang Qing'er is in a hurry to leave now, she has been out for a long time, and she only had a meal at Zuixianlou, isn't that Clear waste of time?

The old man watched Shang Qing'er leave, Wu Yuan asked.

"Master, I just asked my second brother, she ate 3 taels, 3 taels of silver for this meal, and just asked for such a broken prescription. Is it useful?" Obviously, for the prescription Shang Qinger prescribed , five yuan is extremely suspicious.

"I know her." The old man didn't answer Wu Yuan's words, but just said such a sentence that everyone couldn't understand.When the food came up, the aroma disperse, and the old man's face was full of displeasure. "3 taels for a meal? This meal is too expensive, it must have been robbed."

Under everyone's suspicious eyes, Shang Qing'er led Hongzhuang and Baozhen, and walked out of Zuixian Tower with the packed meals.After going out, Hong Zhuang couldn't bear it anymore and asked.

"My lord, what kind of medicine did you prescribe for that old man?" Hong Zhuang just didn't ask, but Shang Qing'er became happy when she asked.

"It's not a prescription, it's just tofu syrup mixed with some traditional Chinese medicine." After Shang Qinger finished speaking, Hongzhuang and Baozhen both opened their mouths wide.

There are countless famous doctors in the capital, but no one has heard of such a bloody prescription.

"My lord, can you cure illnesses?" Baozhen also asked incredulously.

"Yes, what can I do if I don't treat the disease, don't worry, your son, I understand." After finishing speaking, Shang Qing'er happily walked forward.

"My lord, wait for us, it's getting late, why don't we go back to the mansion?" Baozhen looked at the sky and asked about Shang Qing'er. It's been a long time since she left the mansion, so she might be from the mansion. People should be in a hurry.

"No hurry, I'll look around again." Shang Qing'er is very interested, she hasn't come out for a long time, staying in that palace makes her almost bored to death.

"My lord, let's go back. If we go back late, that old hag, Nanny Sun, doesn't know what kind of witch she will give birth to." Hong Zhuang said softly, she had seen how powerful Nanny Sun was.

A few days ago, she just accidentally broke a bowl, which happened to be seen by Nanny Sun, so that she could be cleaned up. Her arm was still wounded, so Shang Qing'er didn't dare to see it.

"She doesn't have that ability, don't worry." Shang Qing'er raised her eyebrows proudly, and continued to walk forward.

Not far in front, there is a small hexagram booth with four big characters "fortune-telling and fortune-telling" written on it. In front of the hexagram booth, an old man about 80 years old is sitting. His eyes are slightly closed, making it hard to see. Come out, is he blind, or is he asleep?

Shang Qing'er led Bao Zhen and Hong Zhuang, and happened to pass by his hexagram stall, but saw his closed eyes suddenly opened, and said something to Shang Qing'er.

"Look at Bazi, determine marriage, find the next life, refer to this life..." Originally, Shang Qing'er didn't trust fate, but her time travel forced her to face up to this matter, so she slowed down. own footsteps.

When she passed the hexagram booth, she turned back again, stood in front of the hexagram booth, and looked at the old man.

This old man seems to be over eighty years old, with a long beard that hangs down to his chest, and his hair is very neatly combed. Even the gray cloth gown on his body has been washed exceptionally clean. A sense of immortality.