The Most Spoiled Medical Concubine

Xuanyuansheng's handsome face is full of chill, which makes Ling Fei's heart jump in front of him. He is really afraid that the emperor will cut off people's heads in anger.

Fortunately, what he was worried about didn't happen. Xuanyuansheng pondered for a long time before he said, "if you go after her, you don't have to go back to me." Then he turned and left.

Ling Fei quickly knelt on the ground and said, "I will bring her back."

Song Qingqing ran out of the capital, worried that someone was chasing her. He didn't dare to stop all the way and went to the village at the foot of Xiliang mountain.

She got off the horse and saw a tea shed not far away. She thought to inquire about the news on Xiliang mountain first.

The shopkeeper of the teahouse saw the customers and hurried forward to greet them warmly.

Song Qingqing gave the rein to him and said, "feed the good horse!"

The shopkeeper answered and led the horse to the back of the teahouse. There was only one person left in the whole teahouse. She looked around casually. There were only a few stone tables in the teahouse. On the table was a black teapot whose color was not clear. There was a stove in the corner. Water was burning on it, making a sound of water vapor.

The shopkeeper had already come back before he had finished looking at him. He was a man in his fifties. His complexion was dark and his brows were full of vicissitudes. He seemed to have been weathered.

Hearing the footstep of the shopkeeper running into the room, song Qingqing subconsciously frowned. The footstep was heavy and powerful, like a martial art. With this recognition, she was a little more alert.

The shopkeeper looked at her with a warm face and asked, "my guest, have you come to a pot of tea to relieve your fatigue?"

Song didn't want to drink. She brought her own kettle, but in order not to make the shopkeeper suspicious, she nodded and said, "OK, what good tea do you have here?"

The shopkeeper said with a smile: "there is no good tea in the rough country. It's just some ordinary tea. The only one that can be considered as good is Longjing before the rain. Otherwise, I'll give you a pot?"

Song Qing nodded and saw that he had picked up the teapot beside his desk and began to wash and make tea.

Just at this time, people suddenly came outside, two rough looking men came in, with a face of flesh, which was particularly frightening.

The shopkeeper seemed to know them. When he saw them, he quickly asked, "are you still the old rules?"

The two men waved their hands and did not say a word. The Damascus was sitting on the table next to Song Qing.

Song Qing fell in love with Lisi. They were dressed in strong clothes and armed with sabres. This place was at the foot of Xiliang mountain. Although it was very close to the barracks, the barracks had strict rules and would not allow soldiers to wander around the countryside. So they were afraid that they were the people who came down Xiliang mountain.

Sure enough, as soon as they opened their mouth, the words were vulgar: "elder brother, you said that the doctor at the foot of Xiliang mountain and our brothers had been robbed to the mountain, and none of them could take good care of the lady's palpitation. Is it difficult to go to the palace and rob a royal doctor to come out?"

"Shh The other was cautious, and looked at him as if he were afraid of the presence of an outsider.

The speaker looked at Song Qingqing, narrowed his eyes and said, "what are you afraid of? It's just a weak scholar who has no power to bind a chicken."

The man seemed to feel funny, so he said helplessly: "since our brother took the job, we'll try our luck on the official road. Maybe we can really meet the imperial doctor."

The shopkeeper came in and made tea for them, but they didn't taste it either. They just lifted their necks and drank it clean. At last, they wiped their mouths and regarded it as a drink.

It seems that they have been used to their behavior for a long time. The shopkeeper added water to them and said, "do you have tolerance?"

After hearing this, they frowned and said, "it's not true. Our baby who is in charge of our family is suffering from heart palpitations again. Maybe this time the situation is not very good. We don't order our brother to invite a doctor."

The shopkeeper sympathized and said, "I'm afraid miss Xue's palpitation has a long history, right? I've seen you two invite people up the mountain several times. "

After drinking tea, one person said, "it's not. It's brought out of the womb. It's not easy to cure. After several doctors saw it, they were helpless. Fortunately, our family leader hurt her and used all the precious medicines on her. If not, they would have died in ordinary people's homes."

After listening, Song Qing's heart moved. It seems that the bandit leader's daughter is suffering from congenital palpitations. Wouldn't it be easy to enter the mountain as a doctor?

It's just that the bandit leader is extremely cunning. If he offers himself, he will certainly arouse their suspicion. Maybe he will kill himself before he goes up the mountain. It's better to think of a complete solution.

Just as I was thinking about it, there was a sound of horse's hooves outside, and the sound of talking in the teahouse stopped suddenly. The whole room was quiet, only the sound of boiling water on the stove was heard.

It's Ling Fei who came here. He has been around the emperor for a long time. He naturally has official spirit. Even if he wears ordinary strong clothes, he can't hide his fierce momentum.

Almost subconsciously, two bandits from Xiliang mountain put their hands on the saber on their waist.

Song Qingqing jumped up almost in an instant and ran out quickly. While he was running, he cried out: "your master is already suffering from anorexia. I said that he can't cure it. Are you still pressing him step by step? You're still here? Do you want to be shameful or not? "

Ling Fei's face was covered with circles, but seeing that she was going to run out, she immediately went to grab her arm.

Song Qingqing quickly broke away, gritted his teeth and said, "don't think you are strong. I'm afraid of you. Although my ancestors are imperial doctors, I'm not a living immortal. I can only cure the living, but not the dying."

The two brothers in the teahouse, hearing the word "imperial doctor", suddenly brightened their eyes. They could not help holding the handle of the knife and walked out slowly.

Ling Fei just wanted to ask her what she was talking about? Then he saw that song Qingqing punched him in the face. He couldn't avoid it. He got a blow and his face turned white.

Song Qingqing winked at him apologetically, pushed him away and ran away.

Ling Fei this just reaction come over, bared teeth of pursued past.

"Stinky boy, you stop for me and dare to beat my handsome face. Who will give you the courage to break the medical skill?" As he chased, he yelled.

After all, song Qingqing was not as fast as he was, and he caught her by the shoulder. She suddenly turned to him and whispered, "hit me, hit me!"

Ling Fei's fist raised, but he didn't know where to go.