Aggrieved Fish Sprite: 284|Gai does not know its suffering

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"The elders are a little bit angry and have concerns. If you have anything to talk to the younger generation at home, don't lose your temper easily, it is not good for your health."

Mo Li did not prescribe a prescription, but only gave Bao Guanyong a small bottle of Cihuitang Qingxin Pingqi Pills.

Yuan Ting will be suspicious, and see the rare father did not say a word, he said that he doesn't lose his temper, and he will ask after returning to Mipu.

When the people from Cihuitang sent them out, Moli also followed a few steps.

"Some things are just like illnesses and cannot be delayed."

Bao Guanyong's figure was shocked and he turned his head abruptly, but Moli was already looking at a patient who was helped by the apprentice at the drugstore.

The sound that came to my ears just now was as thin as a mosquito. It should have been said by the doctor.

It was in a daze, and it sounded like Meng Qi's voice again.

The treasurer Bao was stunned by his apprentice.

Yuan Ting is not stupid. Seeing the appearance of Bao's shopkeeper, he knows that Master really has something to hide from himself.

When this tendon turned a corner, things that hadn't been thought of came to mind one by one, and Yuan Ting's face sank.

——He can’t figure it out. Seeing that King Ning is about to raise his army, Master is repenting?

The two masters and apprentices returned to the small building behind Mipu. There are five lanes near this wooden building, and there is no obstacle for normal entry and exit. Once the machine spring is pulled down, a total of 18 organs are activated. There are many skilled craftsmen in the south of the Yangtze River, and Bao Guanyong is the veteran of Fengxing Pavilion. They seem to have only Mipu as a stronghold in the small town, but in fact, the whole street behind is full of Fengxing Pavilion people.

Naturally, Yuan Ting could not talk to Bao's shopkeeper about those things outside. He pretended to be normal, looked at the account book to deal with the trivial matters in Fengxing Pavilion, and waited for the genius to blow the lamp and lie down.

Half an hour later, Yuan Ting quietly turned over the window and stepped into the room of the treasurer next door.

Bao Guanyong did not fall asleep as expected, and kept sitting in front of the stool waiting for his apprentice.

The room was dark and couldn't light the lights. Neither the master or the apprentice spoke, so they looked at it for a while.

The only light comes from Cihuitang in the distance.

"Master, are you not optimistic about King Ning?" Yuan Ting asked softly.

"Wang Ning is lascivious and useless, what can I say?"

Bao Guanyong snorted. If the three kings of Jiangnan have a good use, will he be here now?

Yuan Ting patiently said: "Master, the tall one is among the dwarfs. Compared with King Jing’s arrogance and arrogance, King Wu’s insatiable greed is just good. Incompetent. Besides, we are not assisting King Ning. Back then, Mr. Qiu didn’t just say Now, **** has the benefit of lust. If you love this year next year, King Ning has more than 20 sons. Picking one who can support the overall situation is always better than King Wu Jing. Now, hasn't Mr. Qiu's words been verified? Ning? The seventeenth king, young and promising, both civil and military, the Chu Dynasty has great hopes of rejuvenation."

Bao Guanyong reached out and poured the medicine bottle down and swallowed a Qingxin Pingqi pill.

Yuan Ting: "..."

What did he say wrong?

As for taking medicine on the spot to show him?

Bao Guanyong let out a long sigh, angered and hurt his body. The disciples of Doctor Qin were indeed thoughtful and could prescribe suitable medicine for anyone pretending to be sick.

"You have been in Fengxing Pavilion for so many years. You have never seen or heard of the famous talents in Jiangnan. You are telling the old man, which green onion is King Ning's 17th son? His combination of civil and military skills, is it true? Is it true learning, or is it touted by others?"

To praise it is definitely there, but it's not that there is no real talent or learning, otherwise it will not be praised.

For the sake of fame and fortune, you can speak without conscience, but if there is too much ignorance that you can’t find your conscience, you won’t have a foothold in the Confucian literary world.

Yuan Ting said in a puzzled way: "For the king, as long as he knows how to use others, he doesn't need to be better than others in everything."

How many champions were there in each dynasty? Does the emperor have to write an article that is more colorful than the champions?

"Huh, knowing people to use, it's easy to say." Bao Guanyong waved his hand and said with a sneer, "The old man used to be a middle-aged person, and then he wandered around the rivers and lakes. The most impatient thing is poetry and essays. Of course, the old man would not think he should do it The emperor must have the top scholar. In the eyes of the old man, the officials of the imperial examinations are just to pick smart people. Those who have to study hard to understand the state policy, at most can pass the test, even if the ancestral tomb is smoked to make them the title of the gold list. Even a jinshi and no one can be known in the officialdom. If the Manchu civil and military are smart, what will happen to the emperor without them? If the Manchu civil and military are not smart enough, what will happen to the country and the people?"

Yuan Ting was dumbfounded, and he subconsciously retorted: "You mean, the little princess is not smart enough? The master has not even seen the little princess, so how can he conclude that he will not be successful?"

Bao Guanyong looked at him steadily, after a long time, he whispered like a dream:

"Because... this little county king was chosen by Mr. Qiu."

***

Cihuitang.

Because of the curfew, the number of medical seekers at the door finally stopped increasing. The last few patients who had no time to leave the shop before the curfew took the medicine, and the severely ill were left in the room behind Cihuitang, lightly with their homes. People go to stay in the inn in the middle of the street.

The lights were not extinguished, the young man was busy cleaning, the apprentices re-dispensed medicines, made pills, and counted the medicine cabinets.

The two doctors who left early in the past did not go home today, and under the light they held the prescriptions written in the white diary to ask Moli for advice.

The ink carp will not stay in the city for long. In one day, the patients in the city will be almost treated, at least there should be no rescuers. Although they don't know the identity and origin of the Moli, the literati and the literati can use poems to make famous posts, and even if they don't know each other, they can sing each other. In the apricot forest, good medical skills and good prescriptions are famous posts.

If you have a famous post, why not treat it as a distinguished guest?

The best room on the second floor of Cihuitang was cleaned up. The soft pillows on the mat were newly purchased. There was also a pot of hot soup and two plates of Su-style dim sum.

The dim sum in the south is very different from the pastry in the north. It has many nuts and flesh, and I prefer to add pickled sweet-scented osmanthus, peach blossom, orange peel, etc. to the dim sum. It is both fragrant and smooth. Even Moli couldn't hold back eating a piece, originally he planned to leave all these to Meng Qi.

Moli even thought of the plate of rice cakes made with wine at Cihuitang at noon. It was a pity that Meng Qi was not there at that time, and it was difficult for him to hide a piece of rice cake in his sleeve in full view.

"This sugar rice cake tastes very sweet, the doctor will also have a piece?"

Meng Qi said, but his eyes were reluctant.

Mo Lei looked away silently-a gerbil who is afraid of bitterness and loves sweetness.

"Brother Meng, I'm worried that treasurer Bao will be quarreling with his apprentice..." Mo Li looked at the dark night on the other side of the alley and sighed.

"Sooner or later, it will be noisy, now I will open up the words, it is better to have a good time, the teacher and the apprentice are strangers."

Meng Qi casually said while holding the rice cake with his chopsticks, "Yuan Ting understands the art of war and can defend against the enemy on the battlefield. Once King Ning rises up, he will definitely enter the army. This is what Yuan Ting originally planned for himself. In the future, Bao Guanyong has been unable to make up his mind to showdown with his apprentice because of this."

Ning Wang’s counsellor has been dormant for many years, and the forces he carefully cultivated are also waiting for the day when he will rise up. Is Yuan Ting an unambitious generation?

Meng Qi continued without raising his head: "I am ambitious, ambitious, and have my own ideas... People like Yuan Ting are the backbone of supporting the Qiu Pavilion Master’s father. They will not stand in the autumn landscape. On the other side, because they feel that what they have done is righteous, it is worthwhile to pacify the Central Plains and reorganize the mountains and rivers. For this reason, they will reappear and be devastated."

But now is different from the last years of the Chen Dynasty.

The people's life is indeed very difficult, and many people can't survive, but the monarchs and officials who can really bring them back to the prosperous age of the Chu Dynasty do not exist.

Together with the soldiers, it is the common people who died, and the King of the Universe of Ning became the throne, and the people's life was not much better.

"It's not that I underestimated the Ning Wang's adviser's ability to govern the country, but that his help was too little, his path was too partial, and he used his own daughter to hide his people in the rivers and lakes." Meng Qi paused. , Said calmly, "It is so difficult to govern the country. My old friends and I have tried. It takes several generations of people to live and work in peace and contentment. King Ning does not have so many talents, and Yuan Ting has been in the rivers and lakes for a long time. It may be possible for water bandits to rush to kill the enemy. When it comes to governing the country, they will all be caught blind."

Mr. Qiu attracted and trained people who are confused about these things, and they are full of merits and deeds, and they even think that they are working for the welfare of the common people in the world.

But who is Bao Guanyong? He has seen the founding monarchs and ministers of the Chu Dynasty, and experienced many changes in the Chu Dynasty. Even if he was a pioneer officer who could only charge and kill in his early years, he could only lead the frontier army instructor. He was a fool if he lived at this age and couldn't see through. .

Meng Qi doesn't think his old men are fools.

"What's more terrible is that Bao Guanyong has eight apprentices..."

Meng Qi thought of the nicknames of those eight people, he couldn't help but choked up, and then quickly continued, "Especially the boss and the fourth, the two nicknamed "Broken Mountain Tiger" and "Split Mountain Tiger" are still in King Ning. As a military attaché under his command, if Bao Guanyong turns his face with that Mr. Qiu, his disciple’s life will be difficult to tell, and I heard what Bao Guanyong said, these apprentices all want to'Fu Chu' wholeheartedly."

Fu Chu is a good banner.

People are full of hearts and want to go back in time.

Even Bao Guanyong was not confused by the word "Fu Chu" at first, he hated Li Yuanze, and even more hated Qi Emperor Lu Zhang.

Li Yuanze is certainly an abomination, but there are not a few kings who killed heroes in the history books. When Li Yuanze died, Bao Guanyong only paid attention to the "Chu Dynasty". In his eyes, Lu Zhang was a villain who usurped the throne, a courtier who slaughtered and did not surrender. Bao Guanyong couldn't wait to stab him a thousand times.

Without this hatred, even if Mr. Qiu had a life-saving grace for him, Bao Guanyong would not necessarily be attracted by him.

"...The treasurer of Bao is getting older, and the hatred in his heart has been gradually replaced by his worries about his apprentice. Before he knew it, he became a stranger with the adviser of King Ning."

Mo Li heard what Meng Qi said, and his heart was like this.

"Brother Meng thinks that if their masters and apprentices spread the words, they can just focus on it from now on?"

"Difficult."

Meng Qi shook his head without hesitation, "His eldest disciple is in his forties and he is not a child. How could he not have his own ideas?"

Even if the **** in front of him, Yuan Ting, could persuade him, the other two disciples in Luling County would not be able to pull them back.

Meng Qi came in secretly. He couldn't sit in front of the lights, otherwise the shadow would be reflected on the window and he could only find a corner.

Mo Lei simply moved the round stool to the corner, and the two of them sat down together.

Meng Qi used chopsticks to feed the remaining piece of sugar rice cake to Moli's mouth.

Moli took a bite and pushed it back.

"Remember to use green salt after eating." Moli put the plate back in the food box and rinsed his mouth by the way.

Meng Qi sat and hugged people from behind, without letting go.

Moli turned around and broke free, sending the food box and soup pot downstairs.

When I came back, I had used hot water, towels, and green salt. Someone was lying in the bed, and the famous name was to help warm the quilt.

Moli: "..."

The August heat, warm up a ghost quilt!

He didn't blame the gerbils for heating up the mat!

"The doctor is tired today." Meng Qi touched Moli's shoulder with his hands.

Although he doesn't know Tui Na, the martial arts master is proficient in meridian and acupuncture points. He squeezes and presses the meridian and acupuncture points. Meng Qi makes the ink carp sore for a while, and almost makes a sound.

"Don't move, go to sleep." Moli held down one hand of the opponent, and the other hand came up again.

Finally, the hand that caused the stranger touched his waist.

Uh, it was really uncomfortable there, since the storm passed.

Meng Qi secretly used his internal strength, and the ink carp only felt the warmth and warmth at the palm of his hand was extremely comfortable, and his eyelids slowly started fighting.

"Ali?"

"Um..."

"Today you delivered a child to a woman who was in dystocia. The mother and child are safe. Why did I not feel happy to see you when you came out?"

Mo Li turned his head and glanced at Meng Qi. After thinking about it, he felt that it was not Meng Qi’s fault. He half-closed her eyes and said, “The woman’s mother-in-law almost didn’t agree with me when she saw me. Elderly doctor, go and see. I will be sixty when I leave here tomorrow, lest I encounter such a thing."

Meng Qi touched his chin. He thought that he and Doctor Mo were 20 years old yesterday, 40 today, and 60 tomorrow. Will Fengxingge think they are monsters?

Probably not. Compared with the magical skills of rejuvenation and immortality, people in the world believe in disguise.