What bad thoughts could a genius doctor have?

Shi Zhou stared at Mu Xuan for a long time, and finally said: "Why don't you tell yourself what you think of. If you are right, I will nod, if you are wrong, I will shake your head."

Mu Xuan tentatively said, "But I'm staying at the Banshan Medical Center?"

When he said this, he stroked his forehead with his hand, "There is a bag here."

Shi Zhou: "..."

She nodded, "Yeah."

Mu Xuan's face froze, it didn't seem like he was dreaming, but it was true!

"Hold, hug the radish against the corner and secretly nibble?"

Shi Zhou nodded again.

Mu Xuan: "..."

"I, did I ever talk to Tong Laoshi..."

He didn't go on, [-]% is true!
Mu Xuan sat down on the chair, stupefied, for a while, he stretched out his hand to cover his face, "How can I save face? It's all because of that bastard Shangguanqian, it must be that the ghost doctor whose whereabouts are erratic is there One piece appeared, and said that that person had a weird temper, was different from ordinary people, and even threw me away!"

Shi Zhou continued to grind the powder without saying a word.

Mu Xuan said again: "When he comes back, I will take care of him properly."

Shi Zhou still ignored him.

When he stopped babbling, Shi Zhou asked, "Mr. Mu, where is the biggest cloth shop in the capital?"

Upon hearing this, Mu Xuan stood up and said, "Do you want to tear cloth to make clothes? It's not easy, I'll take you there now!"

Originally, Mu Xuan thought she would explain the day, but he never thought that Shi Zhou would really put down what he was doing after listening to his words, and would go out with him after washing his hands.

Shi Zhou came out of the house with an extra package in his hand.

Mu Xuan asked: "What are you doing? Are you leaving?"

Shi Zhou explained: "I took a sample cloth and asked the shopkeeper to have a look."

Mu Xuan took Shi Zhou to the largest cloth shop in the capital, and the shopkeeper knew Mu Xuan immediately. As soon as Mu Xuan entered, everyone in the venue became nervous. , is not a good thing, and will be kicked.

That's right, Mu Xuan is the master of whoever blocks his way in the capital and whoever he kicks.

At least, the previous Mu Xuan was indeed like this.

He doesn't like places where people are noisy, if there are ignorant people around him, he can only consider himself unlucky.

"Mr. Mu, I haven't seen you for a long time. You are still so refreshed. I don't know where you have been resting these days? Not to mention that there are a lot of good goods. You can look at them casually. They are not comparable to the tributes in the palace, but the whole capital You can never pick the same suit!"

As he said that, the shopkeeper stretched out his hand and invited the person in.

Shi Zhou followed behind Mu Xuan, and the shopkeeper guessed that Mu Xuan brought the young girl over to pick up cloth, and he was very polite to both of them, "Does the girl have a suit?"

Seeing that there was no one around, Shi Zhou opened the package in his hand: "Shopkeeper, I have a sample cloth here, help me find out where it came from."

Shi Zhou took out an old yellow cloth from the package and put it in front of the shopkeeper.

As soon as the shopkeeper's eyes fell on the cloth, he gasped, "This is..."

Seeing his expression, Shi Zhou said, "The shopkeeper must know where this cloth comes from?"

The shopkeeper swallowed his saliva, "I don't know where the girl got this cloth from?"

Shi Zhou raised his head: "The old man at home picked it up. I saw that the yellow color is bright and beautiful, not silky and cool. It should be very cool to wear in summer, so I wanted to pull a few more pieces of cloth to make an underwear..."

Before Shi Zhou could finish his sentence, the shopkeeper hastily said, "Young lady, you can't do it!"

Shi Zhou was taken aback, "Shopkeeper, where do you start with this?"

The shopkeeper took a quick look at Mu Xuan, and said to Shi Zhou: "Master Mu is here too, the villain dare not lie, this cloth is a court tribute, carefully guarded by many Jiangnan skillful mothers, it is specially prepared for the royal family!"

As the shopkeeper said, he unfolded the step very respectfully, measured its size and shape, and then folded it carefully and put it back in place.

"The villain dares to guess, based on the size and shape of this cloth, it is likely to be something wrapped by a baby..."

Shi Zhou's brain exploded.

Royal tribute?

Made for royals?
She picked up the cloth, "Shopkeeper, you can see clearly, it's just a piece of yellow cloth, how can you tell it's a royal tribute?"

The shopkeeper had a bitter look on his face, "Girl, I really dare not lie. This yellow is not that yellow. It is different from the yellows that can be found everywhere outside. It is also different from the yellow cloth in my shop. Royal bright yellow , It is absolutely impossible to find a piece of bright yellow cloth from top to bottom in my shop."

"Furthermore, the fabric, feel and workmanship of this piece of fabric are not comparable to other fabrics. I have been in the fabric business for more than 20 years, and this kind of thing can be recognized at a glance, and it is absolutely impossible to miss it!"

Shi Zhou picked up the cloth and looked at it again and again, his heart sank little by little.

She put the yellow cloth back into the package, stood up without saying anything, and wanted to leave.

Mu Xuan followed behind her, and when she got out of the cloth house, Mu Xuan said, "Why didn't you speak suddenly? Are you scared by that piece of cloth? Where did the cloth come from? You couldn't have cut it, right?"

Shi Zhou said: "Didn't you hear what he said? That piece of cloth is exclusively for the royal family, which means that the owner of this piece of cloth may also be related to the royal family."

Mu Xuan nodded: "Yes, this is indeed a fabric exclusively for the royal family, what's so strange about it?"

Shi Zhou didn't dare to tell the truth, but just asked: "I'm curious what kind of person can afford such a cloth? What kind of child can wrap him with such a golden cloth?"

Mu Xuan said: "So you are curious about this, so why don't you ask me? When I was born, I used this kind of yellow cloth. I heard that it was the one on top that wrapped me up personally. My father didn't dare to take it off. .”

"Except for me, all the little princes in the palace had this thing when they were born. It's not a rare thing."

Shi Zhou took a look at him, for such a pampered young man, probably there is nothing rare in this world that would surprise him.

"So this means that even if it is not the prince's baby, it is possible to have such a cloth wrap?"

Mu Xuan said: "It's very rare. Like me, or the birth of a child of some minister's family. In order to show his honor and favor, the emperor will give the child some extra rewards. It's also possible."

"Other than that, is there anything else?"

Mu Xuan thought about it seriously: "There will always be children born to relatives of the royal family, especially those who are valued."

"So besides the prince, besides the extra last time, there is another possibility, that is, the children of the royal relatives are rewarded? For example, the prince's son? Is it possible?"

Mu Xuan nodded: "Yes, but this thing is also a disaster for some people."

Shi Zhou raised his eyebrows: "How do you say that?"

"I just said that although this thing is a baby's package, it doesn't matter if you have it or not, but it is a reward after all. Some people have it, some don't, and those who don't have it will naturally be jealous. Was the youngest son of Prince Ning born? How long, I lost my life because of this piece of cloth..."

Shi Zhou stopped in his tracks, stared at Shi Zhou and asked, "Prince Ning's youngest son lost his life not long after he was born? What do you mean by that?"

Mu Xuan said: "Ah? This happened many years ago. I was still young at that time. I only heard people say that the eldest son of Prince Ning's mansion hated the newborn younger brother who robbed him of the position of heir when he was born, and sent someone to kill him." His younger brother. Because he was the only heir left in Prince Ning's mansion, after he killed the young prince, not only was he not punished, but he became the prince instead. Isn't it strange?"

Shi Zhou froze on the spot: "Is there anyone who knows the specific news about Prince Ning's Mansion?"

Mu Xuan said: "Most of the things we knew back then were heard from outsiders. I was young at that time, and I only listened to the excitement and didn't care about the facts. If you want to know, you can ask the Empress Dowager when you have a chance. She Two days ago, I asked me if you have time recently, and I wanted to invite you to the palace to meet, but I was worried that you had been working so hard, and that your master passed away would disturb you."

Shi Zhou said at that time: "Mr. Mu, please go into the palace and pass a message, just say that I miss her old man and Wu Niang very much... No, it's Princess Zhaoqing, I hope to have a chance to visit the palace before leaving the capital. "

Mu Xuan, who was suddenly begged on his head, was still a little embarrassed, "I will enter the palace early tomorrow morning, can you wait for my news?"

Shi Zhou nodded: "Okay."

On the way back, Shi Zhou went to the old gentleman who sells calligraphy and painting, and saw Tong Laoshi writing, and the old gentleman who sold calligraphy and painting instructed Tong Laoshi to write.

Shi Zhou looked at Tong Laoshi's earnest expression, and felt some emotion in his heart. Honesty is still very willing to learn to write. It's a pity that he can start learning at an early age, but it's not too late to learn now.

When Shi Zhou and Mu Xuan were about to go back, they saw a few young children walking to the calligraphy and painting booth. After tilting their heads and looking at the writing written by Tong Laoshi, they couldn't help curling their lips and mockingly said: "This word It’s too embarrassing to take it out and sell it, it’s simply insulting to the gentleman!”

Tong Laoshi raised his head and explained: "My calligraphy is not for sale. My calligraphy is still being practiced. Mr.'s calligraphy is for sale."

"If you write like this, how can your husband write it so well? Who knows where he stole these ready-made characters? In places like the capital, he sells calligraphy and paintings, and he doesn't even look at what he has written. In this way, you dare to come out to show your shame, and you are not afraid of being ridiculed."

Tong Laoshi put down his pen and said angrily: "You said that my handwriting is ugly. Why do you say that my husband's handwriting is ugly? My husband has been selling calligraphy and paintings here for a long time. People passing by Who doesn't boast? Why do you say that his writing is ugly?"

"I can't even say a few words, what's your attitude?" A son-in-law walked up to Tong Laoshi, grabbed the other skirts of his clothes, and said viciously: "You brat, dare to shout in front of us, don't even look at it." It's not something you can afford to offend, you are so poor!"

The old gentleman hurried over to save Tong Laoshi from their hands, "You guys have something to say, this little brother is not my student, he just wants to practice calligraphy more, so I let him If you are practicing a few words here, if you offend him, please, Mr. Haihan, don't be as knowledgeable as a child."

"Bah! Who the hell are you, old man? Just say a few nice words? Get out of here! Or beat you too!"

Tong Laoshi suddenly became angry. It's okay to call him ugly, and it's okay to beat him, but they can't be so rude to the husband!

Tong Laoshi raised his fist angrily, "If you dare to talk nonsense again, I will beat you."

Those sons burst out laughing, "You hit me? You try? If you dare to do it, I will kill you, and you don't even look at where this is. How dare you fight with us? clamor?"

"Why can't this old thing be scolded, but what's so great about selling calligraphy and painting? Do you really think you are so rich? Looking at a gentleman, in fact, you are not full of copper smell? Selling calligraphy and painting, it's a shame! "

Before the boy could finish his sentence, Tong Laoshi couldn't bear it any longer and rushed over, punching him in the face.

Tong Laoshi is very strong and is used to rough work, but he is a child after all, and his figure is not enough to look good in front of several adults.

What's more, the other party is still three people?

"Brat, I think you're just looking for a beating, so give me his place!"

As soon as the words fell to those two, the other two rushed over and directly lifted the old man's stall.

Tong Lao was trying his best to stop him, but how could he be their opponent?

"Stop it, stop it, you can't beat people, why do you touch other people's things?"

Tong Laoshi's tears fell down, even if he was beaten, he refused to bow his head and admit defeat, he kept scolding those three people, he was not afraid that these bastards would find fault and bully others deliberately, people in the capital have What's the big deal?
The three people had already surrounded Tong Laoshi and were about to slap Tong Laoshi in the face.

At this moment, the man who raised his hand high was suddenly kicked on his ass from behind.

The old gentleman's booth was originally standing by the river, but after being kicked, the man couldn't stand still, and staggered into the river.

The man was thumping in the river and shouting for help.

The boy following behind him jumped into the river to fish for people when he saw it.

As for the other two, when they saw their companion being kicked into the river, they immediately jumped into a rage, "Who? Who is so courageous? Today I insist..."

Before he finished speaking, the person who turned around saw Mu Xuan's face, and froze in place, "Little Lord? You, why are you back?"

Didn't it mean that Mu Xuan was poisoned and was about to die, so he was sent for treatment?Why did it take so long to come back alive and kicking?
Does he know how happy these people are living these days when they are not in the capital?

Why is it that this kid is back after only half a year?
Thinking in a daze in his mind, before he could figure it out, he saw that Mu Xuan had already grabbed his skirt, raised his hand high, and slapped him across the face with a "slap".

"Bullying people, who told you to bully people? These days when I'm no longer in the capital, is that how you bully people? They set up calligraphy and painting stalls here, and they provoked you? If your father knows that you are doing it outside This matter will hit you harder, right?"