The ugly concubine of the foolish king

Chapter 140 Five, under the command of Shang Qinger, Ling Feifei, the fortune teller, carried Feng Yuchen on his back, and the three of them went down the mountain. After leaving this cave, it was a gloomy and hurried mountain forest. There were no people on such a mountain road Walking by, many men are not willing to come here, Shang Qing'er took the long sword that Ling Feifei gave her, and chopped back and forth along the way.Clear the obstacles on the way for Ling Feifei.

"Slow down, slow down..." Shang Qing'er said on the sidelines, afraid that the road would be bad and Ling Feifei would not be able to get there, "Be careful, don't drag him later." If you said the previous words, It could make Ling Feifei happy for half a minute, but what he said later made Ling Feifei very angry, and his face stretched for a long time.

"Shang Qing'er, I'm carrying your man behind my back, can you care about me a little?" Ling Feifei is not happy anymore, since he has to walk a mountain road with a man taller than him on his back, and can't use light work , one can imagine how difficult it was for him.

"Okay, okay, I was wrong, Ling Feifei, slow down, don't drag you later." Shang Qing'er said softly with a smile, and now she is begging her, so she can't help but say something softly, right? .

"That's about the same." Ling Feifei continued to walk forward. After walking for a long time after carrying such a person on his back, he didn't feel tired at all, but Shang Qing'er was tired and out of breath. It can be seen that Ling Feifei's Kung fu, how deep is it.

Because she was worried about Feng Yuchen's illness, Shang Qing'er was so tired that she didn't want to leave a few times when she was on the road, but when she thought of Feng Yuchen's life and death, she didn't feel tired at all, and panicked. Forward.

Finally, when the sun was about to set, the three came to the gate of Fahua Temple. Ling Feifei stared at the name of Fahua Temple for a long time, and let out a long breath.

Put Feng Yuchen's body on the ground, "This kid is really heavy, as heavy as a pig." Ling Feifei made a gesture, going forward to kick Feng Yuchen, but Shang Qinger blocked him.

"You've already scolded him, so you can't hit him again." Shang Qinger's defensive attitude made Ling Feifei uncomfortable, why did he feel that Shang Qinger protected Ling Feifei just like protecting her own child. "Ling Feifei, if you really want to vent your anger, or else, you can hit me a few times." At this moment, Shang Qing'er suddenly became pitiful. The foot that Ling Feifei wanted to lift was also at this moment. I can't lift it up.

"Okay, okay, go to Fahua Temple and call the door, I'll watch here." Ling Feifei was speechless, and confessed to Shang Qinger.

"Go ahead, I'm tired." Shang Qing'er said, she caressed her feet intentionally, she was really tired, but she was even more worried that if she wasn't here, Ling Feifei would be detrimental to Feng Yuchen, that is, Said that she was afraid that Ling Feifei would hurt Feng Yuchen.

"Okay, I know what you're thinking, I'll go, I'll go." Ling Feifei got up, stepped up the steps, and went to Fahua Temple to call the door.

Not long after, the gate of Fahua Temple opened, and a group of monks with bare heads rushed out. When Ling Feifei knocked on the door, he specifically confessed that His Royal Highness was injured. The Royal Temple, when they heard about this, they got too big and quickly reported to the abbot, and then they came out.

"Shang Xiaoniu, I've taken care of your affairs for you, and I'm flashing." Ling Feifei planned to leave after finishing her affairs.

"Ling Feifei, thank you." Shang Qing'er said this sincerely.

Ling Feifei breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Shang Qing'er with an incredulous look, and smiled triumphantly.

"Shang Xiaoxiao, this is the most pleasant thing I've heard since I met you. Well, I've made progress, and I'll be like this in the future." Ling Feifei smiled complacently, and then flew down the steps and turned to you. Going far away, along the way, his toes didn't touch the ground, which is enough to see how strong his inner strength is.

"I've seen the prince, I've seen the concubine." Not long after, the abbot led the people and came to Shang Qing'er.

"Master, my lord is ill, can I borrow your land..." Shang Qing'er tried her best to behave civilized. To be honest, she was not a civilized person at all.

"Okay, princess, don't say much, you guys, carry the prince into the temple and settle down the princess." The abbot continued to order, and several little masters carried Feng Yuchen in.

Only then did Shang Qing'er let go of her strained heart, and then followed the monk to the courtyard of Fahua Temple. Her footsteps were hurried, and it was enough to see how nervous Feng Yuchen was.

Although her face is ugly, she is a capable woman. The calm temperament on her body makes people feel that her beauty is unmatched for a moment.

In the room, Feng Yuchen lay flat on the bed, the abbot kept his hand on Feng Yuchen's arm, and carefully checked his pulse. After a long time, there was still no response, Shang Qing'er was so anxious.

"Master, how do you think the prince is doing?" After a long time, Shang Qing'er finally couldn't bear it anymore and began to inquire.

"My lord, my lord's illness is so strange, I can't tell what's wrong?" The abbot frowned, but he didn't know what to do.

"What's going on? He suddenly fell down. There must be a reason, right? Is it possible that his head was bleeding, or he was too excited?" Shang Qinger ordered according to all her knowledge. down.

Her way of thinking cannot be followed by others. After all, she is a well-educated woman. In this underdeveloped society in ancient times, there was no advanced science and technology, and there were many things that could not be found out.

Besides, this situation only happened when Feng Yuchen was happy with Shang Qinger, Shang Qinger could only think about it, she couldn't tell the whole truth.

"Princess, I don't have much knowledge, and I really can't find the reason. This matter should be discussed in a long-term way." The abbot was very anxious. If something happened to Feng Yuchen in Fahua Temple, it would be his fault. Old life?

"Master, you have to find a way to save the prince, he can't die, please." Shang Qing'er knelt down to the abbot in the moment of speaking, and at this moment, she really understood How important Feng Yuchen held in her heart.

"Princess, it's not that I don't want to save you, it's because I have to think about it. I see that there is nothing wrong with the prince. If I think of a way, I will definitely wake up the prince." The abbot made a promise and reassured Shang Qing'er .

However, Shang Qing'er was still uneasy. Under the support of the abbot, she finally stood up and fell beside Feng Yuchen, crying. This kind of crying came from the heart and worried her heart. Cracking lung pain.

"Princess, if I haven't figured out a way tomorrow morning, I will arrange someone to send you back to the palace. In the palace, the imperial doctor has a lot of solutions. At that time, I may be able to wake up the prince. The princess will be here tonight. Rest at ease." Seeing Shang Qinger's distressed appearance, the abbot comforted her.

There is no way, there is really no way, Shang Qinger has no choice but to agree. At this time, even if she makes trouble again, isn't there no way to save Feng Yuchen's life?

"Come on, let me try." At this moment, the door of the room was suddenly opened, and an old man in his eighties appeared in front of everyone like a fairy.

"Taoist Wuqing, why are you here?" The abbot bowed when he saw the old man. It was obvious that the abbot was still very respectful to Taoist Wuqing.

"Master, you don't need to be too polite. Wangfei and I are old acquaintances. Wangfei, can you let the old man treat the prince?" Taoist Wuqing asked.While speaking, he whispered and looked at Shang Qing'er's face.

"Master, so it's you?" Shang Qing'er was happy. Isn't this Wuqing Taoist the same Taoist who told her fortune at the street corner that day?

"The concubine's memory is not bad. Sure enough, the old dao and the concubine are destined to each other," the old dao chuckled. Before Shang Qing'er could answer, he took off five long pale hairs from his head. With a whoosh, the five long hairs flew out like long swords and wrapped around Feng Yuchen's neck.

The old Taoist sat on the chair and checked Feng Yuchen's pulse from a distance. This action of his made people startled. Shang Qing'er had never seen such a godlike thing. It seems to remember that when she was a child , In the TV of Journey to the West, I have only seen such a mythical thing.

However, she was worried about Feng Yuchen's life in her heart, and she didn't express anything. She just watched honestly, and even her breathing became shallow, for fear of disturbing the old man.

After a long time, the old man finally calmed down, he got up, glanced at Shang Qing'er, and whispered lightly.

"Princess, my lord's illness doesn't last for a day or two. It's been 15 years. It's his fate." The old Taoist said with deep meaning.

"Master, what did you say, can you express it clearly?" Shang Qing'er was puzzled. In the past, this Feng Yuchen was a little stupid, but I never heard that he had any serious problems.

"When the prince was young, he was injured. There was a blood clot in his head. Originally, it was not a big deal. However, I don't know what caused his qi and blood to surge up and the blood clot to move, so he couldn't wake up for a long time." The old man said. His analysis coincided with Shang Qing'er's understanding.

"So that's it, that's it." Shang Qing'er thought about it for a while, and felt that the old way's analysis was relatively reasonable. "Master, is there a way to wake up the lord?" Shang Qing'er was eager for success, and asked again.Seeing Feng Yuchen suffer, how could she sit idly by.

"If I give the needle now, I can wake up the prince. However, the princess should know that speed will not make it fast. Tomorrow, I will go to Mo Palace and I can go with you. When the time comes, let the prince live in the palace. He can take care of it for a few more days, and the concubine doesn't have to worry." The old man's words really reassured Shang Qing'er.

The abbot's words made her feel uncertain, but the old way's words made her feel at ease. She nodded silently, and sat down decadently, feeling very powerless, but quite helpless.