Jiao Niang's Medical Sutra

During the first lunar month, the streets are bustling with people, regardless of whether the poor or the rich are well-dressed or poorly dressed, they are all washed clean. One is to prevent freezing to death, and the other is to celebrate auspiciousness. The beggars in the bridge hole were all driven away by the government. Looking around, the street market is bright and beautiful.

"The capital city is really big and lively." The girl looked at it with surprise and sighed.

Today is fine, she is wrapped in a thick cloak, with a hood, holding a hand stove in her hands, sitting in the car with incomparable warmth, I don't know whether it is joy or warmth, which makes her plain and unremarkable His face became radiant.

She looked at passers-by, and passers-by also looked at them.

A strong black donkey was pulling the cart, and an old servant was driving the cart on the side, old but hale and hearty, seemingly inconspicuous, but with an indescribable bearing.

"Banqin." The old servant turned his head and smiled, "I haven't entered Beijing yet."

The girl let out an ah, and was even more surprised.

"Have you entered Beijing yet? But, but here..." She asked with wide-eyed eyes.

"This is eight miles outside the capital city. Look ahead." The old servant pointed forward with his whip. "The city wall over there is the city wall of the capital city. Only by passing through the city wall can one enter the capital."

The girl looked straight up, but she saw row upon row of houses in front of her, and in the distance, there was indeed a splendid city sitting upright.

The old servant gave her instructions with a smile, but was startled suddenly, and put down the whip in his hand.

"The young master is here." He shouted, with some joy on his side.

Master?

The girl hurriedly looked over, but she couldn't recognize her eyes.Until someone stood next to the car.

This is a middle-aged man of about 45 years old, with a medium to thin build. He is wearing an ordinary blue cloth shirt. Even people who don't read can see it.

"Father has had a rough journey." The middle-aged man saluted and said.

This is Zhang Chun and Zhang Ziran who are known as Mr. Jiangzhou, three thousand disciples.

Students all over the world are proud to see him.Talking to him was exciting, but at this moment, an old servant and a girl in front of him all looked peaceful.

"Master." The girl hurriedly turned her head and lifted the curtain of the car, "Master is here to pick you up."

An old man in the carriage looked over and nodded with a smile.

"Banqin has seen the master." The girl then saluted.

Zhang Chun glanced at the girl, slightly surprised in his eyes.

"Master Suxin gave it to someone else. This is the girl that that person gave to the master." The old servant said with a smile.

The girl saluted Zhang Chun again.

Zhang Chun nodded.I didn't care about it anymore, stretched out my big hand with protruding joints to hold the rein, and drove for my father himself.

The girl and the old servant walked side by side beside the car, heading towards the capital amidst the bustling crowd.

In an alley in the busy city is the Zhang family's house.

Mrs. Zhang washed off his exhaustion and sat down to drink tea.His son and grandson sat next to him.

"Grandpa, where did you go to play again? Why didn't you come back during the Chinese New Year." The eldest grandson described him like his father.Although he is only in his 20s, he looks a little older than his peers.

"It sounds like traveling freely, but it's a bit embarrassing to say it." Mrs. Zhang laughed, "I lost the money, and we are trapped in Shanyang County."

Zhang Chun and his son were stunned.

"Grandpa." The eldest grandson smiled bitterly and didn't know what to say.

"However, it's also interesting." Mrs. Zhang laughed, looking at them. "I've been away for so long, what's new in Beijing?"

"Your Majesty is in good health. The second prince is going to school." Zhang Chun said.

"The second prince is six years old this year, it's time to start school." Old Master Zhang nodded and smiled.

This kind of common thing is nothing new, but neither the questioner nor the answerer found it ridiculous.

Your Majesty only has two sons, the first prince is born to a noble concubine, and the second prince is born to a low-ranking concubine. After the year, one is 11 years old and the other is six years old. Although they are young, the court has already begun to prepare for the throne. After all, the emperor is weak. .

"Your Majesty is going to promote father." The eldest grandson added.

Mrs. Zhang snorted, look at Zhang Chun.

"I want you to give lectures to the second prince?" he asked.

Zhang Chun nodded.

"My son has already declined." He said, "I have promised to start a school lecture for the students who are going to take the exam, so I can't break my word."

Mrs. Zhang nodded.

"Oh, by the way, Grandpa, there is another interesting thing." The eldest grandson said, thinking of something, he shouted, "Go and get the Qiestop five characters from my study."

And stop five words?Mrs. Zhang was a little puzzled.

"Grandpa, someone wrote five words in the section before stopping the temple. Take a look, it must be a good idea." The eldest grandson said happily.

Zhang Chun didn't respond, he paid attention to the correctness of the font, and the six arts were steady, so he didn't have any particular preference.

Not long after, the servant brought a pair of mounted scrolls, and the eldest grandson unfolded them carefully.

"Is this written by the Anonymous?" Old Mrs. Zhang said, while getting up to read it, his expression was slightly startled.

"How is it? Grandpa, okay? Five new fonts, elegant, handsome, vigorous, free and easy, and indifferent." The eldest grandson said with a smile.

The door was opened, and a girl came in holding a tray, and at the same time, a slight fragrance spread out.

"Master, have some snacks." The girl said.

"Banqin, come here." Mrs. Zhang said, beckoning.

The girl put down the tray and walked behind Mrs. Zhang.

"Look at this word." Mrs. Zhang said.

Zhang Chun and his son looked at each other, slightly surprised.

Everyone knows that the old man changed a girl, and there is nothing wrong with a girl, but this Suxin has followed the old man for many years, and she is cute and smart. Know poetry, calligraphy and painting?

"Master, what do these words read?" the girl asked.

Fortunately, Zhang Chun still described it as correct. After all, his son was not cultivated enough, so he laughed and lowered his head to look at the tray in front of him.

On a celadon four-compartment plate, there are golden soft glutinous balls filled with sesame seeds.

What kind of snack is this?

"This reading and doing, the mountain temple is waiting for the plum blossom." Old Master Zhang said.Pointing at one of them, "Banqin, do you look familiar with this word?"

The girl looked at it seriously again, and finally shook her head.

"Grandfather, I think the same food can tell the difference, this word..." She laughed.

Maybe I read it wrong?Looking at the words, Mrs. Zhang felt that it was slightly similar to the word "Taiping" that I saw in Xuanmiao, Jiangzhou.

He lowered his head and looked again, only similar.This word is obviously better written.

Besides, that lady is in Jiangzhou, so how could she inscription on the wall of Qieting Temple?

He shook his head and smiled.

"Good writing, good writing, although it is still immature, but its style is good. The most important thing is novelty." He praised, pointing to the tray, "Come, try the dim sum, Banqin is a good dim sum. .”

Zhang Chun picked up one and tasted it briefly, but the eldest grandson ate two unceremoniously.

"Yeah. Well, there's still something going on inside." He praised.Looking at this girl, "What's this called?"

"It's nothing, fried fruit." The girl said with a smile.

"We in Shanyang County rely on Banqin to sell snacks to make ends meet." Mrs. Zhang smiled and picked one up himself.

It turned out to be a cook, and the eldest grandson suddenly realized.

"Father, is your vertigo better?" Zhang Chun asked what came to his mind.

"It's much better, almost no more crimes. It's all thanks to Banqin." Mrs. Zhang said with a smile.

Zhang Chun and his son looked at this girl.

"My grandfather will be fine if he eats more." The girl laughed.

Eat more, but also cure the disease?

This girl can speak.Zhang Chun and his son just smiled.

At this time in Chen's house, Mrs. Chen was also eating dim sum, and the fried oriole was more and more delicious in color and fragrance. Unfortunately, when Mrs. Chen stretched out his chopsticks again, the plate in front of him was taken away.

"Grandpa, Mrs. Cheng said that you are not allowed to eat more fried food." Dan Niang said.

"Eat another one, eat another one." Mrs. Chen said with a smile.

Chen Danniang didn't have the slightest room for negotiation, she turned her head and grabbed the plate tightly.

Chen Shao stepped in at this time, and the old man smiled and put away his chopsticks.

"Father." Dan Niang shouted, stood up, opened her arms and twirled around, "Look, the new clothes my mother made for me."

Chen Shao nodded, revealing a smile, which was already the maximum that father Yan could express.

"It was made according to the clothes of Mrs. Cheng." Chen Danniang said, with a bit of pride, "Eighteen Niang has one, and I have one. When we went out, many people surrounded us to look and ask questions. Me and Shiba Niang agreed, no one will tell them."

After they had spoken, the servant woman at the side got up and led Chen Danniang out, leaving their father and son to talk.

"Father, have you heard what Mrs. Cheng said recently?" Chen Shao asked.

"It's not that people who are mortal are going to die." Old Master Chen said.

"Look, how she said this is because she is young." Chen Shao said, a little worried.

Old Mrs. Chen smiled.

"She's right." He said, pointing at himself, "I was the one who was going to die back then."

Chen Shao smiled wryly.

"However, there are no such rules, how to say this kind of thing." He said, "or say, treat it first, and then talk about it."

Old Master Chen shook his head.

"No, no, I think this is pretty good." He smiled, pointing his fingers, "Look, I was cured of a mortal person. From the very beginning of my name, I helped her meet immortals. Rumors spread around her. If you can’t live at home and ask for a doctor, the name will be passed on again, and people who are not destined to die will die, and the name will be in an uproar. Now everything is ready, and the east wind is missing.”

Chen Shao was slightly taken aback.

So, all of this was arranged step by step by the little lady herself?Is it because young people are arrogant and ignorant?

Is that so?Or is it a coincidence?

Chen Shao remained silent.

"For such an orphan girl whose mother died and her father abandoned her, she has no one to rely on, and cannot live without her relatives." Old Master Chen continued, sighing.

Chen Shao nodded, judging from the information he inquired, this little lady is really rough and pitiful.

Old Master Chen smiled again.

"Unless she's famous," he said.

"Fame?" Chen Shao looked at his father and frowned.

"For example, the reputation of bringing the dead back to life." Old Master Chen said, "Now that the momentum has been achieved, it is only a matter of a mortal person coming to the door. Once the east wind is borrowed, this woman will be a very big person in the capital."

Having said that, he smiled again.

"It's been a few months since I came to Beijing, and I'm already a character." He said.

"But, will there be such a person? Or, what if it can't be cured?" Chen Shao asked.

He is a person who seeks stability and perfection, he must think thoroughly before doing things, but if there is a slight omission, he must not act rashly.

Old Mrs. Chen smiled.

"So, this little lady must be someone special." He said, "It's really rare to have talent and wisdom, and dare to work hard."

People who have always been wise cherish life more than others, so they never take risks, but this lady dares to do so.

If it can't be cured, then the reputation will be lost, not as good as it is now. Speaking of it, if you don't do this, just rely on this to cure yourself, even if you can't save her forever, at least it can help you get married.

For a woman, if she can get a good relationship, half of her life will be worry-free.

But this woman doesn't seem to be expecting nothing more than that, or in other words, she doesn't seem to want to place her hopes on others, but would rather rely on herself.

To put it bluntly, such people do not trust outsiders, and they like to take everything into their own hands.

Maybe it was because he was physically disabled and was abandoned since he was a child. Old Mr. Chen felt a little sad when he thought of this.

"I really want to know, who is this lady meeting?" He sighed, and then looked at Chen Shao, "How did you go to Bingzhou to ask?"

"Those Taoist priests have scattered and fled to various places. So far, none of them have had any daily contact with the lady. What they asked was still those words. Others are looking for questions, so it is not known what strange people this lady has encountered." Chen Shao said.

Mrs. Chen nodded.

"Then ask slowly," he said.

Banqin knelt on the ground, timidly daring not to raise her head.

"Why did you send her to the laundry room?" Qin Langjun frowned and asked Liu Liulang, looking at the maid in front of him.

Banqin subconsciously retracted her chilblained hands into her sleeves.

"I don't care about the Sixth Young Master's matter, the servants went there voluntarily." She said in a low voice.

Saturday Lang ignored it.

"Quickly ask what you want," he said, with undisguised disgust in his voice.

Banqin lowered her head even lower.

"Banqin, that's it." Qin Langjun glared at him, looked at the girl with a kind expression, "Your wife said a few words, which made everyone a little unbelievable and caused some doubts. This is not good, so I want to ask you to see if it really is a misunderstanding..."

"It's a misunderstanding, it must be a misunderstanding, my wife never cheats." Before Qin Langjun finished speaking, Banqin hurriedly said.

never lie...

Saturday Lang on the side held back a sneer.

In other words, it is too deceptive.

"Your wife practices medicine, what are the rules? For example, no..." Qin Langjun asked.

Still before he finished speaking, Banqin took over the conversation.

"Yes, yes, my wife doesn't come to the door for consultation, and secondly, she must die." She said without hesitation.

Sure enough, so.

Qin Langjun was slightly startled.

This woman, upon closer inspection, seems to act indiscriminately, but she is disciplined everywhere, so her every move, every word and deed seems absurd, but in the end she can't find her fault.

"It's a coincidence between Li Lou Zhiming and Gong Shuzi, if you don't follow the rules, you can't make a square." He said slowly, "So that's how it is."

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