Jiao Niang's Medical Sutra

Saturday Lang strode forward, the servants and girls on the road hurriedly lowered their heads to make way, watching the boy go away with the cold winter wind.

"Sixth Young Master doesn't seem happy?"

"Who made the young master unhappy again? It was early in the morning."

"Speaking of which, Master Liu hasn't been happy for a long time..."

"It seems that the young master is going to Mrs. Cheng..."

Banqin couldn't help but stop, looking over there with an uneasy expression.

lady...

"Hey, hurry up, is it for nothing?" Another girl shouted angrily.

Banqin hurriedly lowered her head, clenched the stick tightly in her hand, and joined hands with the girl to carry a basket of orders for starch and strenuously walked.

"Cheng Jiaoniang, are you guarding against thieves? If you don't want to, you don't want to. Why are you so angry with my mother?"

Zhou Liulang shouted, looking at the woman sitting in front of him.

"Sixth Young Master, my wife is ill." The maid raised her eyebrows and shouted.

"Stop pretending to be stupid, it's enough to deceive others." Liu Liulang said.

"Cheng Jiaoniang, isn't she just a girl? Isn't it because you think we haven't cared about you? Are you?"

Liu Liulang looked at the woman sitting in front of him, especially when he saw the numb expression, he felt angry in his heart, he didn't know if it was because of his mother's embarrassment, or something else.

"A little bit of kindness becomes disgusting in your eyes. Can you, what can you say? Don't be so weird?"

"Your little money, what kind of money is it, it is worth our calculation of you!"

"We plotted against you, Cheng Jiaoniang, do you think you are capable? Are you not afraid of anything? Our Zhou family is useless to you except disgusting?"

"Cheng Jiaoniang, you have gained a reputation now. You think we have gained your favor and want to be greedy for your profit, but you know that our Zhou family has to protect you from the wind and rain. Without the protection of the family, you will be eaten sooner or later." The bones are gone!"

Cheng Jiaoniang put down the water glass in her hand, looked at the red-faced Liu Liulang standing indoors, she seemed to have not heard what he said just now, and her expression remained the same.

"Who wants to eat me?" she asked.

Saturday Lang gritted his teeth.

"Just pretend!" he said.Turn around and walk away.

The room was quiet again, and the maid sat down on her knees, with a bit of worry and anger.

"Ma'am..." she said.

"It's okay." Cheng Jiaoniang said, looking outside the door, "It's nothing more than three things to provoke me like this."

What's more than three?Is it because Liu Gongzi is rude?

So what about three?

The maid was slightly taken aback.

"I want to practice calligraphy. You can study." Cheng Jiaoniang said, stretching out her hand with a flick of her sleeve.

The maid hurriedly responded yes, and took the book beside her.

The crisp sound of reading came from the room.

In the capital city, in the busy city, even though it was not time for dinner, the Immortal Residence was already bustling with people.

The prostitute who plays and sings the wine.An idler who sells refreshments and jokes.And the steaming heat from the copper pot turned the whole hall into a fairyland, noisy and lively.

The Xidi hall on the first floor was noisy, while the boxes on the second floor were elegant and quiet. Only when the guys who brought tea and wine came in and out, there was chatter and laughter from the opened door.

Dou Qi stepped into a private room, and hurriedly closed the door with her own hands.This is a large box with a screen of flowers and plants facing you.There are two or three people sitting behind it faintly.

Dou Qi squeezed out a third of the smile on his face, and then walked around the screen, a man with big ears, white face and long beard, with a dignified expression, about fifty years old, appeared in front of him.

"Grandpa." He called out, walked over a few steps and knelt down.

The two young official prostitutes who sat beside him handed over the jug.

Dou Qi poured it over with her own hands.

"Thanks to Grandpa's help, we have to sell alcohol." He said.

Liquor is owned by the government, and the sales of restaurants are taxed by the government.

The man took the wine glass and hummed calmly.

"What kind of good wine is it? Those sold loose by the government are not as good as the specially brewed ones." He said, and stopped eating after only one mouthful. "We need to find their recipe for the good wine made by Huixianlou."

Dou Qi is overjoyed.

"But, Huixian Tower..." He worried again.

It is impossible to open a restaurant and get permission to make wine yourself without a backer in the government.

Especially the secret wine making recipes are worth a thousand gold, so how can you say that they will come soon?

"Censor Zhongcheng Niu Wenqing has done something bad." The man said lightly.

Dou Qi suddenly realized.

That was the backer of Huixian Tower, and when the backer fell, it was time to share the benefits.

"Thank you, Grandpa." He hurriedly shouted.

There are passing gods and good wine, and it's hard not to get rich in the fairy house!

If you get rich, some jealous people...

"Grandpa, what I told you last time, in case..." He hurriedly raised his head and said.

"What's the matter?" the man asked lightly.

"It's the original owner of the passing fairy..." Dou Qi said in a low voice.

"Guidelang general Zhou's family?" the man asked, snorting disdainfully, "It's worth mentioning what it is."

"But I heard that their Zhou family is in the limelight now, and they have established relationships with Chen Xianggong and Tong Neihan, and there is a god who has returned from the dead at home, then..." Dou Qi whispered.

"Bringing back to life, god?" The man even sneered, "Gentlemen should stay away from strange powers and chaotic gods. It's just that the words of the market are unstoppable, but they dare to admit it like this? The majestic ministers of the Son of Heaven are blatantly publicizing such things." Talk, I think their Zhou family has bad intentions and wrong intentions, what? Are they going to say that this passer-by god was also given by the gods? Only they use it, and we others can't use it?"

Having said that, he slapped the towel for wiping his hands on the table.

"He dares!" he said, with a greedy smile on the corner of his mouth. "It's not bad if he really dares."

How dare you?How is it not bad?

Dou Qi was a little puzzled.

"Back to life? It's interesting." The man said to himself, his eyes narrowed.

Since the treatment of Tong Neihan, although it was reported that Cheng Jiaoniang was ill in the next few days, this did not suppress everyone's amazement at such a miraculous event, and it would not stop everyone from seeking medical treatment. Because of the rules of Cheng Jiaoniang's two fatal cases, people who sought medical treatment did not flock to them.

After all, there are very few people who are mortal, and it is even rarer to see people who are mortal, but this does not mean that there are none.

In the early morning at the end of winter, the tranquility of Zhou's family was broken by noise again.

"Quickly ask the divine doctor to help me, my father is dying!"

The knock on the door gave the Zhou family couple a headache.

"What do you call this? People always carry the dead to the house. It's not bad luck." Mrs. Zhou complained.

Fortunately, since Tong's family broke in, Zhou's family has learned a lesson and gained courage. No matter what name someone calls, they will never barge in so easily again.

"Why are you blocking us? We're not looking for your Zhou family, we're looking for Mrs. Cheng, get out of the way." The man outside the door was aggressive, accompanied by the woman's cry.

Mrs. Zhou was so angry that she wanted to cough again.

What do you mean it has nothing to do with their Zhou family!What are these people thinking!

But it's really not good to make such a fuss in front of the door, so I had to accept the post to let me in.

"What's the matter? My wife is sick." Mrs. Zhou said in the yard, especially when she saw that the post was also an unremarkable family, she was even more annoyed.

Everyone knew about Cheng Jiaoniang calling for a doctor when she was ill. People were a little panicked when they heard this. Before they could say anything, they saw a maidservant coming.

"Ma'am, Mrs. Cheng needs to prepare a car to go out," she said.

For a moment, everyone in the courtyard was stunned.

If you can go out, you are not sick, right?

The hatred in Mrs. Zhou's heart, she never said it, but she said it when she said it.

She didn't understand, why since she had this Cheng Jiaoniang, why did she have to get along with her in everything?

"Ms. Cheng, Mrs. Cheng." The people over there also realized that they couldn't help but shouted to see her.

At this time, she couldn't stop her anymore, so Mrs. Zhou had no choice but to be led away.

Just arrived at the second gate and met head-on.

Looking at the person who was brought up to her eyes, Cheng Jiaoniang raised her hood slightly and took a look.

"I can't cure it now, you can find someone else to look at it." She said.

The visitors were stunned, and so were the people from the Zhou family.

Can't cure it?

Why can't it be cured again?

Are you saying that you can't be cured, not that you can't be cured if you violate the rules?

What does it mean?

"My lady, my lady." The crowd came to their senses and hurriedly begged.

"My father, this is no longer possible, Mrs. Cheng, please show mercy..." they shouted.

"We have money, and we brought it with us! Ten thousand guan!" Someone shouted, "No, [-] guan, [-] guan is fine, Mrs. Cheng, please help me!"

Twenty thousand!

Everyone in the Zhou family was dumbfounded. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)