The Little Farmer's Daughter is a Divine Doctor

Xu Yifeng's peach blossom eyes are full of a few wishful, looking at the flower without a shadow: "OK, give you three hundred Liang silver, kill him reward."

The next morning, Wen Ruolan saw that Hua Wuying came in with herbs. He put the herbs into the bamboo basket in the grass shed and turned around.

"Big brother." Wen Ruolan stopped Hua Wuying.

Flower no shadow also don't turn back, stand there motionless.

"I'll give you moxibustion. Come later." Wen Ruolan has carefully prepared moxa velvet these days. She always knows that although Hua Wuying's body looks unimpeded, her pulse condition is somewhat disordered. In this world, martial arts are respected. People who study traditional Chinese medicine also know that there are magical places in the eight meridians of the body, so the pulse condition is disordered. It must have an impact. After thinking for a long time, she decided to moxibustion.

Moxibustion is the best way to comb the meridians.

Hua Wuying said yes. She came at night.

This time, the carriage was full of excitement. Xu Yifeng sat on the brocade stool, the flowers faded their robes and lay on the soft couch. Wen Ruolan laid a thin layer of dough along the meridians and acupoints with dough and wormwood in his hand. He put the cut wormwood sticks on it according to the acupoints and cautiously lit it. He sat beside and played with the silver needle in his hand.

Xu Yifeng looked languidly at Wen Ruolan and asked, "Miss Wen, are you not afraid of being criticized for treating diseases like this? The ancients preached that men and women were not related. "

Wen Ruolan raised his head and said, "I'll give you a needle later. You can wear clothes. If you prick the wrong acupoint, don't shout pain."

Hua Wuying is lying on his stomach. He almost laughs when he hears Wen Ruolan's words. He has seen Wen Ruolan's cleverness for a long time. Who can take advantage of it?

Sure enough, Xu Yifeng turned red and stopped talking.

A moment later, he couldn't help saying, "it rains frequently in summer. Although the carriage can barely survive, what can it do if it rains?"

Wen Ruolan carefully looked at Hua Wuying's body reaction and found that the dough around the moxa stick was slightly black and frowned: "it's better to build a house next to Xu Gongzi's, which is more in line with the sage's instruction, otherwise it will be criticized all day in my family."

Xu Yifeng raised his eyes and suddenly laughed: "with this intention, I can be a neighbor with Miss Wen in the future."

Wen Ruolan didn't say anything. He used a silver needle to pick up the black piece on the dough, revealing the dark purple on the acupoints below, and frowning: "it turns out that the corpse poison he said is like this."

Flower without shadow body a stiff: "nine ye, he also said what?"

"And if you don't go with him, he'll kill me." Wen Ruolan laughed, collected the burnt down cashmere, and carefully looked at the black and purple acupoints on his back: "brother, you have not cleared the remaining poison in your body, why don't you tell me?"

The flowers are silent.

"After that, I came to the carriage every night, entrusted master Xu's blessing to cure the remaining poison, and also accompanied him." Wen Ruolan gave Xu Yifeng, who was a bit gloomy, an injection again. He did everything well and went back to rest.

Two big men, you look at me, I look at you like a full strength of the cock fighting, and finally no one cares who fell asleep.

Wen Ruolan lost sleep again. The ninth master in Hua Wuying's mouth was the one who couldn't save her life. She couldn't forget the time when she counseled most. She was just beside the lotus pond, pulling someone else's sleeve and praying never to see him again. Her self-esteem would never allow her to counsels.

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The high-rise building in the middle of the city is the place where all the swallow people worship - the imperial palace.

In the imperial study, Yanhuang Dongfang Yuhong put down the memorial and pinched the center of his eyebrows. Immediately, a close eunuch came to serve tea.

"My Lord, the ninth Prince has been ill for more than a month. Apart from going to the palace to say hello, he has been practicing in the Buddhist hall. Recently, there are rumors that he will become a monk after shaving." Old eunuch Weng Chong was very worried.

Dongfang Yuhong closed his eyes: "I almost died a few days ago. I'm going to become a monk again. It seems that I can't help it."

"I'm afraid it's only half a year after the doctor's treatment. Can you give up?" Weng Chong has been serving the emperor for nearly 40 years, but his eyes are bright.

Dongfang Yuhong got up and said, "what's the use of dying people?"

Weng Chong immediately shut up.

"If you go to Qishan today, it's time for people from the other side of the medicine garden to have a look. My prince Dayan can die of illness. What's the use of keeping the medicine garden?" Dongfang Yuhong said and walked out of the hall.

Weng Chong shakes his head helplessly. The ninth Prince has been pinned high hopes since he was a child. He says it's useless, but at this moment he thinks of the medicine garden. What's the implication?

He bowed his head for a moment and immediately followed.

"My Lord, if I go by myself, I may meet Master Bu Zhou."

"Sure." Dongfang Yuhong stopped: "the national master has not returned to the court for five years. He will bring it back together."

"Yes."

Weng Chong didn't dare to delay, so he arranged a proud apprentice to serve Dongfang Yuhong. He immediately got up and went to Qishan.

Before he left Yandu, the ninth Prince got the news.

Kneeling in the Buddhist hall, I have a half volume of Buddhist scriptures that I haven't finished yet. It took me a long time to continue to write.

Weng Chong stayed in the open all the way, hiding his whereabouts, and finally arrived at the foot of Qishan four days later.

The lush green mountain was the same as it was many years ago. Weng Chong got out of the carriage at the foot of the mountain and ordered his subordinates to dress up as businessmen and wait at the foot of the mountain. He took two bodyguards to the mountain.

Qishan is a royal medicine garden with a history of one hundred years. Chinese herbal medicines never come out of the mountain without the imperial edict of long live. The temple guarding the medicine garden is the Xiangguo Temple on the top of the peak, which has only one precious Prime Minister of the Tathagata, a golden body pharmacist granted by the emperor.

A hundred years later, the people living at the foot of the mountain have long forgotten the taboo of Qishan. However, it is a convention that there is no doctor nearby and no medicine collection is allowed. Now it has become a ancestral precept.

Weng Chong only asked two bodyguards to accompany him up the mountain. As soon as he entered the mountain, he couldn't help but let out a cry. There were not many footprints, and there were not many herbs. But Weng Chong was surprised when someone went up the mountain to collect herbs.

In Xiangguo Temple, guru Buzhou is still studying several prescriptions in his hand, one of which is just the prescription of lotus leaf to protect fetus.

Although lotus leaf can be used as medicine, its effect is nothing more than clearing away heat and dampness, promoting hair and smoothing Yang. There is no record of protecting fetus and stopping bleeding.

Then he picked up a prescription beside him. He couldn't help saying it was wonderful. Hawthorn, yam and tangerine peel actually treated stasis. He really admired it.

"What kind of woman is that?"

"The old monk wants to be a woman in the world? Funny, funny. " Weng rushed into the hall and clapped his high fives.

Master Bu Zhou got up and put his hands together: "it's not right to come to the place where poor monks are doing their best to live without one thing in Yandu."

In a flash of his figure, Weng Chong clapped his hand. He was fierce. Where could he be half old?

Master Bu Zhou leaned over and held Weng Chong's pulse. He said, "can't you make a joke?"

"Beat you, you owe it! If you don't dare to ask the SA family to be short of something, the SA family will set fire to the mountain! " Weng Chong said, relieved his strength and laughed.

Master Buzhou raised his hand to take the prescription and handed it to Weng Chong: "strange women are good at using things that are not in the eye to treat diseases. Lao que, have a look."

Weng Chong was so angry that his face was black that he took it and looked at it with disdain: "there are such prescriptions in the palace. What's so strange? incorrect! Is there a doctor at the foot of the mountain

"What's more, the woman suddenly knew how to cure Hua Wuying's corpse poison. Now she is treating lung disease for Xu Chaozhong's son. It's not surprising that she should have died long ago." Master Bu Zhou handed the eight characters of birthday to Weng Chong: "you have a lot of research on life skills. Let's have a look."

Weng Chong only took a look, his face changed greatly: "still alive?"

Master Bu Zhou nodded.

"Go down the hill." Weng Chong reached out and grabbed master Buzhou's sleeve. Without covering up his handsome Kung Fu, he sped away.