Wu Meiniang thought of the scene that night when she and Zhao Wujiang took advantage of the night and the moonlight, her cheeks flushed, and she hummed softly.

"I want to hear your story, Mei Niang, okay?" Zhao Wujiang asked softly, glancing at the side of the bed without trace, where was the secret room.

Wu Meiniang bit her red lips tightly, feeling both angry and happy, "But Mr. Zhao has been free at night lately, isn't he?"

"I will come to Zhaoyi Palace at midnight at the latest tonight." Zhao Wujiang calculated the time. He was not sure what the situation would be like after going to the Su Mansion and how long he would be delayed, but he thought it would be dark at most.

Wu Meiniang blushed and agreed, Zishi? It was so late at night, he wanted to...

With her cheeks burning, Wu Meiniang held her delicate and pretty face.

...

Acupuncture is always accompanied by a comfortable humming sound.

The atmosphere was as charming as ever. Wu Meiniang's long eyelashes trembled slightly, her beautiful eyes were like water, and she couldn't help but stare at Zhao Wujiang.

"Empress, is there something on my face?" Zhao Wujiang was confused, wiped the silver needle with potion, and then inserted it into Wu Meiniang's body.

Wu Meiniang pouted, and her tone was as strong as an empress's, "Can't I see if it's okay?"

"Then why don't you take a closer look?"

Zhao Wujiang's handsome face magnified in Wu Meiniang's eyes. He came closer and his strong masculine aura hit his face.

Wu Meiniang ducked away with a red face, her heartbeat was pounding, and her breath was like blue, she said angrily: "I'll push you even further."

But she didn't push Zhao Wujiang away.

She was shy, timid, angry and happy, just like the first bloom of a red lotus, extremely beautiful.

“So beautiful!”

Zhao Wujiang sighed sincerely.

Wu Meiniang's red lips curled up, she couldn't help being happy, she raised her chin, "I am naturally extremely beautiful!"

"I have already remembered it in my heart." Zhao Wujiang returned to sitting upright, thinking about everything, and then smiled.

Wu Meiniang, who was looking forward to Zhao Wujiang's next move, was a little disappointed, but she saw the anxiety hidden in Zhao Wujiang's expression.

He is already the secretary of the young prison. He has a lot to do, and he is worried about me. What can I do for him... A trickle of water flowed in Wu Meiniang's heart, and her eyes looking at Zhao Wujiang became more and more autumnal.

.

...

At noon, Chang'an City.

"drive!"

Zhao Wujiang and Wang Yifang galloped their horses to the residence of General Su.

Su Dingfang lived in the east of Chang'an. His mansion was personally gifted by Li Shimin when he was still alive, and it occupies a vast area.

The door of Su Mansion is closed, but the curtain is new.

There are two large sapphire stones standing at the door, symbolizing that Su Dingfang is the pillar of the Tang Dynasty today.

Zhao Wujiang and Wang Yifang dismounted, and the latter stepped forward to lightly knock the door knocker.

After a while, the housekeeper of Su Mansion opened the door.

As the saying goes, the Prime Minister's Concierge is a seventh-grade official. As the old housekeeper of the Su Mansion, even if he does not have an official position, his status and power are not comparable to that of ordinary petty officials.

The three of them greeted each other, and then the old housekeeper took the two of them across the hall. None of the three said a word along the way, and the entire Su Mansion was extremely quiet.

Zhao Wujiang noticed that the old housekeeper was full of hope when he opened the door, but when he saw that the doctor recommended by Wang Yifang turned out to be a young man, the old housekeeper's eyes suddenly filled with endless disappointment.

Soon, the three of them arrived at the door of General Su's room.

There were two people standing at the door, a man and a woman.

The woman was wearing a light yellow dress, with fluffy black hair, eyes full of moisture, and a sad face. She was Su Huayi, the granddaughter of Su Dingfang.

The man was burly, holding a knife, full of murderous intent, and obviously in a bad mood. He was Su Huayi's brother, Su Zhan, Su Dingfang's grandson.

"Second Young Master, Fifth Miss. This is Zhao Wujiang, Mr. Zhao recommended by Mr. Wang."

Although the old housekeeper didn't have much hope for young Zhao Wujiang, he still introduced him to Su Huayi and Su Zhan.

"Zhao Wujiang, Mr. Zhao?" Su Huayi's eyes lit up, but quickly dimmed. Although she admired Zhao Wujiang, she knew that Zhao Wujiang was brilliant in literature and a decent man, but now it was about medical skills and her.

The matter of grandpa’s life.

She sighed in her heart. She had high hopes for Zhao Wujiang, but she didn't have much faith that Zhao Wujiang could cure her grandfather. So many old doctors who exploited medical skills were helpless. He was so young, could he do it?

But Su Huayi still bowed and gave the blessing ceremony.

Su Zhan had a cold face. In the past few days, he had seen many doctors with so-called rejuvenation skills constantly coming in and out of Su's house, but none of them could cure his grandfather's illness.

He was filled with anger and felt uncomfortable. Now when he saw Zhao Wujiang and looked at his young appearance, which was several years younger than him, he just thought that what was the use of being born with a good skin? Is it possible that growing up to be good-looking can heal people? He groaned angrily.

One sound:

"They are all quacks!"

"Brother!" Su Huayi heard this and quickly grabbed Su Zhan's hand holding the knife, signaling him to stop talking.

The old housekeeper sighed and apologized.

Zhao Wujiang looked calm. He knew the current situation and was not angry. He just followed the old housekeeper quietly and pushed the door open.

Entering the room, what you see is an old man lying on the bed.

The old man has silver hair, a resolute face, and sharp edges. The wrinkles on his face extend like trenches, and there is a faint bloodshot at the corner of his mouth.

Standing next to the bed were three top-level doctors from the Imperial Hospital wearing imperial physician uniforms.

"Old Master, Mr. Wang has brought a new doctor." The old housekeeper bowed.

"Is he a boy from the Wang family? Oh? Did he bring a new doctor? Haha, he is interested. Ahem." Su Dingfang spoke, kind and gentle, not like a battle-hardened god of death.

Wang Yifang and Zhao Wujiang came closer. Wang Yifang saluted respectfully, which was a bit more respectful than when he met Li Zhi in court.

Zhao Wujiang also bowed his head and had great respect for veterans like Su Dingfang who defended the Tang Dynasty and the people.

"What's your name?" Su Dingfang looked at Zhao Wujiang, his eyes like a torch, like a knife, like a sword!

He saw that Zhao Wujiang was a warrior who had already entered the palace.

"Old man, my surname is Zhao and my name is Wujiang."

"The Wang family recommends you. I think you must be somewhat capable. I wonder if you can cure me, the old man?"

As soon as Su Dingfang finished speaking, the three old doctors looked over one after another. They had all heard of Zhao Wujiang's name more or less. The so-called Poet of the Tang Dynasty, who was the invigilator of the imperial examination some time ago, was promoted to the fourth rank soon after entering the palace.

The popular courtiers and so on.

But so what? The three old doctors thought to themselves, what does reaching the fourth rank have to do with being able to cure diseases and save people?

There was a cold look in their eyes. They had been persecuting the medical profession for who knows how many years, but they could not cure General Su. How could they even try to cure a child with a yellow mouth to them?

The three old doctors snorted unabashedly. Since they were in the Su Mansion, they did not make too many mocking remarks.

Zhao Wujiang's expression changed slightly, not because of the old doctor's attitude.

After hearing and asking questions, he had roughly determined why all the imperial doctors were helpless under his observation just now.

Su Dingfang is about to die! There is no way to save him!

Despite this, he didn't want to give up until the last moment, so he decided to carefully explore the situation inside Su Dingfang's body.

"I don't know, kid, but, kid, I want to give it a try!"

He clasped his fists and said in a deep voice.
Chapter completed!