Inside Yanqing Temple, the cottage.

There were seven or eight Taoist priests around Chen Shou.

On the walls of the cottage, there are scrolls hanging, with a personal shape on them, marked with countless dense acupoints.

Chen Shou was fond of some Taoist internal methods, which were nothing more than breathing, breathing and acupoints. Gradually, he found that this thing was really profound and profound.

The so-called traditional Chinese medicine in later generations were actually castrated versions. By the time of later generations, the essence left by the true ancestors of the Han family had almost been destroyed.

In the late Qing Dynasty, the actual masters of the West, multinational companies wanted to sell Western medicine. China had a population of 400 million, which was the largest market at that time and could not accommodate traditional Chinese medicine to continue to be popular.

These people held the banner of science and demoted traditional Chinese medicine to a decadent and old thing that was backward and ignorant, which attracted countless Chinese people to applaud.

Then these upper-class people who have the right to speak completely abandon the things of their ancestors, and even spit out a spit.

Chen Shou discussed with Taoists during the day, and at night he took Doctor Liu to study, and gradually got a little bit of acquiring.

Just waiting for a suitable opportunity, his godfathers pushed him to the front stage and began his career as a slander.

Thinking of this, Chen Shou became more interested. He never expected that he had such great interest in these things.

Taoism’s internal strength focuses on health preservation. For a young man who was once squeezed out, it is like a long drought and rain.

Chen Shou, who was wandering in the ocean of knowledge, buried his head in a pile of obscure ancient scrolls, and the door was pushed open with a creak.

Doctor Liu looked at Chen Shou curiously, staring at the acupoint map, and secretly admired me. I was so focused on medical skills because the root of worries was cut. Unexpectedly, Xiao Chen Duwei was fully equipped and could forget to eat and sleep.

"Prince?"

Chen Shou heard someone calling him in his ear, so he raised his head. When he saw that it was Doctor Liu, he was overjoyed and pulled him and asked, "You are here just right, tell me quickly."

Doctor Liu looked down and his face turned red. The one Xiao Chen Duwei was holding was a massage method that was used to treat the woman... That... the sexual intercourse was not going well, and it was unable to resolve it for a long time, and the accumulation of depression became sick. He blushed and pointed to the acupuncture points in the picture, explaining: "This is the Qihai, this is the Shimen, all of which are the key points of the Renmai, and further down... there are some private acupuncture points, which are made by us servants or female doctors. Xiao Chen Duwei learned this is useless."

"I want to learn this!"

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Zhao Ling is the eldest son of Prince Zhang Hua and the current emperor.

Zhao Ling was a wise man when he was young and was very popular among the government and the country. Unfortunately, he was repeatedly excluded and framed, and his health has become worse and worse since then.

Now he is even bedridden and often cannot meet guests for several days. He even forgets him in the court and the government.

When I see him occasionally, his face is pale and yellow, withered and thin, and it is even hard to recognize that he is the handsome Prince Zhang Hua who was so beautiful.

In the early years, no one who had received the favor of the prince never mentioned it.

Anyone with discerning eyes thinks that it is a matter of time before Prince Zhang Hua is deposed, but since he was bedridden, even His Majesty the Emperor seems to have forgotten his prince.

The Eastern Palace gradually became very relaxed, and almost no one was willing to worry about being here anymore. This palace, which should have been the crown prince of the empire, has become an optional place.

Behind the rockery of the East Palace garden, Li Lingfeng held her cheeks with her hands, and didn't know what she was muttering.

Judging from her frowning sometimes, she should be cursing someone. The one who can be missed by her is naturally the man who has penetrated her skirt.

When Li Lingfeng thought of the scene that day, her body suddenly became hot and she couldn't tell whether she was shy, annoyance, resentment, or hatred.

I wonder if this little bastard has... rubbed Ling Yue's legs... Thinking of this, Li Lingfeng wanted to slap himself. What am I thinking?

Fortunately, a sound of footsteps interrupted her thoughts. When she looked up, she saw that it was Li Bohao.

Li Bohao's face was gloomy, he bent over slightly, and said with a fist: "Miss, we found some eyebrows and eyes. There were some traces of sharp weapons on the trees where the prince was killed. After investigation, it was found that it was a military crossbow."

Li Lingfeng did not continue to answer. She thought for a while before asking: "The court took action in Bianliang, why did it be necessary to use a crossbow, and it left traces? Is someone deliberately misleading us?"

"Miss is really smart. After discussion, we have this doubt."

Li Lingfeng breathed a sigh of relief and said, "There is no rush to draw conclusions at the moment. Don't rule out any suspects until the truth is found. But this military crossbow is a good break."

"By the way, is Chen Shou moving?"

She seemed to ask inadvertently, but her ears turned red inexplicably.

Although Li Bohao was agile, he did not notice this and whispered: "Chen Shou entered the Zuoshao Camp and never showed up. However, his subordinates found that he often went to Yanqing Temple. Now he has climbed to the four eunuchs, and the four of them each have good energy, especially in Bianliang. Chen Shou would be better off with us, as it would be much easier to investigate."

"This kid is the most heartless!"

Li Bohao disagreed and retorted: "Miss, according to my observations, Chen Shou intends to avenge the prince."

"snort."

This cold snorted Li Bohao inconspicuously. He did not dare to stay in the East Palace for a long time, and soon turned around and left.

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In the dark tunnel, a candle was lit.

The candle heart sways back and forth, and we can see that both sides of the tunnel are ventilated.

"I actually discovered that the crossbow was a flaw left by me on purpose. I didn't expect that these people were quite cautious and meticulous." A man in black said with a smile.

In front of him, a short man stood, bowing his head and bent over, and replied, "Master, there is no movement in Xiliang. Li Wei is building a tomb for his son, and he has not even sent anyone to Beijing to hold accountable."

The man in black sighed, "This father and son of Xiliang... It's a pity. Li Wei was busy subduing the Qiang people. I heard that after the bloody battle, he rewarded seven leaders on the bodies of countless Qiang people. The Qiang people in Hengshan and his leaders were both separated from one's heart and one's virtue. He completely subdued the Qiang people, just around the corner. Hengshan Qiang... with the horse of Xiliang, tsk tsk."

"We have to find out all the veins of Bianjing with the master's order. With the order of the master, we can catch them all tonight." The short man said here, paused for a moment, and added: "Except for a captain named Chen Shou, who is now hiding in the left scepter camp, and Wei Ning protects him, so it is difficult to start."

"Chen Shou is a chess piece of mine, it is very important. Don't act rashly. Xiliang, Xiliang is too important and must be used by me."

A smile flashed between the man in black's eyebrows, and his fingers gently tapped the table, watching the candle heart shaking, as if everything was in his palm.
Chapter completed!