Bao Zheng!

This name is even louder than Xiongba, Dugu Yifang and others.

"Brother Li, Brother Li..." Xiao Ai's call made Li Yang come to his senses.

"Do you know Brother Bao?" Xiao Ai couldn't help asking when he saw the strangeness exposed by Bao Zheng.

"Of course, no one can recognize the smartest person in the Song Dynasty."

Li Yang called out, pointed to the sign on Bao Zheng’s house, changed the topic and said, “Isn’t this a medicine house? It’s just right. Go in and see your feet.”

"No need to worry, you have already shown it to me." Xiao Ai shook his head and said.

"I am just a quack doctor. I can only say and don't know how to do it. You should still find a professional doctor." Li Yang generously admitted that he was a quack doctor.

"Who says he is a quack doctor?" Xiao Ai became unfair to make up for Li Yang.

Li Yang smiled and stretched out his hand to Xiao Ai, "Come on, I'll help you down."

"I... have no money." Xiao Ai lowered his head and finally told the truth.

"I have."

"How can I spend your money...ah!" Before Xiao Ai finished speaking, Li Yang forced her out of the car.

Knock on the door.

The door opens.

Bao Zheng is still the one who opens the door.

"Hey, you haven't left yet?" Bao Zheng said strangely, and this time his attention was focused on Li Yang.

There was no way, so who asked Xiao Ai to bury his red face into Li Yang's chest and act as an ostrich.

"Xiao Ai's foot is sprained." Li Yang said.

Upon hearing this, Bao Zheng immediately opened his body and led the two of them in, and shouted: "Mom, mom, come out quickly, Xiao Ai's feet twisted."

When I was young, an old lady came out and said, "I twisted my feet, it's not dead anymore. Why are you yelling so loudly?"

And when his eyes turned to Xiao Ai, the aunt's voice softened instantly, "So it's Xiao Ai, hurry up, sit here, which foot twisted?"

This is Bao Zheng’s mother.

Li Yang immediately put Xiao Ai on his seat and pointed at his right foot.

Bao’s mother took off Xiao Ai’s shoes and socks, “It’s very swollen. Fortunately, it didn’t hurt the bones. Please wait, I’ll give you medicinal wine first.”

Xiao Ai looked at Li Yang, "Brother Li said to take some bruising and injury medicine, apply ice for twelve hours and heat for twelve hours."

Bao's mother also looked at Li Yang, "Are you a doctor?"

"Yes." Li Yang said without any guilt.

Bao's mother pondered: "According to the industry rules, I shouldn't have asked about your patients, but I don't have ice cubes to apply to her in my medicine house, so you can see?"

"Just follow your method." Li Yang said generously without any attention.

Bao’s mother is not vague, “Black charcoal, go get it”

Before she could finish her words, Bao Zheng reached out, and the medicinal wine was already in his hands.

"..." Bao's mother was stunned for a moment, took the medicinal wine, and applied it to Xiao Ai's feet.

Bao Zheng smiled honestly, turned to Li Yang, and said curiously: "Is this big brother a doctor?"

"Just a quack doctor." Li Yang said modestly.

This is indeed modesty.

Because he was not as good as a quack doctor in just a few tricks.

Bao Zheng scratched the back of his head, "I thought you were a martial artist at first."

"Oh? Why?" Li Yang couldn't help asking.

Bao Zheng sniffed, "When the doctor deals with medicine all year round, there will always be a smell of medicine on his body, just like my mother, but there is no smell of medicine on you."

Bao Zheng pointed at Li Yang's hand again, "You have too many calluses on your hands. No matter how you look, it doesn't look like a pair of hands that prescribe prescriptions and grab medicine. Moreover, the calluses on your hands are also very strange. It doesn't look like a pair of hands that work all year round, but like a martial artist's hands, and."

Bao Zheng lowered his head and looked at Li Yang's palm carefully, "Not only a martial artist, he should also be good at using weapons, especially swords and swords. I have a friend named Chen Liang. He is the head of the knife. The calluses on his hands are similar to those of you. You are not a local, but a Beijinger, right? You can tell if you have a pure Beijing accent..."

Looking at Bao Zheng who was talking nonstop, Li Yang said intimacy.

What are you glad to be happy about?

Of course I am glad that I am not a criminal.

"Black Charcoal." Bao's mother reminded her with some reproach.

He is not a criminal, so it is really rude to ask questions like this.

Bao Zheng also reacted, scratched his head, apologized, "Sorry, I'm just a straightforward person, don't take it to your heart."

"It's okay, I have indeed practiced martial arts." Li Yang said generously.

"Look, I'm right." Bao Zheng smiled happily, and then started chatting again.

"What did Brother Li come to Luzhou to do? Join a relative? Or do business?"

"How do you know that someone's surname is Li? What if someone's surname is Wang?" Bao's mother interrupted, not very much like him asking other people's questions so casually.

"That's what Xiao Ai called just now." Bao Zheng replied without any scheming.

Bao's mother pouted and was speechless, she lowered her head and silently put on shoes and socks for Xiao Ai.

Li Yang didn't care at all and replied to Bao Zheng: "I'm here for vacation."

"Vacation?" Bao Zheng, Bao's mother and Xiao Ai obviously didn't understand.

In the following days, Li Yang told them with practical actions what vacation is.

According to Bao’s mother, there are four words to summarize: not doing the right job.

According to Xiao Ai’s understanding, it is also four words to summarize: Eat, drink, and have fun.

Bao Zheng’s understanding is similar to her, but he needs to add one more word:…prostitute

Ten days in a row.

"Brother Li, are you really not planning to find a living?" Xiao Ai couldn't help but say, sitting in the restaurant, looking at Li Yang who was eating and drinking but not making money in front of him.

If he lives like this, even if there are mountains of gold and silver, it will be spent sooner or later.

"This is vacation." Li Yang didn't care at all. He grabbed a shrimp, dipped it in vinegar, and tasted it with a delicious taste.

Xiao Ai wanted to say something, but suddenly there was a riot outside, and there was another jingle of weapons bumping, which shocked her to look out the building.

Li Yang also walked over and took a look curiously.

I saw a melee on the street.

The officials and yamen runners joined forces with a group of people wearing foreign clothes and riding horses and sitting in sedan chairs to deal with a group of men in black. For a moment, swords and slashes were pinging and pinging, scaring the people who could not dodge and screamed and fled everywhere.

"Isn't that the Goryeo delegation that came to marry him?"

"A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall, leave quickly."

"What else can I see? Run!"

...The guests in the restaurant were so scared that they all rushed out.

"Brother Li, this place is too dangerous, let's run away quickly." Little Ai grabbed Li Yang and ran out.

But I found that I couldn't run at all.

Because Li Yang didn't move, he said, "The melee area is just at the entrance of the restaurant. Going out now is equivalent to participating in the war."

Xiao Ai was completely confused, "Where should we escape?"

"No need to escape." Li Yang said.

"Don't run away?" Xiao Ai said frightened, thinking Li Yang was crazy.

"This melee has nothing to do with us. As long as we don't join in the fun, we won't hurt us." Li Yang held Xiao Ai's hand with his backhand.

His warm big hand seemed to have a magical magic that made Xiao Ai gradually calm down.

Especially Li Yang's casual attitude, as if the yamen runners, assassins, and missionaries were just a group of opera singers.

This emotion seemed to be transmitted to Xiao Ai, and an indescribable sense of security enveloped her.

At this time.

"Dongdongdongdong..." The anxious and messy footsteps seemed to be running for life.

"Save Xiao Wang, save Ben Xiao Wang." Prince Goryeo, who was assassinated on the street, fled into the restaurant and fled to the second floor. He fell on the stairs and called for help from Li Yang and Xiao Ai who were standing on the second floor.

Xiao Ai was a little reluctant and wanted to help him, but Li Yang pulled him over.

Li Yang didn't pass, and his voice showed a coldness of keeping people away from him, and he rushed to Prince Goryeo who had not yet escaped to the second floor and said, "The assassin has left."

"Leave?" Prince Goryeo ran to the window on the second floor in surprise and looked out of the street.
To be continued...