"I remember senior said that you and my father are not familiar with each other." Ouyang Sufeng replied to him with the words Situ Kongkong said.
"I'm not familiar with him, but that doesn't stop him from being humble to me! If it weren't for Ouyang Zhanbai's sake, I would have used one of your hands today."
He dared to touch a lock of his daughter's hair with his hand, and it was useless to keep it.
Ouyang Sufeng smiled and said, "Senior, Qing'er won't agree."
She still protects her "friend", and he knew it from the time she fought with him over the blood mink.
"I asked you not to call my daughter Qing'er and you knowingly broke the law. It seems that you like to ask for trouble as much as the fourth child inside, so I will destroy you first..."
See if I will show mercy.
"Dad, what are you doing?"
With a scream, Situ Kongkong's raised arm suddenly stopped in mid-air.
"Qingqing, you are still there, dad is practicing chopping firewood with his bare hands."
After saying that, Situ Kongkong glared at Ouyang Sufeng. Boy, you are lucky this time, I will put my hand on your arm first.
"Our yard is only so big. Where else could I go if I wasn't here? Your convulsions haven't been cured yet? Do you want me to prescribe you two doses of medicine to treat it?"
If you chop firewood with your hands? Your hand will break. The flesh and bones will be connected to death.
"What's the matter with convulsions? I'm possessed by a spirit. I specialize in exterminating demons, protecting the Tao, and rescuing the common people."
My daughter really doesn't understand his good intentions as a father. If it weren't for her, why would he bother with all kinds of calculations.
"Okay, whatever you want to say, whether it's convulsions or possessed by spirits, I was given 10,000 taels as a consultation fee, so you can't let me lose even a single hair. When I come, I'll have my tail intact, and when I leave, I'll be unscathed.
, Daddy! Reputation is built by word of mouth. In the future, your daughter and I are going to practice medicine!"
Although she cannot be as famous as her master, she can still be a little miracle doctor, and she is very interested in difficult and complicated diseases.
"I bribed you for ten thousand taels? Are you too spineless?!" Situ Kongkong felt very sorry for him, feeling deeply that iron cannot make steel.
"Ten thousand taels can allow us to live for several years. I am a girl and it is not easy to dress up as a Taoist boy all the time. Besides, the little Taoist boy's costume is too ugly."
Situ Kongkong said: "It doesn't matter, there's still Xiaofeng here. That kid's temper is a bit stubborn, but it's not difficult to control him."
Situ Qingqing twisted her nose and said, "As for Xiao Feng, I don't know what he is doing these days. He stays in the house all day. I'm really afraid that he will get sick from boredom."
She finally got rid of the poison in his body, and when she was supposed to have a good time, she got sick again. That was unlucky.
"He...has something to do." Glancing at the closed hut, Situ looked into the distance with a profound meaning, sighing in his heart that fate is really mysterious.
Xiaofeng's real name is Long Zhongxiang, he is the son of the current Yi Fei and ranks ninth among the princes.
Only a few people know about this matter, and Situ Kongkong is one of them!
"Forget it, leave him alone, don't be awkward, I can't guess what he is thinking, but dad! Can you discuss it with the master and ask him to give me Xiaohong."
For her, the fire spider has many uses, and Situ Qingqing wants to use its venom to refine poison.
"You want to bring poison with you? No, no, dad won't allow it, it's too dangerous." She already had blood minks, and if there were eight more eight-legged bugs, wouldn't it be a house filled with poison?
"Dad..." Situ Qingqing cried out sweetly: "Don't you always obey me? Please obey me again!"
"Your Majesty, Miss Situ, our young master has invited you."
Suddenly, a voice came from the mouth of a cavalry guard, his tone was cold and there was no cadence at all.
"Is his ordeal over?" Situ Qingqing asked. It took less than two hours, a moment faster than last time.
"Yes, the young master broke out in a sweat and immediately felt much lighter." The master can recover, and the pressure on them will be less.
"Okay, I'll go take a look." One more time, the poison of Ice Palm should be cured.
"Master, please invite Mr. Situ to go with you." The cavalry guard's tone was extremely respectful.
"Me?" Situ Kongkong raised his eyebrows and smiled very intriguingly: "I won't go. I will go back to the house to play with turtles. I am old and don't like intrigues."
"Mr. Situ refuses to come?"
Autumn is cool and the climate is pleasant. The green hills are dyed with a layer of withered yellow. Three or five dragonflies are perched on the listless yellow weeds, bringing the coolness and vastness of autumn. Not far away, a cicada is perched on a tree.
, making a chirp of missing the season.
There are rows of bamboo racks in front of the bamboo house, and they are drying vegetables. I don’t know if it was a whim or it was almost winter. Earlier, Situ Qingqing ordered Dou Miao to pick all the vegetables, melons and fruits in the vegetable garden, and pickle the ones that can be pickled.
, it’s time to bask in the sun.
The hot and sour smell of pickled vegetables and the smell of dried vegetables floated in the small yard. Jars of pickled vegetables were placed in the shade of the bamboo house, and the dried vegetables were hung in bundles under the beams, so dry that they could not be seen.
What does it look like?
"Yes, sir." Cavalry Wei Xusan replied in a low voice.
"That's alright, I'm not forcing it. I just miss him after not seeing him for many years. You can go down." A hand as white as jade waved gently.
Although I didn't see the person, I knew who he was just by hearing his voice. I still remember that gentle voice like a willow blowing across the water, saying the cruelest words in the world, cutting his young heart with a knife...
No, I made a divination for him, and it turns out that his lifespan is no more than twenty-five years. If you make him the prince, the king will not be a king, the ministers will not be ministers, the family and the country will not be protected, and he will not have the order of the emperor.
There is no emperor's destiny... Ha! His father is the current emperor, and his mother is the mother of a country. As the eldest son, who is the emperor if he is not the emperor? Is there any other direct heir who can inherit the throne?
He didn't believe that God would treat him so ruthlessly, giving him the supreme dignity and then taking it away, leaving him helplessly watching the throne at his fingertips getting further and further away from him.
Ice Palm is nothing, he has endured the pain, and the heart-piercing pains are warnings from God, asking him to be a good king, sympathize with the hardships of the people, be diligent and frugal, and work tirelessly day and night for the foundation of the world.
Now that he has survived the almost fatal pain, with only one chance left, all the ice poison in his body can be eliminated. Is there any difficulty that he cannot overcome?
As soon as Situ Qingqing entered the room, he saw Long Zhongjue walking out from behind the curtain. He was majestic, with a righteous air between his eyebrows. He was handsome and thin, with fair skin and a slender figure.
"Fourth Young Master, your complexion looks much better, but you still can't take it lightly. You should keep warm in the morning and evening. Don't be too cold or too hot. Tea is not suitable for drinking. You should drink it with warm water. It is better to wear more clothes than to be too cold."
"He is worthy of being a doctor who can revive souls with his holy hands. He never forgets the medical advice as soon as he opens his mouth. Sir, I have benefited a lot."
Looking at the person in front of him, Long Zhongjue sighed in his heart: What a lovely little girl!
"There's no chance of a soul coming back, and you're not dead yet..." The most she can do is spare him a few years of suffering, and let him go peacefully, and his ability to defy the heavens is not yet high enough.
"Qing'er, be careful what you say and do."
Ouyang Sufeng stood in front of her without leaving a trace, protecting her intentionally or unintentionally.
But his subtle actions could not escape Long Zhongjue's eyes.
The corners of his raised lips froze slightly, and then he revealed a smile: "It's okay, there are no taboos, let her say whatever she wants. Don't I know my body? I won't break into pieces like snowflakes because of her offense."
"
Without the suffocating cold air, his chest became much smoother, and he spoke calmly and with a loud voice.
"Fourth Young Master, she has always been ignorant of propriety and has no rules in her answers. She is different from the maids and servants in the palace. She often speaks shocking words. Don't be surprised."
Ouyang Sufeng said: Seek favor first to avoid disaster.
"Ouyang Sufeng, you have convulsions like my father. What do you mean by this? Is it wrong for me to diagnose the pulse and save people? If it weren't for me, he could only lie in bed shivering from the cold, covered with ten quilts
I can’t stop the cold air flowing to my limbs.”
Humph! Think of her as a little village girl who has never seen the world!
She just doesn't want to be constrained by red tape, and she is happy to pretend to be stupid if people don't reveal her identity, otherwise she will kneel down and worship her every time she sees him, and her poor kneecaps will not be tortured to death.
"Situ Qingqing..."
Ouyang Sufeng couldn't help but feel annoyed, how could she be so ignorant?!
"Xingyan, Miss Situ is right. Without her skillful hands, I would not be in the situation I am in now. Speaking of which, I have to thank her."
"Xingyan" is Ouyang Sufeng's nickname, which is what he calls him in private.
He couldn't see that she had such medical skills at such a young age. He originally had the mentality of treating a dead horse as a live doctor and tried his best. Even the palace doctor couldn't cure his ice poison. Who else could he expect?
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He had no choice but to gamble with his life to find a glimmer of hope. Fortunately, he was still alive and won the bet. Seeing that recovery was imminent, he couldn't wait to complete the last step as soon as possible.
Look! You are a villain in vain.
Situ Qingqing glanced at Ouyang Sufeng proudly and pushed the guy beside her a few inches away.
"I may not be as good as you in other things, but my pulse diagnosis and medical skills are definitely better than yours. If you give in, I hope to know more about it. Whether the patient can be cured is just a matter of seconds."