Mingxu looked at Xue Poye's face, nodded with satisfaction, and said: "Yes, helmsman, I will get it for you right now." He went to the iron box and took out a bronze mirror and handed it to Xue
Breaking the night.
Xue Poye held his breath and put the bronze mirror in front of him. When he opened his eyes, he broke into a cold sweat.
In the bronze mirror is an ugly man with a scorched complexion. His nostrils are slightly turned up, and his eyes are drooped, one big and one small. The skin on his face is smooth and wrinkled, making him look like a deformity.
Holy shit, is this still me?
Mingxu said with satisfaction: "Not bad, helmsman, are you also satisfied?"
Xue Poye raised his head and stared at Mingxu. Mingxu looked very uncomfortable. It took him half a day to hold back a sentence: "It seems that the mentality of a monk like you is too dark."
Mingxu said with some fear: "Master, you...are you not satisfied?"
Xue Poye threw the bronze mirror to him and cursed: "I'm satisfied with you big-headed ghost. No one dares to look at this face. It's only thanks to your bald head that you can design it. It seems that your disguise skills are no good."
That's it." Although he said this, he already admired Mingxu's makeup skills very much. The fact that he could change his appearance in such a short time that even he could not recognize himself was really extraordinary.
Mingxu shook his head and said: "Captain, this is not the art of disguise, this is the art of makeup. I have also heard of the art of disguise, which allows one person's face to be made up according to the style of another person, but this subordinate
But I have never seen that kind of ability. My subordinate's makeup technique can only change people's faces, but it cannot make up according to other people's faces. It is still far behind the disguise technique. This is what my subordinate thinks, although Yi
There are rumors about the art of disguise, but my subordinates have also studied it carefully, but they have never been able to achieve such results. I still have some doubts about whether the art of disguise exists in the world."
Xue Poye touched his compressed nose and said lightly: "I can't tell you are quite modest."
Mingxu showed a smile and said: "I don't dare. This is what my subordinates think. If the helmsman is not satisfied, I can re-make you up. I wonder what the helmsman thinks?"
Hehe, I finally thought about it. Xue Poye waved his hand and said: "Forget it, if I change my disguise and you turn me into a monster, let alone entering the Xiao Mansion, I'm afraid I'll be beaten to death as a ghost on the way. Well,
that's all."
Mingxu chuckled and said, "Since the helmsman doesn't want to put on makeup again, can he change his clothes?"
"Change clothes?"
"Yes!" Mingxu said slowly and leisurely: "The clothes of the helmsman are inconsistent with the status of a medical boy. My subordinates have brought you the clothes of a medical boy." After saying that, he took out a set of colorful clothes from the box.
He opened the clothes and said, "This doctor's clothes can be big or small. The helmsman will definitely look good in it."
Looking at the doctor's clothes that looked like opera robes, Xue Poye couldn't understand why Mingxu said that he would look good in it. Could it be that there was something really wrong with this dull monk's level of appreciation?
He finally changed his clothes. Although they fit him well, they were very ugly. Xue Poye's forehead was covered with cold sweat. Mingxu was really talented. In just a moment, his helmsman changed from a handsome and handsome young man to a good young man.
A clown.
After hiding the clothes he had changed into the grass and tidying them up, Xue Poye said, "Okay, let's go. By the way, how do we get there?"
Mingxu packed up the box, put it in the big wooden box and closed it. Then he picked up the wooden box and said, "This is what my subordinates think. My identity can be changed to that of Putuo Shou in southern Xinjiang. When I came here as a doctor, I heard that Xiao Almsgiver
I'm seriously ill, so I just stopped by to take a look. The helmsman is my medical boy Liulizi!"
"What Putuoshou? What Liulizi?" The two began to walk outside the forest. Xue Poye was very unfamiliar with these two names: "Did you make up the name yourself?"
Mingxu shook his head and said: "No, no, Captain, Putuoshou is one of the three famous doctors in the world. His medical skills have reached the advanced level. It can be said that Bian Que was reborn during Hua Tuo's lifetime. He was born in southern Xinjiang, but he likes to travel around the world and save the world.
You are the most admired medical master by my subordinates! That Liulizi is Putuoshou's disciple and has been following him."
Xue Poye laughed and said: "Monk, aren't you lying? Buddhists forbid lying."
Mingxu said nonchalantly: "My subordinates have also inquired about the situation. There have been many doctors treating Xiao Mansion in the past few days, but they all came back without success. Mr. Chen Yin was very angry and told the outside world that ordinary quack doctors cannot do anything."
We entered the mansion again, so my subordinates thought that if we were not famous, we might not be able to enter the Xiao Mansion, so we pretended to be Putuoshou and Liulizi. This was to put people in trouble. If the Buddha knew about it, he would not blame his subordinates.
Tell lies."
When Xue Poye heard this, he was very interested in Mingxu. This monk seemed to be no ordinary monk. He was very organized and had a good personality.
While they were talking, the two of them had already walked out of the woods. Xue Poye asked: "Since you are a famous doctor, do you want to hire a carriage to go there so that you can show your identity?"
Mingxu shook his head and said: "Master, since my subordinate has turned into Putuoshou, I have also studied his food, clothing, housing and transportation. Putuoshou never rides a horse or rides in a carriage, but travels around the world on his feet, so you and I also
You can only walk there.”
Xue Poye was a little grateful. In order to help him sneak into the Xiao Mansion, Mingxu had inquired about information and thought hard about countermeasures. He had considered every detail very clearly, so he didn't have to worry about it at all.
This monk is not idle.
"Master, when we arrive at the Xiao Mansion, we also ask the Master to speak as little as possible. Legend has it that Liulizi has a weird temperament and can speak no more than three words a day. If he talks too much, he is afraid of arousing suspicion." Mingxu explained while walking on the road.
Xue Poye nodded and said: "I can understand this, but Mingxu, after entering the Xiao Mansion, this title needs to be changed. You can't call him helmsman, helmsman, so randomly. You will be betrayed by calling him.
"
Mingxu said with admiration: "The helmsman is thoughtful and his subordinates admire him. Let's call him master and Liulizi. Amitabha, helmsman, what do you think?"
Xue Poye sneered: "Are you going to be my master?"
Mingxu said hurriedly: "Master, please don't misunderstand me. If the matter is urgent, please follow the authority. Please be patient."
Xue Poye sighed and said, "Just do as you say, but don't recite Amitabha out loud."
Mingxu nodded and said, "Amitabha, I know this."
So, a simple man in a long robe and cloth hat carried a large wooden box on his back, followed by an ugly boy in colorful clothes, and walked into the city in an uncoordinated manner.
…
…
In front of the Xiao Mansion stood four big men with swords, all of them strong and powerful. There were more than a dozen guys dressed as doctors lined up in front of the door, waiting. There were some talented young men scattered around, looking around, and they seemed to be there too.
Paying close attention to Xiao Suzhen's condition, as soon as a doctor came out of the courtyard in a panic, the young and talented people gathered around him to inquire about the news, and even took out their money to buy what was inside. As a result, a strange scene appeared in front of the Xiao Mansion.
When a doctor comes out, some talented people will buy the information that the doctor knows with money like an auction. Once bought, the talented people who hold the information will sell the information to others and earn money from it.
Profit, no matter how big or small the information is, as long as the doctor can enter the Xiao Mansion to diagnose and treat Xiao Suzhen's illness, even if he fails, or is even kicked out by the Xiao Mansion, it will still be a hot commodity, and he can definitely sell the information to get money.
This information covers a wide range. At first, it mainly focused on Xiao Suzhen's condition, and then gradually included the furnishings of Xiao Suzhen's boudoir, the utensils, calligraphy and paintings inside, and then the layout of Xiao's mansion, the number of flowers and plants planted, the number of maids and servants in the mansion, and even
Finally, a doctor got the information about a dog named "Wangcai" in the Xiao Mansion and sold it for a good price.
The talented men and young men are all comparing themselves to each other. It seems that every piece of information coming out of their mouths is an honor, as if this can have some relationship with Xiao Mansion and even Xiao Suzhen.
As a result, both famous doctors and quack Chinese doctors, in order to get new information, tried their best to go in and take a look. They no longer cared about Xiao Suzhen's condition. The key was to get new information. The doctors who were blocked from outside were dejected and frustrated.
Those who enter are ecstatic, seize every moment to observe, observe again, and get some new situations.
Doctors from both inside and outside the city of Hangzhou, as well as from neighboring counties and counties, are flocking here, all wanting to get a piece of the pie. However, it is getting harder and harder to get into the mansion, and now it is no longer possible to enter without a name of a famous doctor. The number of people surrounding the Xiao Mansion has gradually increased.
A little less.
The bamboo forest is still crisp and fragrant, the pond next to the house is still sparkling, the breeze is still blowing softly, and the small pavilion in front of the house still stands quietly, letting the willows next to it sway.dd