Female student: I'm sorry, the prince is mine.

Taking off his cloak, Yao Jinting was about to step forward to take it when Wu Shen grabbed him.

Without saying anything, his master gently folded the cloak and put it in the cupboard.

Yao Jinting's face was full of questions, why did he change the rules? Or has the master's prestige declined to rock bottom? There's no one to pick up the cloak when you get home?

This is so disrespectful! How did Master Wushen get this job?

Yao Jinting held back some anger and glared at Wushen, but saw Wushen staring at him at the same time.

He forgot that this person could read minds.

Yao Jinting quickly coughed and quieted down.

Since it was not very late, the three of them sorted out and discussed the affairs of Xuanji Pavilion in various places, and then went back to their rooms to rest.

"The weather in Langzhou is really good!" Yao Jinting sighed with his hands behind his head. Although the southwest is good, Langzhou is always fresh.

Wu Shen snorted and said this. When did he usually stay for three to five days and then clamor to go back to the southwest?

Yao Jinting was not annoyed when he saw his arrogant attitude. He looked at the clothes of the man in front of him swaying lightly in the evening breeze, and thought of his master's thin cloak, and became curious again.

He nudged him with his elbow and continued: "Sir, what's going on with that cloak, Master?"

He thought to himself, his master was famous, and Master Wushen was his subordinate, how could he be disloyal?

Apparently the master wouldn't let him touch the cloak.

"A gift from the girl."

"What?!" Yao Jinting almost jumped up, "Who? Who? Who? Who?"

Wu Shen: "...lower your voice."

Yao Jinting said oh twice, put his hands into his sleeves, and continued with a gossipy face: "Which girl is this?"

Wu Shen squinted, he wouldn't tell him, he would always know.

Yao Jinting realized, okay, he will have to stay in Wormwood Alley for a longer time this time.

Usually he goes to the palace in the capital. There are not many people in the huge place. There are those Zhao 1, 2, 3, 4 and 5, and that strange doctor, old man Lan, who is better at using poison than him. He beats him every time, which is boring. Very.

He wanted to come to Wormwood Lane to have a look, but no one paid him any attention.

I have long heard that the mansion in Wormwood Lane is extremely beautiful. This time, it is indeed extraordinary.

and many more?

He fell in love with this pavilion and beautiful building at first sight, and he saw that there were a lot of old books in the master's study. The desk was shiny, and he could tell that it had been used for a long time.

The master is not in the palace all year round, does he live here most of the time?

So, the master’s sweetheart is in Langzhou?

Nothing!

Is this... already a relationship?

Why not just hire someone directly?

Could it be that the woman was holding on to her master and he was still hesitating?

That’s not right either. How could there be a woman who clings to her master even if his master doesn’t like her?

It has long been thrown far away.

Could it be that...the woman is not satisfied with her master?

This shouldn't be the case. There are only women in the world who are not worthy of their masters. How can there be those who are not worthy of their masters?

There is a story in it.

No, I have to go to Xuanji Pavilion tomorrow.

He looked at him wordlessly, wondering if this man was crazy.

-

The next day was the fifteenth of this month, and Nanshan took Achun to a medical thatched cottage.

Today I also rode an old carriage at the entrance of the alley to a medical thatched cottage.

It is approaching the dog days of summer, and all the ladies and girls in each government have sent their personal maids to a medical thatched cottage to prepare some prescriptions that nourish the body and soothe the mind and relieve the heat. Many of them will go out in person to ask female doctors to diagnose their pulse.

While I was sitting in the clinic, there was a bustle outside the door.

"Hahaha! What the hell Doctor Zhang! If I, Yao Jinting, weren't staying in Shanwowo, what would have happened to you! Ahem...Pfft..."

Yao Jinting spit out a mouthful of blood at the door of a medical thatched cottage. He waited for the old man to wait for half a cup of tea. After half a cup of tea, he would have to detoxify himself.

The poison was cured within half a cup of tea, and his body would be much better. He didn't want to become a sick man.

Originally, a medical thatched cottage was located in a quiet alley, where people usually passed by buying medicine and seeing doctors. Today, when people going to the market heard such a big noise, they gathered around, pointing and whispering at the door.

"who is this?"

"I don't know. Judging from his accent, he sounds like a foreigner."

"Why is he still vomiting blood?"

"You're injured and you're here to seek medical treatment, right?" A bearded salesman came over and asked.

"What? This man said he wanted to compete with Dr. Zhang in his medical skills. He would take poison himself and let Dr. Zhang guess what kind of poison it was." Another white-haired old man carrying a wine bottle said.

"Ah? Isn't that Dao Luan? Has Dr. Zhang detoxified him?"

"That's natural. Who would have thought that this person was actually a lunatic. Just after detoxifying him, he swallowed another poisonous pill and said he wanted to compete again."

Someone in the crowd explained. As soon as he came here to deliver the medicinal materials, he witnessed the whole thing.

Fortunately, he was fine after the medicinal materials were delivered today, so he just stood here and watched the fun.

"This..." The people who heard it gasped. Doctor Zhang was always a kind-hearted doctor. Seeing that this young man kept swallowing medicine, he had no choice but to keep treating him.

Fortunately, there were no particularly urgent patients today. People who came to see the doctor were queuing up and whispering to each other to see what was going on.

Although Dr. Zhang is not very old, he became obsessed with seeking medicine in his early years and injured his body in the far north.

Now that someone is risking his life by going back and forth, he can't help but feel anxious, and there are beads of sweat on his forehead.

"Young hero has all the medical skills, why bother me?" Dr. Zhang shook his head and reluctantly inserted the needle and administered the medicine.

"Sir, you are very humble. Now that you have cured several of my poisons, how about curing another one?" Yao Jinting had blood in his mouth, but his speech was very clear.

Seeing this, the medicine boy took advantage of the gap between delivering the medicine to Doctor Zhang and winked at the other apprentice.

The apprentice understood instantly and quickly ran away to find Nanshan.

Just as he sent away a lady who came to diagnose his pulse, he saw the apprentice running out of breath and standing at the door, shouting: "Miss Nan, go and have a look, Doctor Zhang is going to be tortured to death."

"What?" Upon hearing the shocking news, Nanshan stood up quickly. On second thought, he didn't hear any screams, so he thought he could still be saved.

"Let's go." Without asking any questions, Nanshan composed himself and walked out with his apprentice.

When I arrived at the door, I saw Dr. Zhang persuading a young man and giving him medicine.

The young man had a successful smile on his face: "Doctor, the time for half a cup of tea is coming soon. If you can't cure it, give up as soon as possible."

It's just nonsense.

Nanshan walked over, asked the apprentice, took the handkerchief in the hall, wiped the blood from the corner of the man's mouth on the handkerchief, looked at it, smelled it, took out a pill, pinched his mandible, and threw the pill away. Go in.

"Master, you are here!" Doctor Zhang felt aggrieved and knelt on the ground.

"Master?" Yao Jinting looked at the yellow-haired girl in front of him and the young but old-looking Doctor Zhang. He was also drunk at this age.

Nanshan patted Dr. Zhang on the shoulder and motioned for him to go to the clinic quickly. He turned to look seriously at the dissatisfied young man in front of him: "Your Excellency came all the way from the southwest to disrupt people's livelihood near the imperial city like this?"

Yao Jinting opened his mouth in an "O" shape: "How does the girl know where I come from?"

Nanshan shook the handkerchief, and she could see that the poison was unique to the southwest. Looking at the attire, how could she not know where he came from?