Relief

The Liang Ting on the stage is not Liang Ting, but the rap artist Kong resigned. He only changed his attire, wrapped his head in a bag, and sang delicately and delicately, "The lake embankment is full of spring, and Ting boats are on the water. Ting boats have their own sails."

This Mr. Liang, who sat firmly on the fishing platform and drove away all the servants with a fishing rod, always had a sense of superiority.

The more you squeezed towards the front of the stage, the greater the resistance. Several people turned their heads and glared at Zhixu: "Add money in the front row, ten cents a step, squeeze your head!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Xie Zhixu had no choice but to stand still, stand on tiptoe and look up the stage, he could see the back of Feng Zhichang's head which was still motionless, as if he hadn't moved yet.

Liang Ting's life background is actually easy to inquire about - thanks to Kong's resignation as a famous talker, the Liang family's grievances and gossip are the hottest topics in the market.

Liang Ting's father is Liang Zhen, the current head of the Liang family, and his mother is the daughter of the Taihu sect in Huzhong Island. Before leaving the court, she was known as the most beautiful woman in the world. Unfortunately, he was born with a duck voice. The Liang family couldn't hold back their face and rarely let their eldest son show up in front of people. Even when Liang Ting was kidnapped when he was a child, the family didn't find out for a whole month.After being rescued and returned, Liang Ting was like a different person. From being timid and afraid to speak in front of others, Liang Ting became determined to be a rap artist.

How could the wealthy Liang family tolerate public ugliness? They were so shocked that Liang Ting sang palace tunes in his early years, and when he sang one song, the Liang family smashed another one.Mr. Liang recognized the reality, changed his personality, changed from a resident singer to a street performer, fought guerrillas with Liang's guards all over the streets and alleys, and finally sang his fame all over Pingjiang Mansion, and sang the name of Kong resigning from office.

After Liang Ting became famous, the Liang family stopped blocking him and acknowledged his ambition. They even sent guards to pretend to be spectators, secretly protecting this single seedling in every scene, lest his young master's joy would turn into sorrow.Based on Yueguan Mountain's death-seeking behavior against Liang Ting the day before yesterday, the Liang family and Hu Zhongdao did not chase him to the ends of the earth, it was entirely because of the reputation of the Yue family in Xiliang in the distance.

In all fairness, Xie Zhixu still admires Liang Ting's temperament. People from Tiancanmen deeply understand that shortcomings make people psychotic. The most perverted one is sitting in the front row watching the performance. I don't know if he will be stimulated to make Liang Ting The artist's career ends today.

The play was almost over, and Xie Zhixu became nervous, paying attention to the movements of Feng Zhichang and Liu Liu.Liu Liu seemed to be peeling and eating oranges, with her head down, not interested in performing.Feng Zhi is often motionless.

Xie Zhixu once heard from his husband that Feng Zhichang became famous in the first battle, that is, in the annual martial arts meeting of the Tang Sect, he broke into the mountain gate alone, ten steps poisonous, and one person would not stay for a thousand miles, but he was not injured even the fingers on the wheelchair Never moved half a minute.Tang Haifeng, the chief disciple of the Tang Sect, throws in the towel, and the suzerain makes an exception and regards him as the elder guest.

It is known that it is often necessary to kill a person with poison, without laboring, just breathing.

At this time, Liang Ting looked normal.

Wu Li's voice sounded: "Huh? Is that Tang Haifeng in the first row?"

Xie Zhixu was taken aback, and looked back, Wu Li squeezed over at some point, his hair was crooked, and his arms were pulled out from the crowd to adjust his appearance.

"what?"

"Tang Haifeng, the eldest disciple of the Tang Sect," Wu Li pointed out to him, "you can see if that slumped head looks like him, why is he here? He is sitting so close to Feng Laoer, and the distance between them is almost a straight line. It's time to fight when it's less than an arm."

Xie Zhixu had never seen Tang Haifeng before, so he couldn't recognize him, so he could only say, "Look carefully at the second senior brother, I'm afraid he will end up on the spot with Mr. Liang on impulse!"

After reading the last sentence, Mr. Liang got up, took the musicians to call off the curtain, put away the folding fan gracefully and bowed against his shoulder.

"Thank you folks for your support, Kong...cough cough"

The musician served tea to Liang Ting from the table.

Liang Ting waved her hand: "Kong doesn't feel very much...squeak...cough..."

All eyes inside and outside the Goulan were on Liang Ting.

Liang Ting opened his mouth and reached out to touch his throat.The musician inserted the flute into his waist with his backhand, and wrapped his arms around Liang Ting's shoulders.

The slumped heads in the first row turned their heads to look sideways. Liu Liu gathered the orange peels on the table, stood up, and pushed Feng Zhichang's wheelchair. not see.

On the stage, Liang Ting knelt down and retched.

Overnight, the senior physicians from various medical clinics in Suzhou City received consultation fees from Liangjiazhuang in the west of the city, packed their medicine boxes and got on a carriage, guarded by swords on horseback, and rushed all the way to Liang's Mansion at the fastest speed.

Rumors abounded in the city for a while.

"Hey, there's such a big battle, what's going on?"

"What else can it be? Besides the Liang family, who else in the Pingjiang Mansion can afford to support soldiers? Thinking about the young son of the Liang family's accident, it alarmed the appeasement envoy and Zhizhou to send out officers and soldiers to save people. What is the current situation? No experience."

Xie Zhixu and Zhang Miaoshou from Chengxi Miaoshou Medical Hall arrived at the Liang Mansion together, the horse-hitting posts in front of the door were already tightly roped.Zhang Miao got off the carriage, Xie Zhixu hurriedly followed, the servant of Liang's mansion thought they were traveling together, helped him take the horse away, and let the group of people in.

The person who led the way for Zhang Miao was very anxious: "Master, hurry up, our son can't wait!"

Zhang Miaoshou was over the age of [-], and his gray beard trembled tremblingly: "Hey, slow down, slow down...a bunch of old bones..."

An old man with white hair and long beard walked towards him in the corridor.As soon as Xie Zhixufu looked at him, he felt a shudder of being seen through.

The guide bowed to the old man, "Guard Fu!"

Steward Fu signaled him to step back: "Okay, I'll take the doctors there."

Manager Fu raised his arms, put one hand on Zhang Miao's shoulder and the other on Xie Zhixu's shoulder.Xie Zhixu immediately felt a strong internal force pouring into the Yunmen acupoint, and the whole body was lightened by swimming, and the next moment he was lifted off the ground.

Zhang Miaoshou: "Slowly slowly—the old man has a bad heart——"

Manager Fu led the two of them to land outside the brightly lit hall.

The servants led the doctor in and out, and there was a strong smell of medicine in the hall.

Manager Fu took them to the place where Liang Ting was treated.

"My son is inside." Manager Fu gestured respectfully.

Manager Fu regarded Xie Zhixu as Zhang Miaoshou's assistant, and Zhang Miaoshou regarded him as another doctor invited by the Liang family, and he never questioned his existence.

As soon as I entered the hall, the screen with tattoos and pictures of swimming fish and water was moved to the side to make room for a stove to cook medicine. The temperature in the room was a bit high, and the fire master and several doctors were gathered around the medicine stove.

On the small couch in the inner room, Liang Ting's eyes were closed tightly, and the side face was pale.The few personal servants I saw in the gazebo last time knelt in front of the couch and sobbed mournfully. Three men stood beside them. The oldest one had gray temples under his crown, but his shoulders were still straight, and the other was a man who had stepped down from office for Kong. The flute player.

"The medicine is ready, try this pair quickly, it will definitely wake up Mr. Liang!"

"Quick, quick! Put the handkerchief on your chin, be careful."

Zhang Miaoshou hurriedly said: "What are the symptoms of the patient? What prescription did you prescribe?"

Seeing Zhang Miaoshou, the doctors seemed to have found the backbone: "Dr. Zhang, you are here!"

The medicine over there has been given to Liang Ting.

The three men beside the bed and the servant kneeling on the ground were all looking forward to it.

After three rounds of insects chirping outside the hall, Liang Ting didn't respond at all.

"Wait a minute, the medicine may not work so quickly!" The doctor who gave the medicine squeezed his sweat.

There was a sneer in the silence.

Xie Zhixu followed the sound and saw a woman sitting by the table in the outer room, far away from the crowd. She wore a plain colored skirt with wide sleeves and no hairpins. Her skin was as white as snow and her hair was like ink. Ink painting of spleen.

The big maid who had met once in the gazebo stood beside her.

Everyone in the hall was full of anxiety, guarding Liang Ting, but the two of them stayed out of it, even their eyes were cold.

"What's your opinion?" Among the three men, the middle-aged handsome one asked stiffly.

The woman lazily pulled the corner of her lower lip: "It's a waste of work."

"What do you mean?" the man asked again.

The woman said: "Master Liang can't understand human speech, Xiaohe, explain to him."

The maid, Xiao He, was as arrogant as her master: "Miss, what you mean is, if the murderer's poisonous hand is so easy to cure, why would you let the young master go home and let the doctor rescue him? It would be better to let him die suddenly on the spot." .”

"You!" I'm afraid it's the middle-aged man Liang Zhen, the head of the Liang family, with blue veins on his forehead, suppressing his anger, "Qiu Jiangyue! Ting'er is your son!!"

The old man pressed Liang Zhen's shoulder: "If you want to quarrel, go back to your own rooms." The voice was not loud, but he was not arrogant, Liang Zhen and the woman stopped talking.

The old man said to the musician who had been watching Liang Ting worriedly: "Chen Rong, you go back first, I will send someone to notify you when Ting'er wakes up."

The musician's lips were tightly pursed, and he didn't want to look at the Liang Patriarch and the Patriarch's wife who were arguing in front of Liang Ting's sick bed: "Master, I'll wait here for him to wake up, and I will accompany him."

Xie Zhi humbly said, what your lady said is correct, if the poison is so easy to cure, my senior brother will not let him back, you have to wait for him to wake up, if my senior brother doesn't get the antidote, I'm afraid it will take forever .

Physicians gathered around the medicine stove to discuss, getting into trouble, Zhang Miaoshou came back after feeling his pulse, and everyone asked urgently, "Doctor Zhang, what do you think?"

Xie Zhixu also asked, "Is it poisoned?"

The doctors were puzzled by the speech of this unknown young man.

"Poisoned?"

"No, there is no sign?"

"I cut Mr. Liang's pulse. Apart from being weak, I have no other symptoms. That's why I took the medicine of great tonic."

"Little friend, why have I never seen you in the Suzhou Medical Center?"

But Zhang Miaoshou shook his head: "The patient was born in a wealthy family and is young, how could he need tonic. This time there is no sign of fainting, judging by the old man, the possibility of poisoning may not be ruled out."

"Then how to confirm?"

Zhang Miaoshou came back to the medicine stove to get his medicine box, opened the box, and there were several bottles of thick green juice in jade bottles of medicine.

Zhang Miao carefully took out a bottle, and came down to Liang Ting's couch surrounded by doctors.

Xie Zhixu took advantage of everyone's inattention and threw a Baidu Tuisan pill into the soup that was being brewed.Something is better than nothing.

Zhang Miao carefully poured a drop of the juice into a small white porcelain cup, supported Liang Ting's hand, a silver needle pricked a drop of blood on the fingertip, and the blood rolled into the porcelain cup.Dark green and bright red, two droplets of different colors meet, and as the blood droplets dissolve, the color of the green juice gradually darkens from the edge, and finally dissolves into a jet black droplet.

Zhang Miao held up the porcelain cup and showed it to Liang Zhen and Mrs. Liang, with a solemn expression: "This is poison..."

"That's right, Mr. Liang is indeed poisoned."

There was thunder on the flat ground, and it exploded at the open door.

Everyone in the hall looked over in amazement, and Xie Zhixu was surprised to find that he might know this person—seven feet tall, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, dressed in robes and leggings, capable and neat, and most importantly, his head was collapsed. of.

The author has something to say: It’s really miserable, the click is even zero (smile with dark circles)

I'm really sorry for the unattractive writing, teachers, I hope one day you can read it all the time

This book is in such a situation, if I can keep writing it, it will be a memorable beginning in my writing career, and the most important thing is to be worthy of myself

There is no beginning for extravagance, but there is an end for freshness

Hallelujah