Young man, rich and easy to talk

The Mo Pavilion is a layered deep courtyard in Fufeng Mountain Villa. All the people in the courtyard are under the jurisdiction of Qin Feng. Unless there are special needs, the people of the Mo Pavilion generally work in the courtyard, and only the owner of the courtyard is the leader.

When Wen Muyun and the others stepped into the gate of the Mo Pavilion, they saw that among the dozen or so stern-faced men in black, there was only one young man in plain clothes, joking and tugging at Qin Feng. The cold air was stirred away.

As soon as Qin Feng looked up and saw the person coming, he also recognized Wen Muyun at a glance, and immediately stopped Yuan Le who was dancing, and told him, "Alright, the doctor is here."

Yuan Le heard the sound and went to have a look, muttering and shaking his head, "I'm neither sick nor in pain, why do I need to see a doctor?!"

Having been with him for many days, Qin Feng also quickly figured out the way to coax him. He stretched out his hand and pinched his cheek, and asked awkwardly, "Didn't you say that your tooth hurts after eating yesterday? It doesn't hurt now?"

The boy tapped his teeth, clicked twice, covered one side of his face and said, "It seems a little bit."

Qin Feng nodded, "Then say you don't want to see the doctor, and the worms will eat all your teeth in two days." As he spoke, he dragged Yuan Le and pushed him in front of Wen Muyun.

Wen Muyun put the medicine box on the stone table beside him, and saw Yuan Le walking over awkwardly, with a look of reluctance on his face, thinking that he was in his twenties, this boy was about the same age as his younger brother, with angular faces Unfinished, still with unfaded childishness.

According to Qin Xichao's letter, the two brothers and sisters belonged to Qianman's family, Tang Wuming didn't know it very well, and only confessed that this young man committed murder and robbed goods.

Yuan Le sat on the stone bench, stretched out his wrist to rest on the pulse pillow handed over, and listened to Qin Feng's words quietly without making any noise.

Wen Muyun took the pulse with three fingers in parallel to take his breath, and at the same time looked at the young man under his hand.

Yuan Le had thin calluses on the palms of his hands. Although his body hadn't grown out yet, his waist was straight, and his veins under his fingers were strong, neither thin nor overbearing.

When he thought that he was still a half-grown child, his hands were already stained with an unknown amount of blood, and his heart felt a little blocked, and he felt pity for him.

Tang Wuming has been standing behind Qin Xichao, watching the doctor practice medicine intently, he wants to get closer but dare not, because Yuan Le always has nameless hostility towards him.

Wen Muyun took his pulse, looked at his tongue again, couldn't help but let out a "huh", and finally checked him up and down, even hugged his head and touched it, pressed a few acupuncture points, and asked Yuan Le if it hurts. It didn't hurt, Yuan Le just shook his head blankly.

The doctor folded his arms and thought for a while, his face darkened.Everyone in the audience froze, as if Yuan Le had suffered from some serious illness.

Huang Er, before someone could ask, Wen Muyun threw the pulse pillow on the table into the medicine box with a smile on his arm, turned around and asked Qin Xichao, "Master Qin, Wen traveled thousands of miles to make an appointment, are you kidding me?"

Qin Xichao was puzzled, and Tang Wuming was even more puzzled.

Yuan Le also blinked, and looked up at the doctor who suddenly became angry for some reason.

"What's the matter, but it's not curable?" Qin Xichao asked.

Wen Muyun chuckled, nodded abruptly and said, "It's easy to cure, especially good to cure. Tell him to rinse his mouth with salt water three times a day after meals, eat less sweet and sour things, and don't eat anything after nightfall. "

Saying words one by one, "It will be cured in a few days."

"It's so simple?" Tang Wuming interjected, but he seemed to have heard of this disease somewhere, so he asked, "What kind of disease is this?"

The doctor gave him a sideways look, sneered, picked up the medicine box, and bit his words, "Cavities, teeth!"

"..."

Tang Wuming did not give up, "Don't... anything else?" He raised his hand and tapped his temple, "Here, is it normal?"

Wen Muyun frowned and looked at him, his eyes said, "You're just out of your mind", and Tang Wuming felt guilty again, "He is very healthy, and he has been practicing martial arts all year round, even if he is thrown into the lake in winter. It can be frozen. If he is sick, I think you are sick!"

"How is it possible!" Tang Wuming said anxiously, and ran to Yuan Le to check.Yuan Le jumped on the spot in fright, beat him neatly and hid behind Qin Feng.

A red mark was instantly slapped on his hand, Tang Wuming turned his head and looked at the doctor without saying a word.

Qin Xichao took his hand, put it under his lips and blew a few times, and said to Wen Muyun, "Muyun, if you look carefully, how could he forget his senior brother for no reason?"

Although the doctor is young, he comes from a medical family. He has been reciting the scriptures of doctors and reading hundreds of medical scriptures since he was able to read. He has been practicing medicine for more than ten years now, and he is very confident in his medical skills. Maybe even Yuan Le's minor illness would be wrong.

Not to mention, there is really nothing wrong with Yuan Le.

Wen Muyun had no choice but to say, "Xi Chao told me that he was stimulated and beaten, but I didn't see anything wrong from his pulse. But if you insist on insisting that he has amnesia, I can also Treat this disease for now, but I can't guarantee the effect."

Yuan Le listened and knew that he was talking about herself, so she raised her head and pulled Qin Feng's clothes and asked him what was going on with her eyes.Qin Feng smiled at him, and said softly, "It's okay, be good."

Wen Muyun walked up to Yuan Le, lowered his body and asked him, "What's your name?"

Yuan Le glanced at Qin Feng's expression, and answered, "Yuan Le."

"how old?"

"...Seventeen."

"Do you know what you used to do?"

Yuan Le was silent for a while, then nodded slowly, tightened the hand that was holding Qin Feng's sleeve, and said in a low voice, "Kill...I...killed a lot of people."

Wen Muyun pointed to Tang Wuming behind him, "Then do you recognize him?"

The young man nodded.

"Are you afraid of him?"

After a moment of silence, Yuan Le still nodded.

Wen Muyun guided him in a harmonious voice, and took Yuan Le's hand and sat on the edge of the stone table, as harmonious as a brother's condolences, "Then tell me, what are you afraid of him?"

Yuan Le glanced at Tang Wuming quietly, wanted to say something but was too terrified to say it.

Seeing this, Tang Wuming's expression darkened, and he lowered his head and said to Qin Xi, "You stay on guard, I'll go for a walk, and tell me later."

Qin Xizhao knew that his presence was not good, so he didn't stop him, and whispered a few words in his ear, telling him to go back early.

Tang Wuming wandered around in the villa for a while, he was really bored by himself, so he went back to his room to get a pen and paper to draw a few blueprints of mechanisms, and weighed the money on his body, it should be enough for a light crossbow made of better materials.

After leaving the villa, he went directly to the blacksmith shop in Qiongzhou City.

Although Qiongzhou City is near the lake, the climate is much cooler than that inland, but the fire is always burning in the blacksmith's shop, and the tinkle is constantly beating. It just so happens that the old blacksmith is half-deaf.

Tang Wuming was inconvenient to approach the stove, and yelled at the top of his voice for a long time amidst the sound of knocking, but the man didn't respond.

Worried, a young man came out from behind, "Master, his ears are not good, what do you need?"

Tang Wuming thought about it, although this mechanism was modified by himself, it was nothing complicated, and it would be no problem for the apprentice to do it, so he generously handed the blueprint to the young apprentice, "I want to make a weapon according to this."

The young man looked it over carefully, he had used many swords, soldiers and axes, and now the blueprints are all parts and shapes that have never been seen before. They are said to be weapons, but when put together, they look more like mechanical toys, just like Luban Lock and Nine Links.

"You... the parts are easy to make, but the assembly..." the young man hesitated.

Tang Wuming took out an ingot of silver and put it aside, "The parts are fine, and I can assemble them myself later. Is the money enough?"

The young man was very honest, he weighed the silver ingots and nodded, "There are too many, we can't use so many."

"For the rest, help me shoot a few short arrows, one-inch short nails, three-inch and ten-inch crossbow arrows. If you have spare time, get another dagger." Tang Wuming gestured to him again. After explaining the data in the drawings in detail, he was relieved to see that he understood everything thoroughly.

After making an appointment for a few days to pick it up, before leaving, I suddenly turned around and asked, "Which store on your street sells rouge and gouache?"

The young man was stunned, scratched his back ear and pointed to the right, "Jixiangfang, they have the most variety of rouge and the best smell. If it's for your sweetheart, their house has a kind of cherry pink that is very beautiful..."

Before the introduction was finished, Tang Wuming disappeared from the shop in the blink of an eye.

Jixiangfang is located in the busiest place in the city street. During the daytime, there are a lot of people passing by. Because the store recently made the light-colored cherry pink rouge, it was a big hit, attracting tourists from the two neighboring cities. come over.

Tang Wuming looked at the two red ribbons hanging down beside the shop door, all kinds of maids and girls came in and out arm in arm, occasionally there was a thin man with a folding fan to accompany his wife, he was the only big old man Stick at the door.

——"My doctor never uses rouge and gouache."

Thinking of what the doctor said back then with his sleeves swung, Tang Wuming hesitated for a moment, but still walked in.

As a result, as soon as he entered the door, before even touching the edge of the counter, he was smoked by the monstrous aroma inside.Not to mention being able to distinguish any special smell from here, even normal breathing is a problem.

Although the powder is fragrant, he is not blessed to enjoy it.Tang Wuming rushed out of the shop and let out a few breaths against the breeze.

A tall girl was carrying a rouge box she had just bought, and humming what seemed to be a Southwest tune passed Tang Wuming's side.With the fragrance from the powder shop, it made his nose itch.

A sneeze was swirling in the base of his nose but he couldn't get it out, Tang Wuming covered his mouth and nose, squinting his eyes to look at the culprit who made him feel uncomfortable.

With just that one glance, not to mention that he didn't sneeze, even if he didn't have time to sip his breath, he ran after the tall girl.

The girl is tall, very conspicuous in the crowd, and has a slender figure. Just by looking at her back, one can tell that she must be a peerless beauty.

But what annoys Tang Wuming the most in his life are beauties, especially this kind of beauties who are half a head taller than him, walk as fast as the wind blows, and can't catch their tails when they are elusive.

Tang Wuming pushed and squeezed through the crowd, keeping his eyes on the woman, for fear of losing her again in the blink of an eye.

Well, you "beauty", if it falls into my hands this time, I will let you know what bad luck is!

The beauties only pick places where there are many people, turning around several times and almost being dazzled, Tang Wuming's staring eyes are sour, and he has been forcing people to follow the lake pier, there is really no place can go.

The man stopped on the pier with his head down, not knowing what he was doing.

Tang Wuming didn't care about it, he just knew that this opportunity could not wait any longer, he rushed towards the beauty, turned around the beauty's shoulder, and shouted sharply, "June—"

In the end, the word "snow" rolled around my mouth, and finally sank to the bottom of the lake quietly.

"Beauty" grinned and winked at him.

His expression twitched - this girl with a mouth like a sausage, a face like yellow rice, a nose like a collapse, and teeth like cracks in the ground is not Liu Yuexue at all!

Tang Wuming couldn't help but cursed in his heart, "Damn!"