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Song Ling was stunned for a moment, put down his underwear, leaned on the pillow and asked, "What is the cause of the trouble?" He had a vague premonition, and his knees and calves felt like needles.

Bai Shi didn't speak for a long time, Song Ling looked at her face, picked up some pine and said quickly: "Why is Auntie making such an expression? Is there any strange disease in the world that can stop Auntie?"

"Huh," Bai said with a wry smile, exhaling foul breath, "I claim to be the best in the world in medicine, but I haven't been able to understand your disease all these years."

Song Ling's throat tightened, and he asked again, "Isn't it cold?"

Mrs. Bai shook her head: "It's the curse brought by the mother's womb. The initial symptoms are similar to cold syndrome. In spring and winter, the feet are sore and swollen, and the knees are numb and itchy, but walking is not hindered. The lesion is getting deeper, and it turns from itching to pain. Because of the musculoskeletal ablation, In the final stage, every inch of muscle and bone is like winter snow falling into boiling water, disappearing without a trace. Only the flesh and blood of a well-behaved person is left, and life is better than death."

"I call this bane osteolysis."

The word osteolytic disease kept churning in Song Ling's mind, his pupils dilated slightly, and he saw Song Chengxi, the emaciated eldest prince hiding in a dark room.He has a high status, and he should be the most dazzling fashionista, but because he was born weak and sick, he has been recuperating all year round.

What's more, the royal family has always had difficulties with their offspring, and many of them died young.Could it be that this is the hidden pain hidden by the royal family, the curse originating from the blood.

In a trance, Song Ling heard Bai ask, "Have any ancestors of your mother's family suffered from similar symptoms?"

He subconsciously clenched the corner of his clothes: "It never appeared." He silently added in his heart that it was not the mother's family, but the father's family was the root of the disaster.Aunt Wu didn't know that he was not of the Luo family's blood. The ancestors of the Luo family were all as strong as a calf. Why did such a strange disease appear?Naturally, it is associated with Song Ling's mother's family.

But his biological mother Song Niangzi was just an ordinary woman, so how could his ancestors suffer from such a strange disease that lasted thousands of years through blood as the medium?Wait, is she really an ordinary woman?Ever since he discovered the mystery of his life experience and the non-existent Lihua Lane, Song Ling has always been suspicious.

The birdcage that blocks the sky and the spies everywhere are really used to spy on a child?

Bai walked two steps forward and bent his knees to pick up the silver needle, with an unusually dignified tone: "If there are patients to compare with each other, I will be more confident."

Song Ling was already dressed neatly. He always kept his face on the bigger things, and said in a deep voice, "Auntie, how confident are you?"

If it can be cured, it can be cured. Bai Shizai never exaggerates, and truthfully said: "Less than [-]%." She has always been sensible to patients, and never expects more than the slightest.But the person in front of her is not only a patient, but also a nephew she watched grow up.

For the first time, Bai broke his own principles, "There are voodoo doctors in Gu Gu, the genius doctor in southern Xinjiang, which is far from the traditional medicine in the Central Plains. If the Central Plains can't be cured, it doesn't mean they can't. Nalan's lineage of the Gu girl, the genius doctor, has been blessed by heaven to ward off evil. With a jade body, all evils will retreat, and all diseases will not invade."

"It is rumored that its blood can cure all poisons, and its flesh can cure all diseases."

"Even though the Miracle Doctor Gu has been destroyed now, there are rumors that there are descendants of the Miracle Doctor Gu who survived. As long as we find them, maybe..."

Bai Shi panicked, and comforted Song Ling by sketching a vision that she didn't even believe in. The speaker didn't take it seriously, but the listener did.

Song Ling thought, Nanjiang, the genius doctor Gu, Yu Nie, he just happened to know the whereabouts of Yu Nie.And the genius doctor Gu has a blood feud with the royal family. As the saying goes, the enemy of an enemy is a friend.This time, whether it is for life or for blood feud, they are bound to conspire with the remnants.

He laughed at himself from the bottom of his heart, read the books of sages in vain, and finally became the minister who conspired against him.

Before Bai could calm down her melancholy, she suddenly saw that Song Ling had already gone through the process of saluting and retiring, and was about to go out.She said inwardly that she was sorry, and hurriedly grabbed Song Ling: "My child, don't do anything stupid, this disease can be cured, and if I say it can be cured, it will be cured!"

She walked in a hurry, the soles of her feet got knotted, and she accidentally stepped on the hem of her skirt. Song Ling quickly supported her and explained, "Where does my aunt want to go? My nephew just saw Qianyu wandering around in the medicine garden." , there are so many people with mixed eyes, I am afraid that she will be bumped by people who don't have long eyes, so I want to take a look."

"What? She went to the medicine garden again!" Bai's voice rose twice in an instant.

Song Ling used the timing of this move to bring trouble to Shuidong cleverly, and successfully provoked the anger on his own sister.Apologize in my heart, Qianyu, please be blessed.

Get away smoothly.

Go to the second gate to greet some boys, set up an ox cart, put on a wind lamp and go to Fengxue Tower.He usually doesn't like these ostentations, but now he knows that there is a big problem with his leg, so he has to be more careful, he can't lose his life until the revenge is paid.

Before entering the range of Huajie, the sound of gongs and drums, accompanied by silk, bamboo, gourd and sheng, can be heard from a long distance, which is very annoying.Song Ling lifted the curtain angrily, leaned out and looked out.Buildings of human walls dared to compete with Juefeng, and surrounded the source of the noise so tightly that there was no clue at all.

After looking over and still seeing nothing, Song Ling tapped on the wall of the sedan chair with his hands down, motioning for his companions to look over.Chang Sui was also dazzled by the flowers, holding a tray in his hand, stretching his neck long, wishing he could stare at a hole in the wall of people, and his thoughts flew to the sky.

Hearing the sound of knocking, Chang Sui gave a shock, and looked back at Song Ling with lightning speed, and looked sideways at Song Ling, trying to show his dedication: "Master, what do you want me to tell you?"

Song Ling didn't intend to argue with him, and pointed to the crowd: "What's the excitement ahead?"

Hearing Song Ling's question, the long follower felt excited at this moment, quickly glanced at him meaningfully, and said happily, "Master Hui, today is the Qiqiao Festival on the seventh day of July. Lord Xiang of Fengyuelou is performing dances at Duxian Bridge. To put it mildly, our Xiangjun is more beautiful than the Weaver Girl in the sky, how many men think about it during the day and at night." He clearly has never been to Xiangjun, but it seems that Xiangjun's dance is only for him, so beautiful that he knows nowhere.

On July [-]th, Song Ling lowered the car curtain, his eyes dimmed. It was not just a festival of begging for artifices, June [-]th to welcome the Gu God, and July [-]th to send the Gu God off.Looking at the dark lines of the carpet, he said coldly: "Changing the road." Others just join in the fun, he is not interested in offering sacrifices to the pheasant god.

Chang Sui picked out his ears, with an expression like a mother who had just died, and looked at the direction of the crowd with reluctance, and called out to the driver with a weak voice: "Changing the road..."

The bullock carts flowed against the current and slowly withdrew from the noisy picture scroll.

Leaving the avenue, if you want to go to Fengxue Building, there are only a set of small alleys left, which obviously cannot accommodate big ostentation.The bullock cart stopped at the entrance of the alley, and the long follower stepped forward to help him off the horse.Fang stood firm, suddenly a figure appeared in the distance, very friendly, it was Fu Qiuchi whom he hadn't seen for several months.

He came from outside the city, his clothes and hair were soaked in rotten smell.

When the two faced each other, they were both stunned, feeling awkward.Although the two have known each other for many years, if they insist on fighting, they can still fall into the spectrum of friendship.It's a pity that for these two people, the word "friend" is really blunt, and they can only save face.On weekdays, Luo Jinnian made jokes in it, and the atmosphere was harmonious.Now Luo Jinnian didn't know where he died, and the two of them were at a loss when they met again.

He had pretended to be face-saving for many years, and it was not bad for a moment. Song Ling just settled down when Fu Qiuchi opened his mouth first. He seemed to have swallowed gunpowder, and his words were choking.

"Your honored father and brother are newly mourned, and your house is full of white affairs, so it's nice to have some time to relax." Fu Qiuchi glanced over the tray held by the long follower.

Xiang Jun is regarded as a goddess by literati Qing Ke, and it is very difficult to see the goddess. One of them is called the flower-rolling ceremony. Those who seek to see each other must present flowers and let Xiang Jun choose.

Those who are selected are called wanhua, and this party has passed the first level.And those who have good things concluded that Mr. Xiang loves hyacinths the most, and there is a bunch of hyacinths on the tray.

Song Ling met the dangerous thing Xiangjun did, and the process of seeking a meeting was unusual. This time, he planned to follow Fengyuelou's rules step by step.It was this bouquet of hyacinths that allowed Fu Qiuchi to see at a glance what he was about to do, so he sarcastically sarcastically.

All he had to do was point at Song Ling's nose and scold him madly, disrespecting filial piety, and disrespecting his elder brother.

Baishi, Song Ling's eyelids twitched as soon as the word came out, and his heart was grabbed by an invisible gesture, causing his blood to fade from the pain.

Yes, Luo Qingshan is dead, and Luo Jinnian is also dead, but he doesn't allow anyone to declare their death, anyone!

Song Ling's expression was serious, and he took the hyacinth and sniffed it lightly. He was full of provocation: "You don't have to blame me, but I want to ask you where your brother was when he went to war? Where is it again? Not to mention my father, my brother and Zunjia are inseparable, but Zunjia doesn't even dare to burn incense for him. The so-called friendship is just a matter of face." How smart he is, I can tell from Fu Qiuchi's tone The taste of the truth, criticism is false, and anger is true.

Fu Qiuchi was afraid that he was resentful of his own powerlessness, so he found an excuse.

Sure enough, Fu Qiuchi staggered and tried to defend himself: "I'm just busy..."

Song Ling sneered: "It's very busy." He leaned forward and dusted Fu Qiuchi's side face with the bouquet in his hand: "Your Excellency went out of the city? Doing hypocrisy again, forgive me, what I have done all these years 'Good things' have no real effect except to comfort themselves."

"How does your honor plan to help the refugees?"

Facing the aggressive Song Ling, Fu Qiuchi was unwilling to admit defeat, and retorted: "Look for a good doctor, give money, I will do my best for them, Jinnian is for them..."

"Shut up!" Song Ling cut off the words, "Why didn't you mention letting refugees into the city?"

Fu Qiuchi took two steps back: "Most of the refugees have injuries and illnesses. If they enter the city, they may suffer from epidemics. What's more, the refugees are mixed with fish and dragons. If criminals get mixed in..."

"Hehe," Song Ling chuckled, "You've always been like this..." Before the words were finished, the person was far away, as if he didn't bother to share with him.

Fu Qiuchi watched him go away, and murmured: "Why are you not, hypocrite."

One is my young master, and the other is the son of the Xiangfu. This opportunity came suddenly.He didn't dare to persuade anyone, and he didn't dare to stop him, he waited at one side in fear, for fear that the two masters would forget all the etiquette and demeanor and make a move.Then he must die!

At last there was no danger, the long attendant bowed to Fu Qiuchi, a whirlwind blew under his feet and went to look for the young master.

Temporarily getting rid of everyone, Song Ling leaned on the wall and fell limply to the ground, his face was swallowed by the darkness, unable to distinguish between sorrow and joy, only the idiot's raving could be heard clearly,

"They all say you're dead."