BT Western Han Dynasty Picking Chrysanthemums

"He," Wei Qing looked at Mrs. Wei, and said to the old man, "his head was hurt."

"Who is it?" The old immortal asked with surprise: "Who has such a great ability?"

"He was bitten by a mouse," Wei Qing said.This lie can only be made true now.

The old man laughed wildly, almost dying from laughter, "Fuck, rat?" He asked Wei Qing, covering his stomach, "He was bitten by a rat? This is God's eye opening;

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"shi'fu!" Wei Qinghuan was still holding Wei Wei's hand at this moment, and Wei Wei's hand was trembling in his hand. Wei Qinghuan thought that Wei Wei was in pain, and said dissatisfied with the old immortal: "Why are you standing there laughing? Come and see the eldest son!"

"Kang," Wei Wei still remembers to correct Wei Qinghuan's slip of the tongue at this time.

"Kang," Wei Qinghuan subconsciously answered.

"Let me take a look," the old man laughed and walked to the chair. He didn't believe that a mouse could bite Mrs. Wei like this.

Wei Qing said, "You also know medicine?"

The old man said, "I don't understand, but I want to see his injuries."

"shi'fu!" Wei Qinghuan became more anxious than Wei Qing, "When is this, are you still joking here?!"

"Teacher Qing Huan," the old immortal said to Wei Qing Huan earnestly, "It's because you don't know your little brother, isn't he..."

Before the old man said that he is not a good person, Mrs. Wei yelled again.

"Does it hurt so much?" Wei Qing hastily put her hand on Mrs. Wei's forehead.Mrs. Wei yelled and yelled and pretended to be sick, and now he was sweating all over his forehead.Wei Qing felt the sweat on Mrs. Wei's forehead, and was even more worried, so she rushed to the door and asked, "When will the doctor arrive?"

Taking advantage of his father and Qing Huan beauty looking out the door, Mrs. Wei gave the old man a hard look.

Anyone who is not dead knows that this little Wei bastard is pretending to be dead.

The servant outside the door replied to Wei Qing: "The butler has already gone to invite you."

"My son, please bear with me," Wei Qing hurriedly said to Mrs. Wei after receiving this reply, "The doctor will be here soon."

At this moment, the old man said: "The mouse has poison in its mouth, huh, you must be poisoned, right?"

"Shut up," Wei Qing said. It's rare for Wei Qing to break his credit. His eldest son has grown up like this. This one deserves the greatest credit. Wei Qing doesn't know how to be grateful now, but he still has to hate this old man.

Mrs. Wei wanted to laugh, but she still had to hold back, so her face twisted.In the eyes of Wei Qing and Wei Qinghuan, this distorted face indicated that the condition had deteriorated.The old man stood beside him and didn't say anything, but seized this opportunity and pinched Mrs. Wei's legs twice, which was regarded as a small revenge.

The doctor was brought in by the steward Laifu.

"He complained of a headache," Wei Qing said to the doctor, "you should show him quickly."

The doctor's hair and beard were gray, and he was urged to run all the way by Laifu butler, and he was still panting.

Wei Qinghuan winked, and ran to bring the old doctor a glass of water.

The old doctor drank the water, breathed a sigh of relief, and began to take the pulse of Mrs. Wei.There is nothing wrong with Mrs. Wei, and the blood shed looks scary, but in fact it is not the minimum standard for donating blood.The old doctor had checked his pulse for a long time and thought that this man was not ill, but when he thought about the big housekeeper of the Wei Mansion inviting him here as if putting out a fire, it seemed that this Yichun Marquis was going to die soon. Maybe it's not sick;

.The old doctor frowned, with a bitter face, and took his pulse again.

Seeing the doctor's change of face, Wei Qing's expression turned pessimistic, Wei Qing's heart sank, and he asked, "Doctor, how is my son?"

The old doctor said: "General, please wait a little longer."

Wei Wei looked at the old man, and if he didn't make a move, he couldn't pretend anymore.

The old man came to the bed again, and asked the doctor, "Doctor, this little bastard won't die, will he?"

"Shi'fu!" Wei Qinghuan called out.

The old man hurriedly hugged Mrs. Wei and said, "No, I said something wrong. What I want to ask is, doctor, is my apprentice okay? He has wounds on his body, is the wound broken?"

The old doctor hurriedly said: "Master Hou is injured? Where is it? Can I let you take a look?"

"His head is covered," the old man pointed at Mrs. Wei's head, and put his other hand on the back of Mrs. Wei's heart, exerting force.

Mrs. Wei's heart twitched for a while, but it wasn't uncomfortable, but the blood flowed back a little, and when she opened her mouth, real blood spit out right now.

The people in the room exclaimed.

"My wife?!" Wei Qing supported Wei's shoulders with both hands, and shouted anxiously: "What's wrong with you, tell the doctor quickly!"

Wei Wei yelled, "Father, I don't want to die!" Then he rolled his eyes and fell on the old immortal, pretending to be dead.

Mrs. Wei pretended to be dead, and the people in the house became even more chaotic.

The old doctor was ashamed, the young master of Yichun was so seriously ill, and he couldn't diagnose it, it seems that he is still not good at learning!

"How is my husband and son?" At this time, the old lady Wei came with Wei Buyi and Wei Deng, and they shouted outside before they entered the house.

"What's wrong with him?" Wei Qing anxiously asked the doctor.

"Internal injury," the old doctor saw Mrs. Wei's appearance, gritted his teeth, and said a diagnosis.

"Then, what should we do then?" Wei Qing asked the old doctor.

Before the old doctor had time to speak, Mrs. Wei entered the room at this time, and when she saw a pool of blood on the quilt covered by Mrs. Wei, the old lady cried.

"Mother," Wei Qing heard the old lady crying, and hurriedly persuaded her again: "The doctor is here, the husband and wife will be fine."

The old lady Wei didn't reply to Wei Qing's words, she didn't come up in one breath, she just fainted.

"Old lady!" There was another panic in the room.

"Oh! You bastard!" The old man sighed while hugging Mrs. Wei, how could this guy be a son?People raise their children to guard against old age, but this kind of thing is raised by people who hate their lives.

"You know how to fart!" Mrs. Wei narrowed her eyes to see the situation in the room, and at the same time she still didn't forget to scold the old man, it's all because of his father! ;

BT The Story of Picking Chrysanthemums in the Western Han Dynasty Volume 142 [-] Qinghuan Beauty’s Physiological Health Lesson

On this day, the news came out from the Wei Mansion that the Young Master Wei was ill. Following word of mouth and rumors from the common people, it became the Young Master Wei who was critically ill.

After hearing the news, the relatives and friends of Wei's mansion all came to the mansion to visit the sick.

Apart from taking care of Mrs. Wei and Mrs. Wei, Wei Qing also had to receive these relatives and friends. It was impossible for Wei Qing to go to the palace to plead guilty to Emperor Wu Liu Che.

The old man went to the front hall for a walk, and when he came back, he reported to Mrs. Wei, who was drinking old hen soup under the service of Wei Qinghuan: "A lot of people came today, not less than when your mother died. Husband, they all thought you were going to die too."

"Shi'fu, don't say any more," Wei Qing hadn't responded yet, and Wei Qing was in a hurry. Ever since the eldest son fell ill, their shi'fu hasn't said a single pleasant word yet. Qing Huan now understands why the eldest son fights with their shi'fu from time to time, this shi'fu's mouth really can't say anything good.

"What's the matter, disciple Qinghuan?" The old man asked Wei Qinghuan with a smile. With Wei and his wife in front of him, he liked Wei Qinghuan so much.

"It's okay, you can go out first," Wei Qinghuan said: "Young Master, there is no need for manpower here."

"Teacher Qing Huan, do you despise me too?" The old man suddenly looked hurt.

"Qing Huan, I have a headache," Mrs. Wei pretended to be weak.

"It's almost over," the old man said to Mrs. Wei, putting on a late mother's face, "You really want your father to die? Your old lady is down!"

"Qing Huan, I have a headache," Mrs. Wei ignored the old man, and only complained to his beautiful Qing Huan.

"You go out," Wei Qinghuan pushed the old man away, and said, "shi'fu, go and see the second and third sons, they also need someone to accompany them now;

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"He's not a good person, you can't trust him!" The old man grabbed the door frame with his hands and refused to leave, yelling, "He's sick! This little bastard is just pretending!"

Mrs. Wei coughed dryly on the bed.

"Your head hurts, and your lungs are bad?!" the old man shouted to Mrs. Wei.

"Shi'fu, go and see the second and third sons," Wei Qinghuan pushed hard with his hands, pushing the old man out.

"Teacher Qing Huan, you will regret it, you will definitely regret it!" the old man shouted standing outside the door.

Wei Qinghuan closed the door, and everyone in the mansion said his shi'fu was half-crazy, and now it seems that it is not a lie.

Mrs. Wei was lying face down, others saw him coughing, but he was actually smiling.

"My lord," Wei Qinghuan walked back to the bed again, and asked Mrs. Wei, "Are you feeling better now?"

Mrs. Wei rubbed his face to smooth out the smile lines on his face, then turned over, looked at his Qinghuan beauty and blinked, and said, "Qinghuan, come here."

Wei Qinghuan leaned down and said, "What is the eldest son's order?"

Mrs. Wei stretched out his hand and hooked Wei Qinghuan's neck, straightened his waist, and directly bit Qinghuan beauty's lips.

Wei Qinghuan was startled, and moved back.

Mrs. Wei didn't prepare for Wei Qinghuan's reaction so violently this time, and when Wei Qinghuan pushed her, the back of her head hit the bed heavily.

"Eldest son?" Wei Qinghuan was startled again when he heard the sound of Mrs. Wei's head knocking on the bed, and quickly reached out to help Mrs. Wei, "Are you hurt?"

"My lord, your sister!" Mrs. Wei rubbed her head, it was almost like an Indian girl, and almost got hurt again.

Wei Qinghuan remembered at this moment, Mrs. Wei was arguing with him,