The Tyrant’s Beloved Empress

When An Changqing came out of the hospital, he almost always thought that he was living again and was too susceptible to illness. In fact, the previous birth mother really passed away due to illness, and there was no conspiracy behind it. +++Mobile reading visit m.wuxiaspot.com

He went to several well-known medical clinics in Yejing, and there was no gain. An Changqing sat in the carriage and meditated for a while, thinking that since he came, he still has a beginning and an end, so he said to the coachman: "Go to Yongle lane."

Yongle Alley is the most remote alley in Xifang City. The last medical clinic An Changqing was looking for was hidden in the innermost alley.

This medical clinic is much smaller than the first few medical clinics. Most of them are for some civilians. An Changqing found out that this medical clinic does not even have a serious name, only a doctor with a weird temper. But I heard that the doctor is very skilled in medicine, but all the patients he has diagnosed and treated are completely cured.

The carriage came to the entrance of Yongle Alley and stopped. This alley is very narrow, with residential buildings on both sides, and the street has almost no sunlight because of the back of the sun. There are still dead grass roots in the gaps on both sides of the bluestone slabs, and a rotten musty smell is faintly floating in the air.

"Princess, the carriage can't get in." An Fu went down and took a look, then hesitated: "Is there really a medical clinic here?"

Without him, this alley really looks very shabby, with small faces on both sides of the houses and mottled walls. Even if the general medical center is not on the street, it can't be hidden in this alley, right? It makes you panic when you look at it. Where can anyone dare to come to see a doctor?

An Changqing was also a little hesitant, but it was all coming after thinking about it, and it was not too short of these steps. He got out of the carriage and said, "Go in and have a look."

The car door waited at the entrance of the alley, and An Changqing took An Fu in.

When the two walked to the end of the alley, they saw a door there, and a white cloth hung above the mottled door with vermilion lacquer, on which the two characters "Medical Hall" were written in ink.

It really doesn't even have a serious name.

An Fu hurriedly knocked on the door. The alley was quiet and the echo was loud. An Fu knocked several times, and no one came to answer the door. Instead, the old red lacquered wooden door creaked and opened half way. An Fu was startled, and looked back at An Changqing helplessly.

"Go in and take a look." An Changqing frowned slightly and walked past him.

The inside is not big, a small yard, no flowers and plants, but a lot of herbs that grow in winter, and further down, is the lobby of the doctor. An Changqing raised his voice and asked again: "Is anyone there?"

After the voice fell for a while, there was a lazy voice, I don’t know where it came from: “Who? I’m taking a rest today and I’m not going to see a doctor.”

An Changqing bowed her hand and said politely: "It won't take up too much time for Mr., just ask Mr. to read a prescription."

He poked his head out of the medicine cabinet in the lobby. It was vaguely a middle-aged man with a shaggy beard. He stretched out a slap and shook the front and back. He slowly said, "You can see it, but I can give you twelve taels of silver first."

An Fu was dissatisfied: "Even the doctor in Derentang would not dare to ask for this price!"

"Too expensive?" The middle-aged man chuckled, "Then you can go to Derentang to see it? The rich people see a doctor in my place, all at this price! Love it, don't see it!"

An Fu choked, flushed and stared at him.

On the contrary, An Changqing's face (color) remained unchanged, and he took out a dozen silver coins and walked over, and put the prescription on the counter along with it and said, "Please take a look, Mr."

The middle-aged man turned his head at random, and when he saw An Changqing's face, his eyes flickered, turning his wheelchair out of the medicine cabinet, and unceremoniously, he looked straight at An Changqing.

An Changqing's brows are slightly frowned, and she is patient: "Mr.?"

The middle-aged man regained his senses, glanced over the prescription, grinned: "I don't need the silver, you let me draw a portrait."

"Sir, don't be joking." An Changqing frowned tighter. When she came, she knew that this doctor (sexual sex) was eccentric. He had been prepared for it, but now the request made by this person is too rude.

He was about to refuse, but he heard him say again: "Your prescription, no one can see the problem, right?"

An Changqing had a meal: "...Yes."

"You let me draw a picture. I will tell you how to detoxify." The middle-aged man knocked on the table, his eyes fixed on his face and he never left.

"Detoxification? This recipe is really poisonous?" An Changqing was startled, his face (color) turned white first.

The other party refused to say more, and knocked on the table: "Portrait."

An Changqing took a deep breath, thinking about the importance of her mother's body, bit her cheek, endured the offended discomfort, and asked: "What does the sir do to give me a portrait?"

"Of course it is collection." He smiled: "I always love to collect beautiful pictures, they look as good as a little boy, but they are rare."

An Changqing looked down and pondered, thinking that the previous medical clinics all said that the prescription was okay, so she could only grit her teeth and answer: "You tell me what's going on with this prescription first."

The middle-aged man turned his wheelchair and walked around the counter to his side, approached An Changqing and sniffed carefully, and said, "This recipe is okay..."

An Changqing was about to change his face, but when he heard him say again: "But if it fits the fragrance of the thousand brocades on your body, it becomes poison. Where have you been in these three days?"

"Thousands of brocades?" An Changqing recalled, thinking of the unknown flowers that bloomed very well in the winter behind Lanhong Garden: "Is it a lavender (color), six-petaled flower with eyelashes of about two feet? High. Flower all year round?"

"Yes." The middle-aged man said: "Qianzhongjin is called a flower, and it is actually a medicine. There is a medicine in this prescription, which is conflicting with Qianzhongjin's medicine (sexual xing). It will not appear on weekdays, but if it is a thousand When the double brocade blooms, the medicine (sexual xing) increases. If the person taking the medicine smells the fragrance of the flower or comes into contact with pollen, it will increase the poison (sexual xing). Few people know about the medicine (sexual xing), but ordinary people just think It’s other illnesses."

An Changqing remembered returning to Xiangfu this time, and the piece of Qianzhongjin behind Lanhongyuan was really well opened. This kind of flower was planted everywhere in Xiangfu. He only thought that An Zhike or Li liked this kind of flower, but he never thought that there was a (killing sha) machine hidden here.

It's just that I don't know who did it...An Zhike knew it or not.

The fingers hanging beside her were slightly clenched, An Changqing tried her best to calm her emotions, and calmly said, "Mr. Is there a way to heal?"

"Of course..." the middle-aged man said, "But I have to finish painting the portrait first."

This time An Changqing didn't tweak any more. Now that he has said the prescription problem, he knows how to detoxify. Detoxifying the birth mother is more important than drawing a portrait.

"Okay." An Changqing said quickly: "Where do you want to paint, sir? Can you go back with me for a few days after the painting, if you can cure my mother's disease, I will thank you again."

The middle-aged man waved his hand: "Shut up first and sit down in the courtyard."

"..." An Changqing had to sit down on a chair in the courtyard. The man took out a small brass bell from his sleeve and shook it. After a while, a child brought a drawing tool over. The man stopped talking and took a serious portrait of An Changqing.

This painting was painted for nearly half an hour. It was cold in winter, the yard was (exposed), and the cold wind was whistling. An Changqing didn't even have a hand stove to warm her hands. When the portrait was completed, her face was pale with cold.

As soon as the man received the pen, An Fu hurriedly put the stove into his arms, An Changqing's teeth trembled up and down, and said, "Can you go home with me, sir?"

The man was about to answer, suddenly his face (color) changed, and he turned the wheelchair back, "What are you doing (gan)?"

This was obviously not for An Changqing. When An Changqing turned her head strangely, she saw a familiar tall figure approaching at the door.

Xiao Zhige was also taken aback when he saw him. When he saw his purple hands, his eyes condensed, and then (off tuo) Xia's body was cloaked and naturally draped on him: "Go out and wear more."

With his body temperature on the cloak, An Changqing shrank her neck, rubbed the fur collar of the cloak sideways, and gave a nasal "um".

The middle-aged man opened his mouth like a ghost, looking at Xiao Zhige and An Changqing, his eyes were almost staring, and he rolled his eyes a few times and said, "You two know each other?"

"An Changqing, my princess."

"Hu Shifei, Yunjun's military doctor."

Xiao Zhige gave a brief introduction to the two of them, and his eyes fell on the painting that hadn't been put away yet, and he instantly narrowed his eyes and said, "What is this?"

Hu Shifei moved quickly and wanted to close the painting, but he was a step slower, and Xiao Zhige cut him off and took the painting into his hands.

"Do you still have a portrait?" Xiao Zhige unfolded the painting and took a closer look. His eyes were cold and he looked at Hu Shifei. His voice was extremely heavy. People who were familiar with his spleen, such as Hu Shifei, immediately heard it. This person is angry.

But he still didn't give up trying to fight for it: "The consultation fee that the princess gave me." He said to see An Changqing, winking vigorously, and his tone was more polite: "Wang, do you think?"

An Changqing rolled her eyes, glanced at the man beside her, winked at him innocently, and smiled without saying a word.

Hu Shifei pulled his face: "Then I won't look at it."

Xiao Zhige glanced at him blankly, put the portrait away properly, and said to the door: "Iron Tiger."

There was an energetic response from outside the door. A sturdy man like a steel tower walked in and waited for his command: "General."

"Take the person away." Xiao Zhige's chin slightly, Tie Hu immediately understood, strode over, and lifted Hu Shifei up with the chair and walked out, with a polite smile in his mouth: "Doctor Hu, The general has an order, so take care of it."

Hu Shifei: "..." I pooh!

An Changqing was stunned as Xiao Zhige abducted the person so domineeringly, and then whispered, "Is this okay?"

Xiao Zhige looked down at him, brought him the cloak, and said, "He owes me the favor."

After speaking, he added: "Tell me next time."

An Changqing didn't react at all. He took him a few steps forward and then gradually understood that this person was saying that next time something happened to him. Then I thought that this person came back from the big camp outside the city, but did not return to the palace but came here to tie people, mostly because he remembered his mother's illness, and prepared to come and ask Hu Shifei to pass.

My heart warmed, An Changqing shook his hand back and followed him crookedly: "Next time I will tell you first."

The author has something to say: counseling (entangled): Is the portrait framed and hung in the study, or is it a collection?

...In two quarters.

Counseling (suddenly figured it out): You can ask Hu Shifei to paint a few more pictures.