This was a completely unexpected way of conversation. Monk Leran was stunned and then laughed generously, completely destroying the compassionate world just now: "Doctor Xiao An is so virtuous, I am thirty-two this year."

"The master is almost twice my age." An Yi had completely suppressed the strange feeling of sadness and weakness in her heart, and jokingly said: "You are a monk who has at first glance, and you must be a genius of the Buddha Sect? Otherwise, I would not have seen through the world and escaped into a monk with you and converted to Buddhism."

Monk Leran walked down the bluestone steps, stopped to An Yi, and looked at her gently and sincerely and said, "Doctor Xiao An has a deep relationship with him, and he has no fate with Buddha in his destiny."

No, it’s another person who is a fortune-telling person. An Yi’s heart was shocked, and she raised her head indifferently and smiled innocently: “The master is not only proficient in Buddhism, medicine, but also proficient in fortune-telling?”

Monk Leran withdrew his gaze and continued to move forward, his voice so gentle that it was intoxicating: "I am not proficient in anything, but because I almost couldn't survive, I had to become a monk."

I have never seen any monk say such words, not to mention that this is incompatible with his mercy as a monk who is a master of Taoism. An Yi followed Monk Leran silently and walked forward. As early as when she first entered the palace, she noticed him from a group of imperial doctors who just wanted to take advantage of the situation but not work. At that time, it was because he was a rare and beautiful monk. Later, she knew that he had proposed the same treatment plan as her, so she paid more attention to him because she knew that his medical skills were definitely no less than hers.

Later, she and the old Doctor Zhou formed the imperial medical team of Queen Mother Lian. Every now and then, they always met, and discussed for a long time about Queen Mother Lian's pulse, medicine, and needles. The more she had contact with the old Doctor Zhou and this beautiful monk, the more she became more cautious and diligent. The master was right, there were people outside the people, there were heavens outside the sky, and there were many capable people. They were extremely skilled in their medical skills and more experience than her. What she relied on was the golden needle skills and guidance she got from Wu Jing, as well as her madness.

Learning is endless, she is still immature. If you want to become the strongest, you must learn to learn their best from your opponents and peers. An Yi really wants to know what the case that can make Monk Leran feel helpless, and even more want to know why Monk Leran sent her this invitation. Is it just because he, her, and the old Doctor Zhou are both people who are ignorantly rejected and resisted by the doctors? So he is willing to give her this opportunity? Forge an alliance with each other to gain a foothold?

The two walked along the road one after another, occasionally saying a few words about medical skills and Buddhist principles, which attracted countless attention along the way. The monk in front was unconscious and did not think that there was anything wrong with a monk taking a beautiful girl for a walk and chatting; the girl behind was thinking about how to become the strongest person in Dafeng's medical skills. She didn't even think that there was any problem with following a beautiful young monk so close and talking so enthusiastically.

When she arrived in front of the palace gate, An Yi said goodbye to Monk Leran without any satisfaction, and agreed to go with him to see the patient after she left the palace. Seeing that Monk Leran had gone far away, Aunt Jiang called the little palace maid who was serving An Yi and sighed softly, and looked at Monk Leran's back obsessively and said softly: "Master Leran is really a high-ranking monk. It makes people forget the world when they see it."

To An Yi, this sentence sounds equivalent to "Monkey Leran is such a good monk, so he is so born that people can't forget it at first sight." She couldn't help but smile and tease the little palace maid: "Do you understand Buddhism?"

The little palace maid opened her black bean-like eyes and said seriously: "Although the maid doesn't understand, the aunts understand, and the wives outside the palace understand. They all say that the master is a monk and preaching first is the first, so he is a monk."

He is a pseudo-eminent monk. Shouldn’t a real monk devote himself to comprehending Buddhism in the ancient temple? How could he be nostalgic and mingle in this colorful world? An Yi smiled slightly, looked at the group of people walking out of the palace gate, and then nodded to the highest and best-looking one among them and saluted.

Xie Mantang, wearing a vermilion official robe, looked at An Yi, who was standing outside the palace gate with expressionless expression, nodded to her coldly, walked over to her side with great strides, and soon surpassed the monk Leran who was walking in front of him, and threw An Yi a cold and hard back.

An Yi was a little disappointed. It has been almost three months since Xie Mantang sent her to the palace before the New Year. They had never met each other and had never passed on news. She always wanted to thank him in person. It is said that the King of Hell is easy to deal with the little ghosts. The palace is the most complicated part of human entanglement. She has no relatives, no roots, and limited financial resources. What reason do the little ghosts have to hold her? Some are disgusting. But she has always been doing well. Of course, she would not be foolish to think that she had such a smooth life in the palace because it was all due to the Queen Mother and her own abilities. Besides his strength and reason to help her, who else would be there?

"Doctor Xiao'an." A female official with a familiar appearance stood beside the palace road and greeted An Yi with a smile: "The Empress heard that you are leaving the palace immediately, so she specially asked me to invite Dr. Xiao'an to come and talk to her."

Queen An Yi concealed her surprise very well. This sick Queen Liang most often hid silently in Kunning Palace, not causing trouble, and she had only seen her once since she entered the palace. One day, even the empress dowager suddenly asked her to take the queen's pulse, so she was able to see the queen. During the whole process, An Yi heard the queen say three sentences in total, each sentence did not exceed ten words.

The first sentence is: "Everyone says I am a tuberculosis, right?"

The second sentence is: "Can you cure me?"

The third sentence is: "I understand, thank the Queen Mother for her grace."

Queen Liang is tuberculosis and is terminally ill. She also knows herself. But because she does not have the violent aura that people who have been sick for a long time are not embarrassed, An Yi has a good impression of her and gave her an ancient prescription - as long as she insists on taking it seriously and does not suffer from major stimulation, it can at least relieve the condition and delay it for a few more years.

But all the intersections between the two were limited to this. While guessing Queen Liang's intention, An Yi quickly followed the female official to Kunning Palace. On the way, she met many palace servants. Although no one dared to come forward to ask, she looked at them again and again.

Queen Liang leaned against the window and squinted her eyes slightly to bask in the sun. The blue-purple blood vessels inside were revealed under her pale skin, and her voice was so low that she could hardly hear it: "I took the medicine that Dr. Xiao'an prescribed last time, and you're willing."

An Yi lowered her eyebrows and lowered her eyes and said that she could serve the Queen, and she was very happy and honored.
Chapter completed!