Qilin son from a poor family, the son is unparalleled in the world Chapter 95 I hope the dust on the medicine shelf will not make people sick in the world
Chapter 95 I hope the dust on the medicine shelf will not make people sick in the world
Ye Qing After eating and drinking, Ye Qing returned to the bed and lay down, thinking about the files on the Chaotian Palace Purple Cauldron case.
He murmured:
"The confessions of one hundred and ninety-three people are without any irregularities or flaws. They are perfect."
"It happened to record the least and most important word test. There was a deviation, and the shadow guard told me."
Ye Qing turned over and lay on his right side. His slender fingers caressed the bandage of the wound on his left arm, feeling the slight sting, and continued:
"Both hands become fists, now left fist and right claw."
As he said that, he started to make gestures, also lying on the right side of a charred corpse, with his arms clasped in his arms.
The left hand forms a fist, close to the bed, and the right hand forms a claw, close to the left arm.
Ye Qing frowned slightly and said:
"Is it possible that when Master Ziyuan was about to die, he was holding something in his right hand and it was taken away by someone, so it changed from a fist to a claw?"
"But if that's the case, the shadow guard said that the earliest word test recorded that the hands formed fists."
"How could there be such obvious tampering in the testimonials of such a shocking case?"
thinking in mind.
Due to excessive blood loss, Ye Qing, whose physical strength had not yet recovered, slowly fell into a deep sleep.
It wasn't until the end of Youshi, when the sun had set and the bright moon was rising, that Ye Qing opened his eyes.
He took a deep breath, sat up and spread his arms, his face full of relief.
Having regained a lot of energy, he got out of bed, opened the door, and looked at the bright moon hanging in the sky.
The scimitar-like shape made Ye Qing freeze on the spot.
He murmured softly: "This month has not passed yet. These days are really like years."
rustle!
Ye Qing's ears moved slightly and he heard the sound of the medicine pestle grinding in the jar.
Ye Qing raised his eyes and saw Mr. Zai with his white hair, sitting in the middle of the courtyard, holding a stone pestle as thick as his arm, twisting in a medicine jar.
He walked up slowly and said softly:
"Aren't you busy today?"
Mr. Zai was focused on nothing else. He looked at the medicine jar and said seriously:
"It's good to stop being busy. If you're not busy, it proves that no one in the neighborhood is sick."
Ye Qing, who was moved in his heart, said: "I hope the dust on the medicine shelf will not make people in the world sick."
Zai Zong showed admiration in his eyes. He still stared at the medicine jar and said in admiration:
"I hope the medicine shelves will gather dust and prevent people from getting sick in the world. What a poem, what a poem. It vividly explains the benevolence of doctors."
"As soon as tomorrow comes, I'll find someone to make a couplet and hang it at the door of my hospital."
"You brat, tell me how you have such a brain. It would be hard for others to come up with these beautiful lines even after they have pondered and pondered all their lives."
"Just open your mouth and drink it, just like drinking water."
When the voice fell.
The Prime Minister's hand stopped, and the rather peaceful rustling sound dissipated into the dark night.
He looked up at Ye Qing, who was still pale, with a complicated meaning in his eyes.
Seeing Ye Qing coming over, he quickly helped him collect the powder in the medicine jar. His eyes became more complicated and he said with concern:
"Stop working, there's some food left in the kitchen, go and eat it."
Ye Qing nodded and said: "Okay, I'll go eat!"
He said this without pausing his hands. After finishing his work, he clapped his hands and walked towards the kitchen.
Mr. Zai stroked his beard and looked at Ye Qing's back. When he squatted at the door and put rice into his mouth, he murmured:
"Would you like to help the brat?"
after awhile.
Seeing Ye Qing getting up to put away the dishes, he was startled in his trance, and with a strong movement of his hand, several gray beards appeared in his hand.
He grinned and rubbed his chin, looked at his shiny white beard distressedly, and said firmly:
"After all, I am his eldest brother. If the brat dies early, I can't just die in the same year, month and day, right?"
"Old man, I have a strong body and ten years to live, so I can't die with him so early."
Having made up his mind, Mr. Zai waved the white beard in his hand.
After finishing his meal, Ye Qing said hello to Mr. Zai and headed towards Zuixiang Pavilion.
Private room on the third floor of Zuixiang Pavilion.
Shangguan Lanxi looked under the window curtain with apricot eyes full of curiosity.
The dancing girl with graceful figure and naked body made her cheeks turn red, and she looked at it shyly and curiously.
Seeing Shangguan Lanxi's appearance, Mo Wanqing stepped forward and covered his eyes with her hands.
"Don't look at it anymore."
The cold voice made Shangguan Lanxi spit out her red tongue, pull out Mo Wanqing's hand, grab the other person's hand, shake it and say coquettishly:
"Wanqing, haven't you seen this before?"
Mo Wanqing was helpless and lovingly poked the other person's smooth forehead.
Then, Shangguan Lanxi, who was exhausted, thought that Zhang Xiuran would not give him some beautiful young lady to play with her at night, so he came close to Mo Wanqing's ear and exhaled like a blue breath:
"Wanqing, Zhang Xiuran has lived here for so long. He is good-looking and rich. There are so many beautiful people here. Can you rest assured?"
Mo Wanqing had a murderous intention in her eyes, but in the end she said helplessly:
"Aren't all men like this?"
Shangguan Lanxi, who also fell silent, said longingly after a few breaths:
"I just want to find someone who will be loyal to me and grow old together."
Looking at the innocent Shangguan Lanxi, Mo Wanqing's eyes flashed.
After a while, she reached out her hand, rubbed his head, and asked, "What do you think of him?"
Shangguan Lanxi knew who Mo Wanqing was asking about.
The scene of meeting Ye Qing yesterday came to mind.
She pinched the light green silk hanging on her arm and said extremely seriously:
"Lanxi is full of flowers and flowers in spring, and carps come to the beach in the afternoon."
"Wanqing, this is a poem I overheard written by him yesterday when I first arrived and we didn't know each other."
"Look, is this destiny?"
"Wanqing, what happened yesterday was the most exciting and thrilling thing I have ever experienced in so many years."
"No matter what he thinks, even if it is my wishful thinking, this may not be what I hope it will be."
"But at this moment, for this thrilling moment, I am willing to give more sincerity."
"Whether it's against the family or rebellion, at this moment, I just want peace of mind!"
Peace of mind...
With these last two words of incomparable certainty, all the persuasion that Mo Wanqing had in mind disappeared at this moment.
She just stretched out her hand, gently touched Shangguan Lanxi's delicate face, and said extremely seriously:
"I, Mo Wanqing, will accompany Shangguan Lanxi to be impulsive this time."
Shangguan Lanxi with a smile on its face is like a beautiful hibiscus suddenly blooming in a garden where thousands of flowers have withered in winter.
Qi Heng was stunned. After two breaths, he quickly moved his eyes away, and finally turned around.
Zhang Xiuran looked at Shangguan Lanxi who was smiling with astonishment, and said sincerely:
"This little girl is really naturally beautiful, just a little bit worse than my Wanqing."
Boom!
"Master Zhang, Ye Qing wants to see you!"
The mistress's voice sounded outside the door.
Qi Heng glanced at Zhang Xiuran, then quickly stepped forward, opened the door, clasped his fists and bowed towards Ye Qing, saying:
"Master Ye, please come inside."
Because of everything that happened yesterday, Ye Qing completely gained Qi Heng's respect.
Ye Qing looked at the expressionless Qi Heng. The sincerity in his eyes made him smile gently, bowed towards Qi Heng and said:
"Brother Qi, I can't accept your invitation."
"If you have time, would you like to teach me Kung Fu?"
Qi Heng, who rarely smiled, had a stiff smile and responded without hesitation:
"become!"
Then, he stepped aside to get out of the way, signaling Ye Qing to hurry in.
The mountain water silver fan flapped slightly. Zhang Xiuran, who was sitting lazily on the wooden couch, looked playfully at Ye Qing who was walking towards him, and his eyes inadvertently glanced at Ye Qing's slightly bulging left arm.
When Ye Qing came over, he didn't say anything. He closed his Shanshui Silver Fan and pointed to his side.
Starry eyes kept staring at the silver fan of Shanshui. It was not until he sat down that Ye Qing withdrew his gaze, poured tea for Zhang Xiuran, and got straight to the point:
"What happened last night, someone told me that your second brother was not the only one who dealt with you, there was also another force."
Zhang Xiuran's pupils shrank, he didn't speak, and he still looked that lazy.
Seeing this, Ye Qing continued: "The man said that if you want to know who the other party is, just use a stone in exchange."
Zhang Xiuran, who had a sharp look in his eyes, straightened up and was sitting on the couch, looking at Ye Qing and asked: