Chapter 11

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date="2021-09-03"

title="Chapter 11"

weight="134502"

series = ["The Tyrant’s Beloved Empress"]

mode = "manual"

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When an Changqing came out of the hospital, she almost thought she was living again, and she was too suspicious. In fact, her last birth mother really died of illness, and there was no strange plot behind it.

He went to several famous medical clinics in Beijing and got nothing. An Changqing sat in the carriage for a while and thought that since he had come, he still had to finish the trip, so he said to the coachman, "go to Yongle Lane."

Yongle Lane is the most remote alley in Xifang City, and the last hospital that an Changqing is looking for is hidden in the alley.

This hospital is much smaller than the previous ones, and it mostly treats some ordinary people. according to an Changqing, this hospital does not even have a proper name, but there is only a doctor with a strange temper, but have heard that the doctor is very skillful, but all the patients he has treated have been cured.

When the carriage came to the entrance of Yongle Lane, it stopped. The alley is extremely narrow, with residential houses on both sides, the street is almost sunless because of the back sun, there are withered grass roots in the cracks on both sides of the bluestone, and there is a faint smell of rotten mildew in the air.

"Princess, the carriage can't get in." Anfu went down to have a look and hesitated, "is there really a hospital in here?"

Without him, the alley looked very dilapidated, with short faces and mottled walls on both sides of the houses. Even if the general hospital is not in the street, it can not be hidden in this alley, it looks like panic, where does anyone dare to see a doctor?

An Changqing was also a little hesitant, but thinking that he had all come, he was not short of these steps. He got out of the carriage and said, "go in and have a look first."

The car door was waiting at the entrance of the alley, and an Changqing went in with Anfu.

When the two men went to the end of the alley, they saw that there was a door, and over the mottled door hung a piece of white cloth with the words "Medical Center" written in ink.

I really don't even have a real name.

Anfu hurriedly knocked on the door. The alley was quiet and echoed. Anfu knocked several times, but no one answered the door. On the contrary, the old red lacquer wood door creaked and opened half of it. Anfu was startled and looked back at an Changqing at a loss.

"go in and have a look." An Changqing frowned slightly and walked past him.

It is not big inside, a small courtyard, there are no flowers and plants, but a lot of herbs growing in winter, and then there is the lobby for sitting and consultation. An Changqing raised her voice and asked again, "is anyone there, please?"

The voice fell for half a moment before a lazy voice came out of nowhere: "who is it?" I have a rest today without seeing a doctor. "

An Changqing gave up her hand and said politely, "it won't take up too much of my husband's time. I'll just ask him to see a prescription."

A middle-aged man with an unshaven beard poked out from the back of the medicine cabinet in the lobby. he held out a slap, shook the pros and cons, and said slowly, "I can show you. I'll give you ten taels of silver first."

Anfu is dissatisfied: "even the doctor of Derentang dare not charge this price!"

"too expensive?" The middle-aged man chuckled and said, "then why don't you just go to Derentang?" Rich people see a doctor here, all at this price! Whether you love it or not! "

Anfu choked and flushed and glared at him.

On the contrary, an Changqing's face remained the same, took out ten taels of silver and walked over, put the prescription on the counter and said, "Please have a look, sir."

The middle-aged man turned his head casually, and when he saw an Changqing's face, his eyes flashed slightly, turned his wheelchair and came out from behind the medicine cabinet and looked at an Changqing impolitely.

An Changqing frowned slightly and said patiently, "Sir?"

The middle-aged man looked back, glanced at the prescription and grinned: "No silver, you asked me to draw a portrait."

"Sir, don't joke." An Changqing frowned even tighter, and when she came, she knew that the doctor was eccentric and that he had been prepared, but now the request made by this man was really too rude.

He was about to refuse, but he said, "No one can see the problem with your prescription, can you?"

An Changqing had a meal: ". Yes. "

"you asked me to draw a picture. I'll tell you how to detoxify it. " The middle-aged man knocked on the table, fixed his eyes on his face and never left.

"detoxification? Is this prescription really poisonous? " An Changqing was startled and turned pale at first.

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

An Changqing took a deep breath, thinking that her mother was physically important, bit her cheek and meat, and asked, "what are you going to do with my portrait, sir?"

"Collection, of course." He smiled and said, "I've always loved to collect pictures of beauties. I don't see many people who are as good-looking as a little boy."

An Changqing lowered her eyes to consider a few points, thinking that the previous medical clinics all said that there was no problem with the prescription, so she could only gnash her teeth and say, "first tell me what's going on with this prescription."

The middle-aged man turned his wheelchair, walked around the counter to his side, approached an Changqing and sniffed it carefully. "there's nothing wrong with this prescription," he said. "

An Changqing was about to change his face, but he said, "but if you match the fragrance of a thousand brocade flowers on your body, it will become a poison." Where have you been these three days? "

"Thousand heavy brocade?" An Changqing recalled that she thought of the unknown flowers that bloomed very well in the winter at the back of Hongyuan: "is it a lilac, six-petal flower with a stem about two feet high?" Blossom all the year round? "

"not bad." The middle-aged man said, "the name of Qianzhong brocade is flower, but it is actually medicine." There is a medicine in this prescription, which is in conflict with the medicine of Qianzhongjin. It does not appear on weekdays, but if the medicinal properties increase when Qianzhongjin blossoms, and the person taking the medicine smells the fragrance of the flowers or comes into contact with pollen, it will increase the toxicity. The medicinal properties of Qianzhongjin are rarely known, and ordinary people will only think that they are other diseases. "

An Changqing thought of going back to the prime minister's mansion, and the piece of Qianzhong brocade behind Hongyuan was really very good. This kind of flower was planted everywhere in the prime minister's mansion, and he only thought that an Zhike or Li liked it, but he did not think that there was still a chance to kill it.

I just don't know who did it. An Zhike knows or not.

The fingers hanging on his side were slightly clenched, and an Changqing tried her best to calm down and calmly said, "is there any way to treat it, sir?"

"of course there is." The middle-aged man said, "but first let me finish the portrait."

This time an Changqing did not twist any more. Now that he has mentioned the problem with the prescription, he more or less knows how to detoxify it. It is naturally much more important to detoxify the birth mother than to draw a portrait.

"good." An Changqing said briskly, "where do you want to draw, sir?" Can you go back with me for a few days after painting? if you can cure my mother's illness, thank you very much. "

The middle-aged man waved his hand and said, "shut up and sit in the courtyard."

"." An Changqing had to sit down on the chair in the courtyard. The man took out a small bronze bell from his sleeve and rang it, and soon a child sent his painting tools over. The man stopped talking and seriously painted the portrait of an Changqing.

This picture has been painted for nearly half an hour. It was cold in winter, and the yard was open, and the cold wind was whistling. An Changqing didn't even have a hand stove to warm his hands. By the time the portrait was finished, he was already pale with cold.

As soon as the man stopped writing, Anfu quickly stuffed the stove into his arms. An Changqing's teeth trembled up and down and said, "Sir, can you come back with me?"

The man was about to answer when he suddenly changed his face and stepped back in his wheelchair: "what are you doing here?"

This was obviously not said to an Changqing. An Changqing looked back strangely and saw a familiar tall figure coming over the door.

Xiao Zhige was also stupefied when he saw him. When he saw his hands purple with cold, his eyes solidified, then he took off his cloak and naturally put it on him: "go out and wear more."

With his body temperature still on the coat, an Changqing shrank her neck, rubbed her face against the hairy collar of the coat, and sounded "mm-hmm" with a nasal sound.

The middle-aged man opened his mouth like a ghost, looked at Xiao Zhige and looked at an Changqing, his eyes were almost staring off, muttered a few times, and said aloud, "do you two know each other?"

"an Changqing, my princess."

"Hu Shifei is the military doctor of Yun's army."

Xiao Zhige briefly introduced the two people, and his eyes fell on the painting that had not yet come and put away, and suddenly squinted and said, "what is this?"

Hu Shifei quickly wanted to close the painting, but he was a step behind. Xiao Zhige cut off the Hu and snatched the painting into his hands.

"do you still know how to paint?" Xiao Zhige took a close look at the painting, looked coldly at Hu Shifei, and his voice was very heavy. People who were familiar with his temperament, such as Hu Shifei, immediately recognized that this man was angry.

But he still didn't give up trying to fight for it: "the consultation fee given to me by the princess." When he went to see an Changqing, he winked hard and said politely, "what do you think, princess?"

An Changqing rolled her eyes, glanced at the man beside her, blinked innocently at him, smiled but said nothing.

Hu Shifei pulled a face: "then I won't look."

Xiao Zhige gave him an expressionless look, put away the portrait properly, and said to the door, "Iron Tiger."

There was a strong response from outside the door, and a big man as sturdy as an iron tower came in and waited for orders: "General."No, no, no."

"take the man away." Xiao Zhige's chin slightly, Tiehu immediately understood, strode over, Hu Shifei with a chair together to pick up and go out, mouth also smiled politely: "Hu Junyi, the general has orders, you take care of ah."

Hu Shifei: "…" Bah!

An Changqing was dumbfounded and looked at Xiao Zhige's overbearing kidnapping of people. After responding, she whispered, "is that all right?"

Xiao Zhige looked down at him, closed him up, and said, "he owes me a favor."

After a meal, he added, "tell me next time."

An Changqing did not react and was led forward by him for a few steps before he gradually realized that this man was saying that he would tell him something next time. Then he thought that this man had come back from the big camp outside the city and came here to kidnap people instead of returning to the royal mansion, mostly because he was worried about his mother's illness and was ready to come and invite Hu.

When his heart warmed up, an Changqing held his hand and followed him with bent eyebrows: "next time I will tell you first."

The author has something to say: pussy (tangled): is the portrait framed for hanging in the study or collected?

…… In two quarters of an hour.

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