Prince Hua has not been back to the capital for more than ten years, and this time he will inevitably visit his old friends and enter the palace to meet the emperor. For a while, the Eagle Falcon Palace, which was originally deserted, was really lively for a few days.

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Den.

The prince waited in the small courtyard very early, and soon, Xue Ying, Tang Minfeng, Tang Qi, father and son, and the remaining more than ten of the prince's cronies arrived one after another.

"This is one of the fragments of the Jade Dragon Treasure Seal," the prince directly put the brocade bag that Ming Jie returned to him on the table, "Who volunteered to guard this treasure?"

Everyone was silent for a while, although they were the prince's cronies, but the place where the prince hid the treasure seal was only known to him and Emperor Shunhui, and now they are openly asking someone to keep it, I don't know what the plan is.

"Lord Wang, Master Yingtian has a place of retreat, which is very secret, you can try it. Snow Shadow said, not seeming to think much about it.

"Then you keep it. The prince handed the bag to Snow Shadow.

After some discussion, the court and the central government might be the one who was killed by heaven, and then the meeting was hastily dismissed.

Xue Ying was the last to leave, and only after everyone else had left did he speak: "Lord Wang, I know that you have never trusted Lingxi, in fact, her view of right and wrong is very clear, and she will definitely not be biased because Mr. Luo is her grandfather, and besides, I will not reveal half a point about your affairs with her." ”

The prince smiled: "I really don't worry about her, but I don't worry about you, you don't have to scruple about doing things." ”

Xue Ying immediately nodded happily, when he and Lingxi just returned to the palace, the prince was still on the way to escape, and when the prince came back, he almost couldn't wait to introduce: "Lord, she is Lingxi, my future daughter-in-law." ”

It's like feeling like a father.

The prince has always been keen, how could he not feel Xue Ying's feelings for him, his heart was actually moved. He has three children, one is about to quarrel with him if he can't say two words, and the other holds a grudge that makes him overwhelmed, although Jun Feng is worry-free, after all, he is not as good as Snow Shadow both civil and military - not to mention how he knows that this worry-free son is not far from causing trouble for him.

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"Dr. Hong, I'll get the medicine for sandalwood. Jun He entered the Hanging Pot Medical Hall, and he could already go to the backyard to find Hong Zhiyan with a familiar car.

Hong Zhiyan sat by the shelf pounding medicinal herbs, the sunlight shining on his side, leaving a beautiful shadow on the ground.

"Why did you come here in person?" he was a little curious.

"Actually, I want to ask you by the way, is it possible for Brother Yujun's martial arts to recover?"

"Martial arts...... Do you attach great importance to it?" Hong Zhiyan asked, he is a Langzhong, if he doesn't carry a medicine bag, more people think that he is a scholar who has no power to restrain the chicken.

"Huh?" Jun He was puzzled by his answer.

"It's nothing, Yujun's martial arts will be abolished because all his internal force meridians have been lost, and if his meridians are reorganized, he can still practice martial arts. Hong Zhiyan was still gentle and elegant, and smiled quietly and bitterly.

He had heard the story of her and Yujun tell Junfeng, and he was embarrassed to get involved in such a pair of hard-working mandarin ducks.

"It's just that I have to practice again......" Jun He was a little disappointed, but after all, it was much better than not being able to use force in the future.

The two sat for a while, and Jun He was about to get up to say goodbye, when suddenly there was another noise in the hospital.

Hong Zhiyan frowned and hurriedly rushed out.

Jun He hesitated slightly, and went out to understand the situation.

There are not many patients in the Hanging Pot Medical Hall today, and there are many people who watch the excitement like this.

There were a lot of chairs in the medical hall, but at this time, even the table was thrown aside, all the drawers on the medicine kitchen were thrown out, and the medicinal herbs were scattered all over the ground, not only that, but a bunch of vegetable leaves were thrown at the gate, and the inner hall was full of paper money.

Hong Zhiyan hired two Lang Zhong and ten family members, but they couldn't stop a big deal of trouble.

Seeing Hong Zhiyan, a woman in her early fifties immediately pounced over: "Doctor Hong, we just trust your medical skills to send patients to you, how can you only care about yourself to live a good life and delay my Pingping's life?"

Hong Zhiyan hurriedly flashed the beating of the woman, seeing that she was crying sadly, and couldn't help but want to help her.

Jun He stopped Hong Zhiyan, she knew that his behavior would not be what this woman said, if there was not any misunderstanding, or someone came to deliberately find trouble. In any case, you can't lie down first.

"It's all quiet!" Jun He rebuked in the loudest voice, "This palace is the emperor's own Qianrui county lord, you can tell this palace anything about it, and this palace will decide for you." ”

If this is among the nobles, everyone will naturally know that the county lord of Qianrui has obtained the true legend of the Eagle Falcon Detective, but it is only ordinary people who make trouble, and when they hear that it is the county lord, although they immediately kneel down and kowtow, they do not trust her very much.

Jun He just counted the people of this family, in addition to the talented woman, there were five men in their thirties and three women, and at the gate of the medical hall, a straw mat was spread, and the people on it were covered with a layer of white cloth.

"What the hell is going on? Jun He helped a chair and sat down, and a large piece of paint was thrown off the back of the chair.

It is estimated that Hong Zhiyan is going to rearrange, she thought to herself.

"Actually...... Hong Zhiyan also sat down next to her.

"County Lord, our Pingping has suffered from heart disease since she was a child, and we came here after hearing about Dr. Hong's medical skills!" the eldest woman interrupted him.

Junhe asked them to report their names one by one, and it turned out that the woman who had been talking was Pingping's grandmother, and the rest were her sons and daughters-in-law, including Pingping's parents.

"No matter how clever a doctor is, it is inevitable that there will be incurable diseases, so don't misunderstand Dr. Hong. Jun He said.

After seeing Pingping, Dr. Hong clearly said that the condition was not serious, as long as he came to him on time to get medicine and acupuncture, Pingping would be cured!"

"I was born with heart insufficiency, how can I get healed? Jun He looked at Hong Zhiyan with some doubts, his hands were restrained, and his face was tight.

"The county lord is wise! But the grass people's ancestors have been farming for generations, how do you know this? The price of the medicine prescribed by Dr. Hong is ridiculously higher than that of other places, but because he said that Pingping can be cured, we will pay for it by smashing the pot and selling iron. ”

"And then?"

"A few days ago, it was the day of Pingping's follow-up, but Dr. Hong was gone, and I found out what scenery he went to Luoyang to see. We also thought that it didn't matter a few days later, but Pingping couldn't do it, and went to see other doctors, they all said that Pingping's illness was hopeless from the beginning, and Dr. Hong's method of prescribing medicine and acupuncture was too fierce, and it was not the right symptom, and Pingping left a long time earlier!"

Jun He glanced at Hong Zhiyan suspiciously, and there was a helpless wry smile on his face.

Rao is like this, his body is still frank and open.

"What do you mean is that Dr. Hong deliberately prescribed the most expensive medicine to you, just to sell it for money, and also hastened Pingping's death?" Jun He asked, Hong Zhiyan hung an inscription of wonderful art and benevolence in the inner hall, and now it was mottled by fresh vegetable leaves.