The timeline of the mortal realm is drawn to March of the sixth year of the Great Tomorrow's Apocalypse, what a desperate era it is! The devastated grass and mustard people are in stark contrast to the pampered dignitaries, but they have one thing in common, that is, they have ushered in the common evil star of their lives - nine thousand years old!

There was an aura of terror throughout the capital. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info9,000-year-old Wei Zhongxian sent the Dongchang guards to investigate everywhere and loot the people's fat and cream.

After the New Year, disaster came as promised.

The arrest personnel of the East Factory were rampant, and all the places they visited, regardless of whether the situation was false or real, were all in order. Cousin Li Chengen, the son of the eldest princess of Ning'an, had utensils given by the princess in his home, and Wei Zhongxian falsely accused him of stealing forbidden items such as Chengyu clothing and sentenced him to death. When Wu Huaixian read Yang Lian's recital, he high-fived and praised, and the house slave denounced him, but Huaixian was killed and his home was raided. Wu Ben Jiang Yingyang sued Xiong Tingbi and was immediately executed. Occasionally, the folk words offended Wei Zhongxian, and they were arrested and killed, and even skinned and tongues cut, and the number of people killed was innumerable.

Chongguo Mansion, Chongguo Duke An Gang returned from the western suburbs to Wei Zhongxian to supervise the construction of the "Ancestral Hall".

The so-called "ancestral hall", as the name suggests, is to build an ancestral hall for the living. Wei Zhongxian used terror to suppress the opposition in the court. Since the trend of the Jiansheng Ancestral Hall has passed, in order to save their lives, hundreds of officials have bought land and paid out of their own pockets to Wei Zhongxian Jiansheng Ancestral Hall, and the statue of Wei Zhongxian, who is nine thousand years old.

Wei Zhongxian judged who was his own person and who was not his own person by whether he built a shrine for himself. If you are recognized by 9,000 years old as not your own, there will be a danger of extinction in an instant.

Chongguo Gong spent money to build a living shrine, as if he had just given himself an insurance, but his only son, Wang Zhizheng, couldn't afford to be sick, lingering on the sickbed, and his life was on the verge of death.

Chongguo Gong was heartbroken and offered a reward to the doctor, and if he could cure his beloved son's illness, he did not hesitate to donate all his family property as a reward. Seeing that Wang Zhizheng's illness was getting worse day by day, Chongguo Gong shook his head and sighed, secretly hurting himself.

When I returned to the house that day, I first saw my seriously ill son, and the imperial doctor was full of sadness. Mrs. Xie was even more distressed.

The entire Chongguo Mansion was immersed in mourning.

Chongguo Gong looked at his son who couldn't see any improvement, dragged the imperial doctor over, and said anxiously: "Imperial Doctor Zhang, do you see if the dog's illness has changed?"

Imperial Physician Zhang sighed, grabbed Chongguo Gong's sleeve and comforted: "Lord Guogong, the prince's illness, the old minister is really lacking in skills. ”

Chongguo Gong burst into tears and sighed: "My Wang An has been honest all his life, although the dog is usually naughty and stubborn, but he has never hurt anyone, how could he end up like this, if it is really the sky that wants to kill my Wang family, come to my Wang An." ”

Imperial Physician Zhang comforted: "Lord Guogong is still in the prime of life, there can be another heir, the body is important, don't be overly sad, take care of your body." Then he looked at the depressed Chongguo Gong, and when he didn't speak, he was about to turn around and say goodbye.

Before leaving, he pulled the prince of Chongguo: "It's time to prepare for the prince." ”

After all, Wang An is a palace nobleman, although the blow is huge at this time, he still gradually calmed down from his grief and ordered his subordinates to Zhang Luo Wang Zhizheng's future.

Just as Chongguo Gong was sitting in the hall and secretly hurt himself, suddenly the little man outside the door came to report, saying that there was a person, who claimed to be Lang Zhong, who had come here from the south to practice medicine, heard that the prince of the house was terminally ill, and decided to come and try it to see if he could return to heaven.

Chongguo Gong was already in chaos at this moment, so he simply regarded the dead horse as a live horse doctor, and scolded his subordinates: "Confused things, then what else is there to report, hurry up and invite in!"

The subordinate hurried to the door, only to see a white-bearded, eighty or ninety years old, with a childish face, followed by two sixteen or seventeen-year-old boys standing at the door, one of the two teenagers supporting the old gentleman, the other carrying the medicine box.

Chongguo Gong quickly caught up, helped the old man, and bowed to the ground: "The divine doctor is on top to save my son's life! If you can cure the dog, you are willing to give away all the family property!"

The old man waved his hand: "Guogong, please get up quickly, where is your son, take me to see it!"

Chongguo Gong led the way in front, and soon arrived at Wang Zhizheng's sickbed, only to see Wang Zhizheng unconscious, his lips were as white as paper, his whole body was trembling, his sick bones were fragmented, his closed eyes were dark and blue, his face was like white paper, and his cheekbones were bulging. His mother was crying secretly. The smell of herbs fills the room.

"This is the righteousness of the dog king. Chongguo Gong looked at the young man on the sickbed with a worried face, and said cautiously.

The old man didn't say a word, walked straight over, sat at the head of the bed, stretched out his right middle finger and index finger to hold Wang Zhizheng's skinny wrist, squinting his eyes and his face sinking like water.

When taking the pulse, it was like an old monk entering the meditation, without saying a word, Chongguo Gong knew that the old man was judging the child's illness, and he didn't dare to speak, just waited anxiously on the side.

After taking the pulse, Chongguo and his wife hurriedly invited the old man to the study to sit down. Chongguo Gong asked anxiously: "Old man, dare to ask the dog if there is a turnaround?"

The old man thought about it and didn't speak, Chongguo Gong was anxious, and when he saw that the old man didn't speak, he couldn't control it, so he asked again.

The old man's face sank like water, raised his eyes and stared at Chongguo Gong without saying a word. Chongguo Gong is getting more and more anxious!

The old man thought for a while before he said slowly: "The old man can only say that this disease can be cured, whether it is good or not, it can only depend on the creation of your son." I'll prescribe a few pairs of elixir, you send someone to catch it, tonight I will keep vigil for your son, if your son can survive this night, he should be able to wake up tomorrow morning, if he can't survive tonight, maybe the prince will be in the next day (note: Yi Huang refers to the removal of the body after the death of a person). So please be mentally prepared for the old man, and the old man can only do his best to obey the destiny of heaven!"

When Chongguo Gong heard the hope, he suddenly seemed to grasp a life-saving straw, and begged: "Divine doctor, please be sure to save the child's life." If the dog can recover, I will definitely serve as a cow and a horse to serve the divine doctor. ”

The old man nodded, stopped talking nonsense, turned his head to one of the young men and said, "Zhou Gong bring the pen, and the old man will prescribe medicine for this son." ”

The young man named Zhou Gong was interrupted by Chongguo Gong before he got the pen and paper.

Immediately, Chongguo Gong held the paper in both hands: "Divine doctor, the paper has already been prepared, please ask the divine doctor to prescribe medicine!"

The old gentleman was not polite, he took the pen and paper directly, wrote the prescription with a stroke of the pen, and handed it to Chongguo Gong. Chongguo Gong took the prescription as if he had obtained a treasure, handed it to the servants around him, and instructed him: "You must catch the medicine back and boil it as quickly as possible!"