The rain poured down, like the sky tearing a hole. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoOccasionally, lightning cleaved the sky, suddenly illuminating the vast expanse of the land. A few dark shadows passed through the night, dexterous and silent, slowly approaching an ancient mansion in a remote mountainous area.

The ancient house is surrounded by plains, and it is difficult to find a view of the situation inside the ancient house, and from the outside world, it is just an empty house, floating in the wind and rain.

Lightning struck, illuminating the darkness of countless black-clothed people, who surrounded the ancient mansion layer by layer. The black-clothed man in the lead remained motionless, slowly pulled out the sword on his waist, the snow was bright and white, and raised his hand to make a gesture.

The people in black waited for an opportunity to move, and in an instant, they were like the wind, hiding in the darkness.

"Ahh

The rain fell silently, and only the smell of blood diffused in the air slowly intensified.

Spring has come, everything is recovering, and the spring is cold.

An Ning watched cautiously as Liu Niang took the soup Gu off the stove and reached out to remove the lid.

Liu Niang raised her hand and patted her, "Miss, be careful of burning." It was too late, Yang Xi's hand was burned and instantly recovered.

In fact, it didn't hurt that much, Yang Xi felt that his skin was rough and thick after practicing martial arts for a long time, but he consciously put his hand to his ear and pretended to be in pain, "It's so hot." ”

Liu Niang smiled helplessly, took An Ning's hand and looked at it, and was relieved to see that it was only a little red.

Liu Niang is a person who is good at medicine and food found by Qiao's house, and once served Mrs. Qiao's family. Later, when she got married, her husband's family encountered a flood, and the whole family was gone, so she returned to Qiao's mansion alone.

has no worries, has pharmacology and food management skills, and is a woman who knows martial arts, and is the most suitable to take care of the queen's diet.

Aunt Lian was also very polite to her, which shows that Liu Niang is not simple.

Waiting for the soup Gu to cool down, Yang Xi took the lead in snatching the spoon from Liu Niang's hand, blowing it by himself, and slowly took a sip.

It tasted delicious, and it was the fish she had caught from the backyard pond today.

The two of them walked out of the kitchen while talking and laughing with Tang Gu, it was raining heavily outside, and the rain falling from the eaves formed a curtain of water.

The palace people came forward to play umbrellas, fortunately, at the beginning of the establishment of the ancient house, the corridors extended in all directions, and without a few drops of rain, they arrived at the courtyard where the queen lived.

The yard was full of cypresses, and a few little maids were busy closing the windows. Yang Xi took off his outer robe, changed his shoes, and walked into the inner room.

Queen Qiao Hui knelt in front of the dresser, wearing only a very plain dress, wrapped in a fluffy robe, without a piece of jewelry and hairpins on her body, no heavy makeup, and full of prosperity, just like a woman living in a deep house, gentle and elegant.

Aunt Lian was kneeling behind her and brushing her hair.

This is not a palace, but a remote house of Qiao's family, which is nearly a thousand miles away from Jindu, in the territory of Jiacheng, with beautiful scenery and pleasant climate.

The whole ancient house is built near the mountain, the mountain road is narrow, the terrain is high, the surrounding jungle is deep, it is difficult to peep from the outside, easy to defend and difficult to attack.

Yang Xi instructed everyone to call the queen mother Mrs. or Mrs. Qiao, and call herself Miss Qiao, as if she was a distant relative of the Qiao family to recuperate here. If you encounter an unexpected visitor, you will be treated respectfully, and then you will be sent away respectfully.

The people in the ancient house have a clear division of labor and are heavily guarded, if there is no handwritten warrant from Mama Fang or Aunt Lian, it will be difficult for the people in the inner house to get out of the door.

And the woman who lives in the palace is no longer the real queen mother.

Dong Jingyi stomped his feet at the door, walked into the house, and nagged as he walked: "It's raining again, and my grass garden is about to be flooded." He said to the servant who was following him, "Hurry up and find some flower pots, and plant all the herbs I have planted in the pots, especially those ......."

After giving all kinds of instructions, Dong Jingyi turned around, and seemed to see a group of people in the house, and he didn't salute, so he walked up to the queen with a big grin, stretched out his hand and prepared to take the pulse.

Aunt Lian seemed to have become accustomed to it, and took out a warm wet handkerchief: "Master Dong, wipe your hands first." ”

Dong Jingyi seemed to have just reacted, took the handkerchief and wiped his hands carefully, only then did he concentrate, his fingers clasped the queen's wrist, and the whole person's temperament was extremely calm because of concentration.

I have to say that Dong Jingyi is indeed a miracle doctor.

The medical skills of partial and miscellaneous diseases have not been in the mainstream, so at the feet of the Son of Heaven in Jindu, Dong Jingyi is not famous, and when he came out of Jindu, gradually some people came to him, and Yang Xi knew that he had been praised as "Mr. Miaochun".

Since he was a child, in addition to eating and going to the toilet, reading and reading, he has studied medicine. From the age of five, he learned to distinguish herbs, at the age of six, he could take the pulse and listen to the heart sounds, at the age of seven he knew how to poison, at the age of eight he knew how to detoxify, and at the age of nine, he could know the pathology by observing his disease. The Dong family spent all their efforts on him alone to cultivate this century-old genius, and when he was twelve years old, someone erected a merit monument for him.

All kinds of incurable diseases, he said that he can cure them, and he can cure them, but he said that he can't cure them, that is, he can't go back to heaven even if he asks for them.

His fetish is also very peculiar, he himself is handsome, and he has been praised for his good looks since he was a child, and he naturally likes beautiful things very much. On the contrary, he has a great aversion to ugly things, and if the patient is too ugly, he does not like to be cured. Dong Jingyi doesn't know firewood, rice, oil and salt, he was born to be the master of food and clothes to stretch out his hand, and there are ten people who are arranged by Aunt Lian to serve him, five of whom are specially designed to run errands for him and manage herbs, all of them are carefully selected and have outstanding appearances.

"Today's pulse is stable, drink it according to the prescription for another day, and I will prescribe a new prescription tomorrow." As he spoke, he wrote on the medical case with the pen, ink, paper and inkstone handed over by his subordinates, and his handwriting was also very beautiful, as delicate as flowing water.

The medical case plus 800 miles of rapid travel, sent to Jindu, and presented to the imperial case.

In order to let Dong Jingyi seriously treat his mother, Yang Xi put an end to all contact between him and the outside world, and even set aside a large piece of land in the house for him, he planted whatever he wanted, and if he wanted to test the poison, he would find someone to test the poison for him, so as to prevent him from being bored.

And Dong Jingyi's favorite is Yang Xi.

Some people are born without reverence for imperial power, in Dong Jingyi's concept, Yang Xi is the little palace maid who makes medicine for him, so even if other people in the ancient mansion are respectful to Yang Xi, Dong Jingyi still treats her as the palace maid next to the queen.

Yang Xi didn't bother to say anything, and only told him that his name was Anning.

Dong Jingyi finished the work at hand and smelled the air: "Liu Niang made fish soup today." Liu Niang smiled and stepped forward to put the soup Gu: "Lord Dong's nose is really smart." ”

The queen was still sitting quietly in front of the dresser, Liu Niang held the queen with one hand, and held the bowl with the other: "Madam, come and drink some fish soup." Qiao Hui's eyes fell on Liu Niang, and it seemed to react after a long time, leaning back slightly, leaning on Liu Niang's arm.

Liu Niang picked up the queen lightly and put her on the soft couch, and the bowl in one hand was steady, without spilling a drop.

Dong Jingyi didn't care, and gave a bowl of soup to An Ning: "Drink more, it's good for your body." Yang Xi was as good as a stream, took the bowl, his eyes still fell on the queen, and when he saw that Aunt Lian fed the queen a mouthful of soup, he lowered his head and drank it himself.

In the second half of the night, the rain became heavier and heavier, and there were already potholes of water in front of the hall. The spring rain in Jiacheng is very long, and it can rain for three or four days before it clears.

An Ning went back to her courtyard to bathe and change clothes, and sat in front of the windowsill by drying her hair. Dong Jingyi prescribed her all kinds of prescriptions to take a bath like a nesting female bird, and she didn't know if it had any effect, but she felt that her skin was much better.

She slowly stretched out her hand, and the wind came in and the rain came in, and the cold fell on the palm of her hand.

Tang Meiren, it's time to give birth.