Mu Yunfeng went to the palace again, firstly, because the medicine for the Queen Mother was about to run out, and secondly, he wanted to ask about the thousand-year-old snow ginseng. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Your Majesty, the medical saint is here." Shen Chong, the chief eunuch, said unhurriedly. He understood that at this time, no matter what Emperor Wu was doing in the study, as long as Mu Yunfeng came, he would definitely go to see him.

"Okay, let him in!" Zong Zheng Qingren opened his mouth, and a slender jade hand next to him brought the peeled grapes to his mouth. The sweetness of his mouth made him squint his eyes with pleasure.

His scabbard-like face, high nose bridge, and thin but closed lips showed a bit of coolness. He is just 26 years old, and he has been in power for more than four years. The country has been stable for a long time, the people are rich, and in this regard, he considers himself a good emperor.

He then waved his hand and let the serving Concubine Li retreat.

Mu Yunfeng was walking inside, not paying any attention to the woman who hurriedly walked by, and a trace of resentment flashed in his eyes. He was only thinking about how to open his mouth to tell the suspicious emperor.

Concubine Li is twenty years old, and it has been four years since she entered the palace, and she has never been pregnant. It took three months before the emperor summoned her to bed, but she was mixed up by the so-called medical saint, which made her beautiful face slightly distorted.

Mu Yunfeng followed Chief Shen to the Rende Palace, and the Martial Emperor leaned on the step, looking like he was resting.

"Your Majesty, the Doctor has arrived." Chief Manager Shen came to Zongzheng Qingren and whispered.

"You're here!" Zong Zheng Qingren slowly opened his eyes, smiled slightly, and continued: "It's rare that you take the initiative to come, is there something wrong?" ”

"The Queen Mother's pills should be almost finished, so I have prepared some more." Mu Yunfeng replied neither humbly nor arrogantly, he looked at the Martial Emperor's smiling eyes, and continued: "Her sick body has been recuperated for a while, and she can change the prescription, which will be better for her health." ”

"You bother," Zongzheng Qingren sat up straight, motioned to Chief Shen to sit down for him, and when he saw Mu Yunfeng sitting down, he continued: "Your medical skills, I can trust you the most, just look at the matter of changing the prescription." ”

"Emperor Wu, there is still a medicinal herb, I can't find it for the time being." Mu Yunfeng carefully checked the other party's face, he asked for something for the first time, so he was very cautious.

"What kind of medicinal materials, even the medical saint can't find them, let's listen to them." Emperor Wu's eyes flickered, and the light flashed inside, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"If a thousand-year-old snow ginseng is used as medicine, the Queen Mother's illness will be cured, and there will be a seventy percent chance of winning." Mu Yunfeng finally said it, and he thought twice. He had seen that thousand-year-old snow ginseng, as thick and long as a baby's arm, and with many roots. He believed that when dispensing medicine, he used a part of it to give Luo Fan, so that people could not know it. However, Zong Zhengqing is benevolent and thoughtful, and he does not say everything about his chances of winning.

"This ......"

Sure enough, Emperor Wu didn't answer immediately. He stared at Mu Yunfeng, showed a gentle smile, and then said, "Have you thought about what I told you last time?" ”

Mu Yunfeng's heart sank, there were no emotional ups and downs on the surface, and he said unhurriedly: "Your Majesty knows that Yunfeng Xianyun Yehe's heart is indeed not a good match for a princess, and Emperor Wu will think twice." ”

Zong Zheng Qingren was still smiling, as if he knew that he would answer like this, he pinched a peeled grape from the side, put it in his mouth, tasted the taste, and then instructed the chief manager Shen next to him: "Pick some grapes from the Imperial Garden for Yunfeng, remember to ask for the best." ”

"Yes, Your Majesty, rest assured, they must all be the best." Manager Shen replied with a smile, and then walked out of the Rende Hall with his waist bowed.

"Thank you Emperor Wu, that Yunfeng has taken his leave." Mu Yunfeng knew that it was useless to say more, and when he saw Zong Zheng Qingren continuing to pinch the grapes and put them in his mouth, he bowed his head slightly, ready to leave.

"Yunfeng," Zongzheng Qingren suddenly spoke, making Mu Yunfeng's figure pause slightly, and he continued: "Just use some roots, don't take more." ”

Mu Yunfeng was secretly happy in his heart, but his expression was still faint, and after he turned around and nodded slightly to the Martial Emperor, he walked out of the Rende Palace.

Zong Zheng Qingren frowned slightly, this feeling of not being controlled by himself was very bad. In this Great Martial Saint Dynasty, who can be so arrogant in front of him, I am afraid that Mu Yunfeng will be the second, and no one will be able to call the first. But who made him a medical saint, thinking of the Queen Mother, thinking of himself, Zongzheng Qingren's brows relaxed.

Money, honor, and status are all at the pinnacle, he is the martial emperor of the Great Martial Saint Dynasty, what he can't get. But birth, old age, sickness and death are the shackles of life, and in front of him, even he is no different from ordinary people. Therefore, he must not lose the assistance of the medical saint. Think about the Taiyi Gate in the palace, the itchy roots of his teeth that he really hates, a group of rice buckets.

Mu Yunfeng is a person outside the world, he has no official title in the imperial court, and even the mansion is not given by him. So far, how many intractable diseases have been rejuvenated in his hands. Even the Queen Mother's near-death danger was well resolved by him. Therefore, in desperation, Zongzheng Qingren had no choice but to give him the title of "Medical Saint" as a reward. In fact, everyone in the world calls Mu Yunfeng the Holy Hand Divine Doctor, so Zongzheng Qingren is just pushing the boat along the river.

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to be a close relative, as long as you use it for me." Zongzheng Qingren's gloomy eyes stared at the distant back and muttered softly, and continued to pinch the grapes and put them in his mouth. Then, as if he thought of something, he waved his hand slightly, and a secret guard appeared in front of him in an instant.

"Go and find out who the medical saint brought with him this time? The finer the better. After Zongzheng Qingren finished speaking, the figure flashed and disappeared into the main hall.

"I'd like to see who can bother you so much." The corners of Zongzheng Qingren's mouth slowly overflowed with a slight smile, and then he ordered loudly in a happy mood: "Call Concubine Li over again, the grapes she plucked are not bad." ”

Mu Yunfeng walked out of the Rende Palace, and Chief Manager Shen was already waiting at the door. He motioned to the little eunuch to hand over a delicate box to Mu Yunfeng, and then heard the summons of the Martial Emperor, gave Mu Yunfeng a deep salute, and then hurried away.

The box is not heavy, and it also weighs more than a dozen catties. Mu Yunfeng held it funny, this Martial Emperor was really patient with himself. No one else knows, but he knows very well how rare this grape is. It is irrigated by Concubine Li with the juice of dozens of herbs, and when it grows to maturity, it costs more than a thousand taels. When ripe, the aroma is strong and seedless, sweet and refreshing. I heard that Concubine Li was personally watered, and Emperor Wu gave him so much, I don't know if Concubine Li, a jealous woman, will hold a grudge against herself.

Today's harvest is quite rich, and he can justifiably use the thousand-year-old snow ginseng. After a while, you can go directly to the pharmacy to pick it up, and you don't need to ask anyone else. Thinking of Luo Fan's sick appearance, Mu Yunfeng's heart tightened, and he hurriedly quickened his pace.