Taking advantage of the noon, Ling An went out of the Shanggong Bureau, and entered the Shanggong Bureau smoothly all the way to the root of the wall. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info A small medicine boy stood at the door of the Shang Medical Bureau and looked this way, Ling An turned out from the corner of the wall and beckoned to him, "Hey, this way!" ”。

He grinned and ran towards Ling An, "Ling An, you are really not ashamed, as soon as you come, you will find the imperial doctor of Xiao Wang, and you will also 'guard' and 'guard', you are so affectionate." You're late, Imperial Doctor Xiao Wang has gone out, and I guess you'll have to come back in the evening. ”

"'Wei' Mao 'Wei'! You again! ”

"Who is talking nonsense, the whole Shang Medical Bureau knows that Xiao Wang Imperial Doctor has a childhood sweetheart's fiancée, and he has come all the way into the palace to find a husband, and he is in the Shang Gong Bureau, who else is not you!"

Ling An raised his fist and shook it, his face was furious, "If you say it again, let's talk about knocking out your teeth!" ”

The little medicine boy knew Ling An's skills, and immediately became honest, covered his mouth and said, "Then who are you looking for?" ”

"Who do you say I'm looking for, is your envoy there?"

The little medicine boy breathed a sigh of relief and stopped covering his mouth, "Yes, the envoy is also looking forward to you!" ”

As he spoke, he led Ling An away.

It is said that being able to have a relationship with the envoy of the Tai Hospital is a great blessing for an unknown junior like Ling An. This is also the impropriety of this hospital, the old man in his fifties, just looking for the taste of sugar crispy pork ribs to find Ling An. This old child is greedy, easy to talk, and easy to do when he has good food. Ling An cooked food for him, and he made it convenient for Ling An. Specifically, this is convenient is that Ling An is willing to give me her illness if she is sick or in calamity, after all, there is no pressure on him to take some medicine to see the illness, and no one will look at the palace girl's illness, put it there to fend for herself, and if she dies, it is a matter of throwing away a mat.

Later, it was a coincidence that this envoy was Imperial Doctor Zhang, Wang Wei's master. For this, Imperial Doctor Zhang became more familiar with Ling An. Wang Wei came to Ling An several times under the pretext of Imperial Doctor Zhang's greed, and finally gave up after being severely warned by Ling An.

In a blink of an eye, he entered the house, which was the place where Zhang Yuan's office worked. He saw Ling An's eyes light up and trotted over from behind the desk, and the movement was smooth and smooth, except for the silver-haired and snow-white beard, he couldn't tell that he was an old man of nearly sixty.

"The little daughter-in-law of the Wang family is here, what do you have to eat?"

Ling An's face immediately darkened, "None! ”

Zhang Yuan made the snow-white beard tremble, and he paced back with his hands behind his back, "Then what are you doing here?!" Your man is out, not there. ”

Ling An only felt that his breath was blocked in his chest, and he couldn't go up or down, and he propped up the table with his hands and said, "I repeat, my relationship with Wang Wei is not what you think!" ”

The old man sat on the chair like a piece of hair stuck on the chair, he lifted his eyelids, obviously not convinced, and let out a snort in his nose, "Finished?" Still not leaving? ”

This kind of person, you can't get angry with him, Ling An felt very helpless, and decided not to go around this unsolvable problem with him, so he said directly, "Give me some croton." ”

He glanced over and said nothing.

"No more, just a little." Ling An stood there obediently, his face full of hope.

He snorted, sat behind the table and grabbed a handful of peanuts and ate them slowly, "I heard that you want to select an envoy from the Internal Affairs Office to Prince Hehui?" Not...... The old body thinks that Wang Xiaolang is very good, don't be squinted by this fancy world, little girl. ”

Well, Ling An lost his temper.

"Imperial Doctor Zhang, Imperial Physician Zhang, Uncle Zhang!" Ling An propped his hands on the table and stared at him, "Do I want Croton to use it myself?" I have such a handsome face, everyone loves flowers and flowers, and I am absolutely blushing! Isn't it okay to be fascinated by the prince? For the sake of the prince's wisdom, it's better for me not to go, don't you say? ”

His beard shook again, quite disdainful, "The prince can take a fancy to you, and you can also afford your skin." Saying that, he got up and went to the medicine cabinet, "People can't stop them if they want to come out, but it's always good to keep a low profile, and at most you can live longer." Say anything is also your own person, and you should sell the old man Wang a favor and leave a daughter-in-law to him. Oh, this is for you, drink less, don't toss yourself up. Also, don't make trouble for me, I can't afford to be an old bone. ”

Ling An accepted the medicine with a smile, reached out and took out a paper bag from his arms, wrapped it in several layers, and couldn't smell it, "Roasted house sparrow, it's not a good thing, give you a solution to your cravings!" Thanks, I'm leaving! "Even if it's a roasted house finch, Ling An can make a different flavor.

With food in place, Imperial Doctor Zhang couldn't care about anything else, and Ling An was inconvenient to stay, so he returned to Shanggong Bureau with his things.

Walking too quickly, he bumped into a little eunuch along the way, and before Ling An could react, he had already left in a hurry. Ling An touched his nose, osmanthus is fragrant, it is really fragrant! In a trance, she hurriedly closed her breath and ran back to the house.

Peach is not here yet, since that time, the two of them look at each other and hate each other, and they have a tacit understanding to avoid each other and haven't seen each other for more than half a month.

Ling An just poured a pot of hot tea here, put a little croton powder, afraid that it would not be enough, poured some more, brewed a cup and didn't drink it, the peach over there had already come.

"Yo, so early?"

Ling An crossed his fingers and counted, this has been delayed for half an hour, is it still early? But she still nodded, glancing at the lunch box in Peach's hand.

"I'm just in time, I just have a snack, you can taste it." Saying that, Peach put the lunch box and opened it, and there were two layers of pink and tender snacks neatly placed on the silver plate, and the fragrance of osmanthus was instantly wanton. Ling An's body was immediately half crispy.

Ling An had no resistance to this osmanthus smell at all, just like a drunkard who met wine and became weak. Ling An's eyes were straight, and he pinched himself fiercely, and Peach had already raised one in front of her.

"Taste it." Peach smiled on her face, and she didn't know how many times more kind than usual.

"Ah......" Ling An took it and took a small bite, this is a habit, you have to eat a little bit of everything, in order to taste poison. Ling An has a good tongue and is especially sensitive to taste. Back then, I followed the old ghost to learn medicine and poison with everyone, they learned to diagnose the pulse, Ling An learned to diagnose the pulse, they learned to administer needles, Ling An was testing drugs, they were studying medicine, Ling An was testing drugs, they were learning pharmaceuticals, and Ling An was still testing drugs. Taste all the herbs, identify the poisons, soak in the medicine jar for several years, but never know how to administer needles or medicines, which can be regarded as a specialization in the art industry.

The sweet and soft taste of the fragrant herb spreads, mixed with a hint of spiciness, as if it is impossible to find, but it really exists - croton.

Ling An took the snack and looked at Peach with a smile, Peach stared at Ling An tightly with a pair of fox eyes, and asked cautiously, "How is it?" Tastes good, right? ”

Ling An nodded, it was indeed good, it was definitely not something in the big kitchen, and this silver plate alone was not something that the big kitchen could afford. To say that the palace maid is not short of food, but the food of the peach is too good, not only the food is good, as far as Ling An knows, the rouge gouache she uses is all high-quality, although it is not worse than the harem concubines. A palace girl, the silver is only two taels, and the family is not very rich, but the hands are rich. Thinking of the little eunuch I met on the road just now, I thought that Taohong and Na Meng were really some first. But this has nothing to do with Ling An, so I don't care about her.

Looking at the dim sum in his hand, Ling An divided it by two and put it into his mouth. Good things naturally can't be wasted, just grasp the goodness of how much you eat, just this amount of croton, you won't eat Ling An to death.

Peach let out a long breath, reached out and took the teacup on the table and drank it in one gulp, shocking Ling An stunned.

"It's a weird ......"

"Hmm......" Ling An took another piece of dim sum and ate it carefully, muttering, "It's some old tea, and the taste is naturally not good......

"Oh......"

“……”

The process was tragic and the results were gratifying. At night, Ling An huddled in the quilt and hummed falsely, and the peach red over there had already pulled her shoes and ran out for the fifth time.

It just went unexpected.

The old lady held the red booklet, and with a small pen in one hand to draw a picture, when she entered the house, Ling An knew that she couldn't hide. She walked up to Ling An and paused, and said slowly in a suppressed voice, "Ling An, you and Gonggong Zhang should go to Qinghe Palace to help." ”

"Mama, I'm ......" Ling An frowned, clutching his stomach and his face full of pain.

The peach on the side was pale, her eyes were full of anger, and she staggered out of the house with a grumbling stomach.

The old lady's eyes were sharp, her brows were frowned, and the people in the palace who attacked each other for errands naturally couldn't escape her eyes, all of which were things that couldn't be put on the table, so she sneered, "The people in Tian Si's hands are so delicate, and all of them have uncomfortable stomachs, and those who don't know are still the head to deduct people's mouths, and what an unclean food they give, but the faces of the masters are lost." ”

Anyone's face can be lost, but the master's face cannot be lost.

Tian Sizhi scolded these unconscious things in his heart, and his face was even more terrified.

"It's just you, hurry up and pack your things, you don't have to let the masters wait for the minions!" The old lady's brows were tightly furrowed all the time, and her eyes were full of disdain, so she closed the book and left the house.

Father-in-law Zhang twisted his thick waist and walked over at Ling An, pulled out a handkerchief and tucked his nose, and pointed his throat, "Girl, what a big face." Let's go to the errand tomorrow, work hard, you can't lose. ”

He didn't say anything, but Ling An always felt that something was wrong when he heard it, especially when he glanced at her, her hairs stood on end.

Ling An stood there dryly, and suddenly a beam of eyes pierced his body, and Ling An was startled to see the sallow pink face leaning in front of the door. Ling An originally thought that Taohong was just stumbling on her, but now that she heard this, there were still many people who fell into the way. The method of not being able to get dirty on the table is always used, how distorted this person's experience is, Ling An can't look down on such methods.

Ling An didn't want to stay in this place for long, so after dinner, he packed up his baggage and went to Qinghe Palace to report.

It is said that Hehui is going to come in a few days, and the time is pressing, so the palace people naturally have to hurry up and clean up. Qinghe Palace is Hehui's residence in the palace in his early years, and there were some subordinates, but this time he redeployed manpower, and he wanted to live in Mingying for a while.

Ling An was originally a low-level palace maid, so naturally she couldn't serve in the house, so she could only clean the yard.

The sun is poisonous at noon, and I feel that the sun is dazzling when I walk under the corridor. Ling An raised his head, made a shed in front of him with his hand, and looked at the sky, there was no cloud in the blue sky. There were only a few white spots, and I could vaguely see a few pigeons. The next door of Qinghe Palace is not far from the East Palace, from here, you can only see the glazed roof, the sun shines, glowing with golden brilliance, and the luxury of the sky. Ming Ying and Prince Ming Ze have had a good relationship since childhood, but in their current form, the princelings who were originally listed also have to set up another banner. Now the emperor in the palace is sick, the queen is dedicated to the Buddha, the prince is weak, the princess is dominant, the third prince is menacing, and Ming Ying has some special meaning when he enters the palace this time.

Ling An followed the instructions, cleaned in the outhouse, and practiced kung fu with clear ears and eyes, this feeling was also sensitive, and he always felt very uncomfortable being stared at by someone, but he couldn't find the source of that gaze, which made people tremble and uncomfortable. It's like having a sword hanging over your head, and you don't know when it's going to fall and cut your flesh and blood.

After a long time, Ling An was a little looking forward to the sword falling quickly, and it would be steady.

After two days of trembling, Mingying finally entered the gate of Qinghe Palace early in the morning, and everyone stood in front of the master, so that the master could take an eye and know that it was Qinghe Palace, as for whether the master remembered it or not, it was another matter.

It wasn't until Ling An retreated with everyone that the big stone in his heart finally fell, but the sword hanging above his head did not fall, and Ling An, who was holding his head down as a stuffy gourd, naturally did not notice the smile that flashed in Mingying's eyes when he saw her, and naturally he did not notice the shrewd calculation in the eyes of Gonggong Zhang on the side.