Yanqing Guannei, thatched hall.

Chen Shou was surrounded by seven or eight Taoist priests.

On the walls of the thatched hall, there are picture scrolls, all of which are in the shape of a person, marking countless acupuncture points.

Chen Shou was making up for some Taoist internal methods, which were nothing more than breathing and acupuncture points, and gradually he found that this thing was really broad and profound.

The so-called traditional Chinese medicine in later generations is actually a castrated version, and by the time of the later generations, the essence left by the ancestors of the real Han family has been almost destroyed.

In the late Manchu Qing Dynasty, multinational corporations, the de facto masters of the West, wanted to sell Western medicines, and China, with a population of 400 million, was the largest market at that time, and there was no room for Chinese medicine to continue to flourish.

These people held up the banner of science and relegated Chinese medicine to backward and ignorant rotten old things, which attracted countless Chinese applause.

Then these upper-class people who have the right to speak will completely abandon the things of their ancestors, and even they will spit on them.

Chen Shou discussed with the Taoist priests during the day, and at night he pulled Doctor Liu to study, and gradually got a little started.

Just waiting for a suitable time, a few of his godfathers pushed him to the front of the stage and started his career as a courtier.

Thinking of this, Chen Shou's interest was even higher, he never thought that he would be so interested in these things.

Taoist internal strength, focusing on a health preservation, for a teenager who has been squeezed dry, it is simply a long drought and a rain.

Chen Shou, who was wandering in the ocean of knowledge, buried his head in a pile of obscure ancient scrolls, and the door was pushed open with a creak.

Doctor Liu looked curiously at Chen Shou, who was staring directly at the acupuncture point diagram, and secretly admired in his heart, I was worried that the root of my troubles was cut to be able to focus on medical skills so much, but I didn't expect that Xiao Chen Duwei was fully equipped and could forget to sleep and eat like this.

"Captain?"

Chen Shou heard someone calling himself in his ear, so he raised his head, and when he saw that it was Doctor Liu, he was overjoyed, and dragged him to ask, "You came just in time, tell me about it." ”

Doctor Liu looked down, and suddenly his face turned red, what Xiao Chen Duwei was holding was a woman who had been transferred to treatment... That one... Sexual affairs are not smooth, and it cannot be resolved for a long time, and a set of massage techniques that accumulate into illness. He blushed, pointed to the acupuncture points in the picture, and explained: "This is the sea of qi, this is the stone gate, all of them are Ren vein and acupoints, and then down... It's just some private acupuncture points, which are all made by us internal servants or female medical officers, and it is useless for Xiao Chen Duwei to learn this. ”

"I'm going to learn this!"

......

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Zhao Ling, the crown prince of Zhanghua, is also the eldest son of the current emperor.

Zhao Ling was known as a virtuous person when he was young, and he was extremely popular among the government and the opposition, but unfortunately he was repeatedly excluded and framed, and his health has become worse and worse since then.

Now he is even more bedridden, often unable to see guests for several days in a row, and the government and the opposition have even forgotten him.

Occasionally, he is also sallow, yellow and thin, and it is even difficult to recognize him as the handsome Prince Zhanghua at the beginning.

In the early years, those who had received the favor of the crown prince did not mention it.

Clear-eyed people thought that it would be a matter of time before Prince Zhang Hua was deposed, but since he was bedridden, even His Majesty the Emperor seemed to have forgotten his crown prince.

The East Palace has gradually become very relaxed, and almost no one wants to bother to be here anymore, this palace that should be the prince of the empire has become a dispensable place.

Behind the garden rockery in the East Palace, Li Lingfeng held his cheeks in his hand, and he didn't know what he was talking about.

Judging from her frowning brows from time to time, she should be cursing someone, and what she can never forget is naturally the man who drilled under her skirt.

Thinking of the scene that day, Li Lingfeng's body became irritable, and he couldn't tell whether he was ashamed, annoyed, resentful, or hateful.

This little bastard, I don't know if there is... Rubbing Lingyue's legs... Thinking of this, Li Lingfeng couldn't wait to slap himself, what the hell was I thinking?

Fortunately, a sound of footsteps interrupted her thoughts, and when she looked up, she saw that it was Li Bohao.

Li Bohao's face was gloomy, he bent down slightly, hugged his fists and said: "Miss, we have found some eyebrows, there are some traces of sharp weapons on the trees where the prince was killed, and they are military crossbows and crossbows. ”

Li Lingfeng didn't answer, she pondered for a while before asking: "The imperial court is doing it in Bianliang, why bother using a bow and crossbow, and leaving traces, is someone deliberately misleading us." ”

"The eldest lady is really smart, and we have discussed it, and we also have this suspicion."

Li Lingfeng breathed a sigh of relief lightly and said, "Don't rush to conclusions now, don't rule out any suspects until you find out the truth." But this crossbow is a good breach. ”

"By the way, has Chen Shou moved?"

She seemed to ask casually, but her ears turned red inexplicably.

Although Li Bohao was astute, he didn't notice this, and said in a low voice: "Chen Shou didn't show up much when he entered the left sentry camp, but his subordinates found out that he often went to Yanqing Temple. At present, he has climbed the four major eunuchs, and each of those four people has good energy, especially in Bianliang. Chen Shou had better be with us, and it would be much more difficult to investigate. ”

"This kid has the most conscience!"

Li Bohao disagreed, and retorted: "Miss, according to my observation, Chen Shou intends to avenge the prince. ”

"Hmph."

This cold snort made Li Bohao puzzled, and he didn't dare to stay in the East Palace for a long time, so he quickly turned around and retreated.

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In the dark tunnel, a candle burns.

The candle swayed back and forth, so it can be seen that both sides of the tunnel are ventilated.

"I was able to find a flaw in the bow and crossbow that I deliberately left, but I didn't expect these people to be quite cautious and meticulous." A man in black said with a smile.

In front of him, there was a short man, who kept his head bowed and bent over, and replied when he heard the words: "Master, there is no movement on Xiliang's side, Li Wei is building a mausoleum for his son, and he has not even sent someone to Beijing to hold him accountable." ”

The man in black sighed, "Xiliang, father and son.... It's a pity. Li Wei was busy ambushing the Qiang people, and I heard that after the bloody battle, he rewarded seven leaders on the corpses of countless Qiang people. The Hengshan Qiang people and their own leaders have all deviated from morality, and he has completely subdued the Qiang, which is just around the corner. Hengshan Qiang... With the West Cool Horse, tsk. ”

"Xiliang's spies, we have explored all the veins in Bianjing. As soon as the master gives the order, we can catch them all tonight. The short man said this, paused slightly, and added: "Except for a lieutenant named Chen Shou, he is now hiding in the left sentry camp, and Wei Ning is protecting him, so it is difficult to start. ”

"Chen Shou is one of my pawns, it is very important, you don't act rashly. Xiliang, Xiliang is too important, it must be used by me. ”

A smile flashed between the eyebrows of the man in black, and his fingers tapped lightly on the tabletop, watching the swaying of the candle center, as if everything was in his palm.