Wow~

High in the sky, a cold snap surged, and a large gray snow sculpture swirled through a dark cloud and flew towards the valley where various buildings stood and where the Tibetan barley tribe had long lived.

The snow in the yard was swept away by the strong wind that was fanned out by the wings, the big snow sculpture landed smoothly, and several dark-skinned Tubo people came out to check the situation.

The girl who was writing a prescription also walked out of the wooden attic when she heard the sound, and when she saw that it was the snow sculpture 'Manji' who had returned, her heart was happy, and she hurriedly ran down the attic, took off her plush coat and put it on the back of the big snow sculpture.

The girl's bronze hands are very beautiful, as if they were specially carved by the creator, and the eyes of the waitress who serves the girl next to her are always in love with the master's slender hands.

"Young Patriarch,"

"Hmm."

The girl responded, picked up the thawed fresh meat from the hot water basin, fed it to Manji piece by piece, and fed it until the snow sculpture was full, and then went to remove the bamboo tube at its ankles.

Let the subordinate lead Manji to the straw room to rest, open the bamboo tube, take out a package of medicinal materials inside, smell it, close her eyes and enjoy the fragrance of the medicinal materials, she really likes this taste, she is a pharmacist, and she can tell which kinds of medicinal materials are in it when she smells it.

Her emerald green dress danced briskly on the snow, and she walked towards the attic with the long scroll of letters and medicinal herbs in her arms, first writing the prescription she had memorized, putting on the new cloak that the maid had given her, taking the letters, and then carrying the herbs that had just been packed, and walking towards the master's residence.

Knock knock! There was a knock on the door.

Squeak, the door opened.

"Ah, it's Sister Xiaoxian Doctor, my grandmother coughs so badly, I thought"

"Presumptuous, in front of the young patriarch"

"Yunrui, there is no need to be like this, my medicine here, boiled and drunk in three times for three days, will definitely cure your grandmother's illness, please rest assured, the gods of heaven will definitely bless her, Asa!" The girl comforted gently, her thin pale red lips exhaled white heat, and she prayed with one hand together.

"Well, the gods will bless Grandmother, Asa! Thank you, Young Patriarch! ”

"Don't thank me, this is the responsibility of the young patriarch! Just like my father, I will protect you! ”

When the woman of the family heard this, she left the bed, put her arms around the child's head and was grateful to the girl, grateful that the medical saint and the young patriarch were there, and the pain was far away from the clansmen.

The girl left this house and came to another, and left as usual, because she didn't want to stay, because there were other people who needed her to deliver the medicine, and the men of the tribe had gone out to fight, and the only ones left were some old people, women, and children.

When I came to Master's residence after delivering the medicine, I heard from a distance that something was being pounded inside, and the smell of medicine overflowed from the crack in the door, knocking on the door.

"Come in, the door is not bolted," the old man in white was busy pouring medicinal powder into the purple sand jar that stood on the flame from time to time.

"Master, there is a letter from the Tang Dynasty Medical God," the girl thought about it, but still spoke.

Everything was as the girl expected, the master lost the bowl containing the medicinal powder, and regardless of the potion that was boiling, ran forward to take the letter and opened it and read it, and after a while, he smelled the smell of burnt medicine.

The girl persuaded the master to decoct the medicine, but she spread out the letter and read it to the master slowly. The master laughed from time to time when he heard the pleasure, which showed how much he liked to talk about medicine with others, and at the end, the girl paused, because it was written here that she hoped that the medical saint would come to Chang'an to write a peerless medical book with him, and leave a lifetime of medical experience for future generations.

"What's wrong?" The old man in white stroked his long beard, he didn't quite understand what the apprentice meant, and when he walked in, he also frowned two white eyebrows, "Well, I'll leave in a few months, apprentice, I also want to be in Chang'an." ”

"Master, it's a long way to go, and why are we going instead of them coming"

"You don't have to stop me, I will definitely go, just the friendship when I was young and Sun Ruowen was picking medicine in the mountains and fields, I also want to go, he is the only person who understands the old man, and it is also the old man's wish in this life"

"Yes, Master, the apprentice understands!"

The girl knelt down, and the waitress who followed the girl also knelt, she went wherever the young patriarch went, and the safety of the young patriarch must be protected!

Not long after, the maiden took Master's letter of resignation to her father's tent, which was the outskirts of the village where the barley guards were stationed.

"Father, I want to go with Master!"

"Ah Rui, do you have to go? We're at war with Datang now! The thick-eyed man sat casually on the main seat of the camp, holding the letter of resignation, and sighed, he knew that this daughter was just like his mother, stubborn like a yak.

"Definitely!"

Looking at his bronzed-skinned daughter, his heart was congested, and sure enough, the woman was not left, and he didn't want to marry his daughter early, so he could only wave his hand, "Okay, okay Ah Shu!" ”

Hearing the paging of the patriarch, Chang Shu outside the camp walked in and knelt down to the patriarch.

"Chang Shu, I order you by the side of the patriarch, after three months, you must protect the safety of the young patriarch, she and the medical saint are going to Chang'an to find the god of medicine to discuss the way of medicine, and after returning, it will be the pillar of our barley department!"

"Yes!" Chang Shu glanced up at the young patriarch, and then bowed to the young patriarch.

A few months later, in the city of Luo, the prince listened to the reports of his men in a gloomy manner.

"His Royal Highness the Prince, that Gan Maragon has been stating in front of Zampu recently that the Tang Dynasty is a lion who has awakened from the upper position, and now he is facing a little tiger like Gao Xianzhi who has been defeated one after another."

"Bastard! Defeat? Damn it! Even a high-ranking sentence dares to call himself a fierce general of the Tang Dynasty! What if I was beaten out of breath, he is not a Tang man! What to fear! The prince did not wait for his men to finish their report, and his anger spread to the ground, and the Tang prostitute who was serving beside him fell to her knees and trembled, for she did not know what would happen next to this moody master.

"Newspaper, newspaper" Another subordinate felt the prince's cold gaze, and stuttered as he spoke.

"Say!"

"Yes! I heard that the medical saint Yundan Gongbu and the young patriarch of the barley department are going to Chang'an to find the medical god Sun Ruowen to discuss the way of medicine."

Bang!

Breaking the tile bowl in his hand, the prince's whole body trembled, "That slut, Maya Joy Begonia Rui, originally wanted her to be the prince's concubine, but forget it, little fairy doctor?" Hum! I remember that their barley department seems to agree with the lord and faction of Ganmaragon Ah, call Xu Jiang! ”

After a short time, Xu Jiang came over, and when he saw the broken tiles on the ground, he knew that the prince was very angry.

"Prince, I heard"

"You don't need to hear about it, and you don't need to say anything flattering, this prince is very angry, and the consequences of being angry are very serious," the prince pulled out his sword, walked in front of Xu Jiang, and without warning, pierced the subordinate next to him who had just reported the situation of Ganmaragon, threw away the bloody sword, hugged the Tang prostitute who was lying on the ground, pressed it roughly in his arms, and turned a blind eye to the blood spreading on the ground, and then said, "Ah, a little more comfortable, by the way, this prince will send a few more elites to you, including your old buddy Eagle Changmu, and wait for the medical saint to arrive in Chang'an, Kill together with the medical god of Chang'an! We will only fight and not make peace, and then we will have nothing to say about Dry Malagon! Now this prince can't completely tear his face with Ganmaragon completely! ”

Smelling a hot smell of blood, Xu Jinan secretly glanced at the corpse on the side that was no longer twitching, and responded heavily, "Yes!" Your Highness! ”

(End of chapter)