Chapter 22: Mr. Storyteller

After crying for a while, Zhao Xiaobai remembered something, suddenly raised his head and said:

"Father, I suddenly remembered that a few days ago I met a Lang Zhong who opened a pharmacy, and his medical skills should be very clever. Pen | fun | pavilion www. biquge。 infoFather, you wait, I'll ask him to show you, maybe I hope to show you! ”

"Hehe, silly boy, Imperial Doctor Lu is the most skilled imperial doctor in the Hanlin Medical Academy, he can't help it, what else can he do in a small Jianghu Langzhong, forget it. Your father and I are not such unsightly people, life and death are fateful, and the names of people are arranged by God. The king looked at the sensible child and smiled again.

"Father, you often teach me that there are people outside the world, and there are heavens outside the sky, who said that this Hanlin Medical Court is unparalleled in the world. No, you must invite him to try it, father, you wait for me, and I will come when I go. ”

"Xiaobai, Xiaobai...... This kid, cough cough ......" King Xi shook his head helplessly, but looking at his caring appearance, his heart was extremely warm.

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Xiaobai rushed out of the bedroom of the king of Xu, rushed to the stable, and quickly untied a high-headed horse covered in fluff and as white as snow.

"Drive!" Zhao Xiaobai turned over on his horse and pulled up the reins. With a fierce grip on the horse's belly, he galloped towards the outside of the house.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

Zhao Xiaobai roared all the way, and soon passed through the central royal street.

Before coming to Qingshui Hall, Zhao Xiaobai turned over and dismounted, but found that the door was closed, and the seal of the prefect's yamen was pasted on the door. He immediately walked to the bun shop next to him and asked:

"Boss, come and remember me, the person who asked you for a bowl of hot water and raw salt last time I was sick in Qingshuitang next door."

Mo Niang put down the steamer in her hand, glanced at the little white face first, and then nodded and said, "It turned out to be you, the little boy, remember to remember." Childe must not have come here to buy buns, right? ”

Zhao Xiaobai hurriedly bowed his hand and asked: "The boss lady is really smart, I came to find Mr. Wang to go back to see the disease, his Qingshui Hall is open well, why was it sealed by the prefect's yamen, what happened?" ”

"Lao Wang was arrested by the people of the prefect's yamen yesterday morning, hey, this matter is a long story." Of course, Mo Niang knew that Old Man Wang was angry to death, and she felt very sad. After all, she used to be the daughter-in-law of the old man Wang, and the old couple treated her well, seeing that their son, that is, Mo Niang's husband, died early, and Mo Niang's young widow was pitiful, and she couldn't bear to circle her for a lifetime, so she wrote a letter of resignation for his son and let her live independently.

She didn't think that Wang Shaoan and Wang Tiehammer had a holiday. Who sued Wang Shaoan to the government, she knew what she knew after she came home last night and saw the two brothers arguing at home, and she also knew that there was a festival between Wang Tiezhu and Wang Shaoan.

"To make a long story short, I'm anxious to find him back to see him." Zhao Xiaobai said.

So, Mo Niang started to talk briefly from the time she asked him to go back to see her brother-in-law, and told Zhao Xiaobai that Wang Shaoan and Wang Tiehammer had a festival before, and this Wang Tiezhu colluded with the government to rectify him, so Wang Shaoan was arrested by the prefect's yamen and has not been released yet.

"Phew! This dog officer! Zhao Xiaobai scolded, and then bowed his hand to Mo Niang: "Thank you boss, I'll go to the prefect's yamen to ask for someone!" With that, he got on his horse and walked away.

"Go to the prefect's yamen to ask for someone? This boy is dressed extraordinarily, he must be the son of a prince and nobleman, maybe he has a way to save the old king......" Mo Niang thought to herself, her hanging heart couldn't help but relax, and then she began to work on her own affairs.

In the Yamen prison, the innermost and most spacious cell, the door is ajar at this moment, not locked at all, there are more than a dozen jailers and a prisoner inside, the jailers surround the city in a semicircle, and in the middle is Wang Shao'an, who is wearing a white prison uniform, he is carrying a chicken leg in his left hand, and a wine jug in his right hand, eating and drinking.

"Yes, yes, this roast chicken is indeed OK, authentic! It's just that this wine is a little rougher. Wang Shaoan said inclearly while eating.

"Hehe, Mr. Wang, we are all ordinary poor, although roast chicken or something is not a problem. But as for this wine, the wine in this pot, in the eyes of our brothers, it is the best wine, after all, good wine is expensive! Our errand is not paid enough, so you will be settled! One of the jailers sitting in the middle said with a smile, knowing at a glance that he was the head of the prison.

"Yes, yes." The rest of the jailers also smiled in agreement.

"I see, yes, yes, the brothers are quite good. Brothers do such a hard job, the salary is too small is really not a king's law, we deal with prisoners every day, if we meet a death row prisoner who goes crazy, maybe there is still a danger to life. Wang Shaoan said while biting the chicken leg, although he was in prison in prison clothes, but in this way, it was like being on vacation, these jailers had become his little brothers, looking at him with blank eyes.

"That's it, what Mr. Wang said is not bad at all, hey, but our salaries have been smoked by those corrupt officials and corrupt officials, who called our military rank the lowest, don't talk about this, Mr. Wang continue." The jailer in the middle led the way.

Here, two jailers who were patrolling outside pushed open the wooden door and walked in, pulling up two of the jailers who were sitting on the ground.

"Hurry up, hurry up, it's time for you to patrol, go quickly."

"Why are we here again, so soon! Ay! The two men reluctantly stood up, and reluctantly walked out of the cell to patrol. The two men sat down with anticipation on their faces.

"It's delicious, it's right, don't say that, keep talking! By the way, brothers, where did I just go? After Wang Shaoan finished gnawing the chicken thighs, he threw the chicken bones casually, and tore off a piece of chicken from the plate on the ground again.

"Mr. Wang, you just said that the Buddha himself got up and went to suppress Sun Monkey." A jailer hastened to answer.

"Oh, that's it, although this monkey has the ability to reach the sky, he has seventy-two changes, and one heel fight is 108,000 miles. But what kind of person is this Buddha, the greatest Buddha in the world! No matter how big the ability of this Sun Monkey is, it is also played by this Buddha between applause, Sun Monkey even turned over eighteen big heels, still did not turn out the palm of the Buddha, and finally this Buddha palm turned over, the palm of the hand turned into a mountain in an instant, this mountain is called Wuzhi Mountain, and the Sun Monkey is pressed under this mountain.

But how can this mountain suppress the dignified Monkey King? I saw that his body shook one after another at the foot of the mountain, and the trembling five-fingered mountain shook, and the earth cracked, not to mention a mere mountain, which looked like it was about to collapse at any time. At this critical moment, the fingers of the Buddha flicked lightly, and a golden light flew to the top of Wuzhi Mountain, and the golden light turned into a rune, firmly attached to the top of the mountain, and from then on, the monkey could no longer move, let the wind and rain blow, a full five hundred years......"

No wonder these jailers all crowded into Wang Shao'an's cell, it turned out that he fooled the jailers over and told them books, almost all the ancient people loved to listen to books, especially myths and stories, from seventy or eighty years old to five or six years old, there was no one who did not like to listen to books.

At this moment, Wang Shao'an relied on the information and knowledge of the explosion in the previous life, and these jailers were all stunned when they listened, applauding and cheering when they heard the highlights, frightened when they heard the thrills, and wept bitterly when they heard the moving......