"Lao Wang, you are so young, you have an open-minded mind, which is admirable. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoYou're at least twenty-three years old now, and if you're a man from someone else's family, your children are a few years old. You used to have a wealthy family, and you should have a family. Mo Niang asked, she asked this question, somewhat selfish, although Wang Shaoan is younger than her, but his appearance is also mature, after this period of getting along, I found that Lao Wang is very good, this is a disguised ask him if he has a partner. But thinking about people who can speak well, can see diseases and cook, but she is a widow that no one wants, I think about it or dispel that idea.

Question: Wang Shaoan remembered that when he had just crossed, his mother-in-law had cheated, but he didn't say it, because he didn't think it was worth mentioning.

"Hehe, isn't it looking at the boss lady that you haven't married yet, I'll see if I have a chance." Wang Shaoan smiled and said.

"You kid, talk nonsense." Mo Niang first looked angry, and then immediately smiled: "Giggles, don't be embarrassed." I'm seven out of twenty, and I look like I'm five years older than you. I'm an old woman, who wants it. ”

"You call it intellectual beauty, maturity, you know. If you were a thousand years from now, you would have been robbed a long time ago. Wang Shaoan said with a look on his face that you don't understand, don't speak.

What Wang Shaoan didn't expect was that Mo Niang actually blushed and said angrily: "I hate it!" "It looks like a small jasper. Wang Shaoxin, who watched it, felt a burst of spring in his heart.

"Is it possible that in a thousand years, someone else will take a random widow?" Hearing this, she was still very happy in her heart.

"I mean, if, to use an analogy, maybe in a thousand years, people's worldly outlook will change."

"If I could live for a thousand years, I wouldn't be that goblin, cluck...... By the way, Lao Wang, what were you doing in Qingshui Hall just now? Mo Niang remembered what happened just before the meal and asked curiously.

"Oh, that, I'm just practicing divine skills, strengthening the body, a must-have skill for men." Wang Shaoan grinned, talking serious nonsense, and his old face was really thick enough.

"What kind of skill is so powerful, can a woman cultivate? I've been feeling tired and tired lately, and I don't have a good way to do it, but I don't have time to rest. Mo Niang sighed and said.

"It's okay to practice mixed sex." Wang Shaoan drank the last glass of wine and muttered in a low voice.

Mo Niang didn't hear clearly, and asked, "What?" What double practice? ”

"Oh? The hostess is unwell? I'll take your pulse. After speaking, Wang Shaoan moved to the seat next to Mo Niang, Mo Niang stretched out her hand, and he gently put it on.

"Wow, this touch, perfect!" Wang Shao'an was teased by the elasticity of this skin, and continued to think: "What's wrong with me, is it because I have rejuvenated and my spring heart is fragrant, I obviously don't lift it." ”

Mo Niang's pulse was beating calmly and gently, as gentle as a girl.

"Uh-huh, don't worry about the boss. You have been getting up early for a long time, and standing for a long time, mentally and physically slightly tired, especially in the waist, and lack some exercise, so you have some kidney deficiency. I'll prescribe you a pair of medicines, and when you're free tomorrow, come to me, and I'll teach you a set of gymnastics, and you do it two or three times a day in the morning and evening, and the exercise will be good. It's not a big deal. Wang Shaoan said.

"Hehe, I want that little sugar pill you made, I don't want to drink that bitter medicine." Mo Niang said with a hint of coquettishness in her tone.

"Okay, then you can come and get it tomorrow, I'll bring some flour and white sugar back, and I'll make it for you in the evening."

"Done."

In fact, what Wang Shaoan didn't say is that Mo Niang has not sewn spring rain for a long time, and the hormones in her body are a little out of balance.

Wang Shaoan took the flour and white sugar and went back to make small pills for Mo Niang. With the experience of the last time, this time I started making balls, and I was much more handy, but the small balls I kneaded were not as uniform in size as those kneaded by Mo Niang, but they were about the same. After making the pills for Mo Niang, Wang Shaoan prepared some more medicines, and made two jars of pills again, which were for the prince, and sent them to the prince's mansion in a few days, and then prick the prince with a few more stitches, and he was too lazy to make them when he was too lazy.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Shaoan began to flip through the medicine recipes in his mind, yes, he still dispensed medicine for himself, until midnight, bitter, sweet, sour, spicy, a total of seven or eight pairs of all kinds of things, but of course the result was no achievement.

"I didn't expect my old Wang Yingming I, who was confused for a while, and actually planted it in the hands of an old bustard, hey!" Wang Shaoan lay on the roof, his hands on the back of his head, looking at the starry sky, looking compassionate.

The next day, Wang Shaoan opened the door early, and to his surprise, there were a few people waiting outside the house. As soon as he saw the door open, he immediately walked in. An old man, a middle-aged man and a man in the prime of life came to see the sick.

It turned out that after such a fuss, this Qingshui Hall spread in the neighborhood, saying that the newly opened Shimizu Hall Langzhong offended the prefect and was arrested and imprisoned. Then it was immediately put forward by the little prince of the palace, the focus of which is that Wang Shaoan is a Langzhong, so many people in the vicinity know the existence of such a medical hall, although I don't know how this Lang's traditional Chinese medicine skills are, but there are still people who come to see the disease with the mentality of trying it out.

This is the first time that a colleague came to see the three of them, Wang Shaoan first welcomed the three to the bench on the left side of the gate and sat down, and then sat down at the leftmost table, which was the place where he checked his pulse.

Wang Shaoan said that according to the order of age, first to the old man, then to the middle-aged man, and then to the middle-aged man. The three agreed with Wang Shaoan's arrangement.

Wang Shao'an had already put away the prepared pen, ink, paper and inkstone, picked up the brush, held the sleeve of his right hand in his left hand, and said to the old man sitting opposite him: "Uncle, first report your name and age, and I will leave you a case record." ”

"Lang Zhong, what do you say! I didn't hear clearly! Although the old man's voice trembled and soothed very high, it sounded quite strong.

"Uncle, report your name, age!" Wang Shaoan shouted at the top of his voice.

"What? It's too quiet! Young man, he is young, why don't he have the strength to speak? The old man continued to tremble and said.

Wang Shao'an's face was full of black lines, this is still quiet, and if you are an ordinary person, your ears are deaf! But there was no way, so Wang Shaoan sat upright, clamped his hips, and roared with milk: "Uncle! Name! Age! ”

The two middle-aged people in the back seemed to be swept backwards by a wave of anger.

Wang Shaoan was lucky to roar out with a trace of internal strength, and if it was bigger, it would become a lion's roar.