Ouyang Tianyun walked up to her, "Don't forget, I am the master, you are a servant, how should you be called between master and servant, Yu Zhangshi must have known Miss Ben." ”

"You ......"

"Miss Ben is magnanimous, but she doesn't care about you, but please remember this forever." Ouyang Qianyun's eyes turned smartly, "Also, Yu Zhangshi wanted someone to save your son, but he didn't show sincerity, wouldn't it be embarrassing for him?" ”

Yu You almost fell to the ground in anger because of Ouyang Qianyun's words, she, a daughter with no power and no position, has a fart? If it weren't for her son's serious illness, she would have strangled her to death and thrown her into the mountains and forests to feed the wolves. Thinking about it, the vicious light in Yu You's eyes flashed, "The matter of the eldest lady's teachings, the slaves are taught." ”

A few words are said like blood pouring out, and they are extremely heavy.

Ouyang Qianyun was very satisfied and chuckled.

"If the eldest lady saves the slave's son, the slave is willing to pay two hundred taels for the consultation."

"Deal."

Yu You's iron rooster, the shot is really generous, ordinary people can't afford ten taels of medical fees, this old woman, one time is two hundred taels, it seems that in the Grange over the years, there is still a lot of oil and water, otherwise relying on the monthly allowance alone, how can it be so generous, thinking of this, I feel that she wants to manage Zhuangzi's account, and it is really the right thing to do.

When he arrived at Yu You's house, Ouyang Qianyun saw the child on the bed at a glance.

The delicate body seemed to be even thinner than the last time she came, and the child was tightly curled into a ball, as if he was suppressing some unspeakable pain.

Ouyang Qianyun walked over and suddenly noticed a strange smell in the air.

She sniffled, and the child rolled over.

She was so frightened that she almost retreated, and the child's face and hands were all covered with red rashes.

Ouyang Qianyun looked at the child's body and found that it was densely covered with red rashes, the child seemed to feel something, his little hand scratched his back, and there were faint bloodshots where he had been scratched.

"How is your child's diet lately?"

"The little boy can't eat, only drink some light porridge." Wen Yan replied.

"Did he touch anything?"

"Nope." Wen Yan thought for a moment and replied.

"Have you ever seen the wind?"

"Yes."

Measles, Ouyang Qianyun thought for a while, and then remembered what kind of disease this was, this disease is very troublesome, and it can be contagious, thinking of this, she asked urgently: "Have you been in contact with other children recently?" ”

Wen Yan thought for a moment and shook his head.

"That's good."

Ouyang Qianyun touched the child's forehead, it was very hot, it seemed that the disease was very bad this time.

She first secretly took out camphor from Zhiduoxing, injected it subcutaneously into the child, and then got up and instructed Wen Yan.

"Remember, you can't let your child see the wind during this time, but the indoor air should be kept ventilated, the diet should be light, and you should take a warm bath and change clothes once a day, and all the things that the child has used must be burned with fire, so you can't keep it, and don't let the child go to see other children."

"Okay."

"In this case, I'll prescribe a prescription first, and you go and boil it for the child first."

"Okay."

When he came out, Ouyang Qianyun was a little absent-minded, Yu You's child was really sick, and once this disease spread among other children, the entire Pingcheng would inevitably fall into a pediatric plague, and when the time came, I was afraid that it would be very troublesome.

While Ouyang Qianyun was worried, Pingcheng had already been involved in another turmoil.

The next day, there was a grapevine spread in Pingcheng, in the morning someone was picking medicine on the mountain in the south, but found several men dead in the grass, several men were dressed plainly, old and young, there were no objects on their bodies that could prove their identity, and the identity has not yet been clarified, etc., and even more, it was said that the men had met the monster on the mountain last night, and the original god was sucked away and other strange powers......

The imperial court did not attach much importance to this matter, but sent Shang Min, the secretary of Dali Temple, to investigate, at this time, Shang Min, who was dressed in court clothes, stood next to the deceased, turned the deceased's clothes up and down with his hands, and his eyes were tightly fixed ahead, not daring to let go of a trace of detail.

But after a few hours, I still didn't find anything.

"My lord," said one of the officers and soldiers, handing over a dart-shaped turbidity.

"Where did you find this?" Shang Min's eyes lit up.

"It's by the river five hundred meters ago." The officer and soldier said and pointed to the position.

Shang Min looked at the dart-shaped piece of iron and felt uneasy for no reason. However, he could not think much about it, so he wrapped the iron in a piece of cloth and put it away.

Jiang Lin.

Ning Fengyang made an appointment with Xu Lin, the prefect of Jianglin, to meet, and Ning Fengyang had already chosen a location, in Zilai Temple.

Here is located in the middle of the mountainside outside the city, surrounded by forests, around the Zilai Temple clouds and mist, quite a fairyland, winding bluestone road, very winding path through the wonderful.

Zilai Temple is owned by the royal family, and most of the people who come and go here are nobles or officials. The temple is separated by a small courtyard, where those abandoned concubines or princesses and concubines who have left the palace to practice live for many years until they die alone.

Xu Lin only brought one entourage, and Ning Fengyang was alone.

Xu Lin is not very familiar with Ning Fengyang, but the relationship between the ministers and the subordinates. I was invited to come this time, and I always felt a little uneasy.

Rong Ming made a cup of tea for the two of them, and then stood aside with a knife.

And Xu Lin's entourage was also waiting on the side.

The gentle wind blew, and the tea was instantly half cold.

Seeing that Ning Feng didn't make a sound and didn't drink tea, Xu Lin naturally bothered his strength and didn't dare to move for half a minute.

The air, it seems, is very low.

Ning Feng raised his eyes through Xu Lin and looked at the abyss behind him, but was silent.

After about a moment of meditation, Xu Lin finally couldn't bear it anymore, stood up, and bowed, "I don't know if the national teacher is looking for him, but there is something important to discuss?" ”

"Hmm."

Just one, huh? Xu Lin felt that the sweat on his back had soaked his clothes, sticky and sticky, and a little uncomfortable.

"The tea is cold, you can change it again."