After Bei Liang Rong took the medicine of the divine doctor, her body really improved a lot, but she still needed to recuperate for a few days to calm down and calm down, so as to be healed.

Seeing this, King Wu was very pleased, and immediately gave a thousand taels of gold and rewarded Zhao Wuyi. However, to everyone's surprise, Zhao Wuyi refused to accept it, and said that he "saved the dead and helped the wounded, and accumulated good fortunes". After some excuses, King Wu felt more and more happy, and even more admired, and wanted to give it to him with the kindness of high-ranking officials, but he did not accept it, so he gave up.

In the warm jade hall, the medicinal fragrance surrounds the beam, and the breeze blows on the screen.

Bei Liang sat quietly in front of the desk, his eyes slightly closed, nourishing his qi and calming his nerves. Since that day, when the servant went out hunting and returned from a serious illness, she has withered and her face has been haggard. Fortunately, I have been recuperating well-round, and my cheeks are gradually flushed, and then I apply a little powder, which is actually no different from usual.

"Zixia, I heard that a miracle doctor saved my life that day, but is there such a thing?" Bei Liang Rong asked in surprise. She didn't know anything about what happened after she fell into a coma, and she said that she was pulled back from the ghost gate by the divine doctor, and of course she was grateful.

"That miracle doctor is amazing, even the imperial doctor can't compare to him, the real immortal descended to earth, just a little bit of pulse, prescribed a few medicines, and cured the lady," Zixia said while recalling the appearance and demeanor of the divine doctor that day, and couldn't help but smile, with a hint of blush on his face, and his mouth still slurred, "And it's a beautiful man......"

Bei Liang Rong looked at her nymphomaniac look, and pretended to be angry and said:

"What are you doing in a daze, the medicine is almost cold!"

Zixia immediately hurriedly took the medicine pot and gently poured the decoction into the silver bowl on the table, and the yellow-brown color carved layers of bitterness on Bei Liangrong's tongue, which was indelible.

"This medicine is so bitter, I won't drink it!" Bei Liangrong took a sip and pushed Zixia's hand away vigorously, wrinkling the corners of her eyes, her eyes closed, as if as long as she saw this bowl of soup, there would be a trace of bitterness in her mouth.

Zixia frowned and said, "If Madame doesn't drink the medicine, how can her body be fine?"

"I don't drink it, I don't drink it! Bei Liangrong began to play with the child's temper again. It is said that children from poor families have a more mature temperament, but Bei Liangrong is an exception. Whether it was in Zhongli's house before, or now in the palace of King Wu, her child's innocence has not completely disappeared, she is like a child who will never grow up, and will always maintain a simple and immature idea. And this is something that other concubines don't have.

"If Madame doesn't drink, I'll tell the king to go!" Zixia turned around to leave, and was suddenly pulled by Bei Liangrong's clothes.

"Zixia-Zixia-don't go," Bei Liangrong looked pleading, and then said sullenly, "I'll just drink it......"

Zixia pursed her lips and smiled, she knew that using King Wu to "coerce" Bei Liangrong would definitely make her "submit", and the "actual combat experience" told her that this plan had never been lost. In fact, she is also for the good of Bei Liangrong, she usually takes care of her food, clothing and daily life, and she is thoughtful everywhere, just like a mother. Because in her eyes, Bei Liangrong is a kind "child", and in a sense, she and she are sympathetic. Therefore, she regards Liang Rong as another self, and loving her is like loving herself.

"That's it, Madame will never get sick again after drinking this bowl of soup!" Zixia quipped.

Bei Liangrong had no choice but to pinch her nose and let the yellow-brown liquid slip through her throat one by one, and her frowning brows were like layers of ripples from the breeze blowing through the lotus pond, clear and beautiful like a lotus.

"Madam, the divine doctor outside the temple asks to see you!" a maid came to report.

Bei Liang Rong was simply unexpected, she remembered that Fang Cai Zixia was talking about the divine doctor, and she was about to see his "true face of Lushan", she felt that she was not prepared at all, and she had a wonderful feeling in her heart, both curious and panicked.

Bei Liang Rong stared blankly at the screen that entered the hall, with a hibiscus picture tattooed on it, but she always mistook it for a handsome and beautiful man.

"Madam-" It was Zixia who shattered Bei Liangrong's thoughts, "Madam, the divine doctor is waiting outside the hall!"

At this time, Zixia's heart was extremely happy, although she had only seen the divine doctor once, she had already been fascinated by his demeanor. She couldn't wait to see her face again.

"Oh...... Invite him in!" Bei Liang Rong came back to her senses and said in a slur manner.

"No—" The maid withdrew, and in a short time brought in a miracle doctor.

"Xiaomin Zhao Wuyi see Madame!" the divine doctor knelt down and saluted.

"The divine doctor is exempt!

Bei Liang Rong stared at the person in front of her, dressed in white clothes that were by no means ordinary Jianghu Langzhong, with her head held high, and a sharp look appeared between her eyebrows, which was extremely penetrating, as if she could see through people's hearts. There was a sense of déjà vu in that sharp gaze, but Bei Liangrong racked her brains and couldn't remember when and where she had met her. It is like a flash of light in the chaotic mind, faintly, sometimes hidden, sometimes revealed, but after all, it is a vague form. Bei Liang Rong hollowed out her memory, but in the end, she still didn't find the fragment that belonged to the gaze in front of her.

"Madame's condition has improved?" Zhao Wuyi asked with concern.

"Fortunately, there is a miracle doctor to save me, otherwise I ......"

Bei Liangrong was halfway through her words when she was interrupted by the divine doctor:

"Madame, don't say that, the little one is just doing my due medical duty, and saving the dead and helping the wounded is the mission of a doctor. ”

Zixia looked at the handsome face of the divine doctor stupidly, fascinated, completely shocked by the extraordinary demeanor of the qi. But strangely, she noticed that the red mole on the right eyebrow of the miracle doctor had mysteriously disappeared. When she first met the miracle doctor, the red mole was deeply imprinted in her heart, it was so bright red, like a drop of blood.

It's like a red rose in the distance, so vivid, but so charming.

"The life-saving grace of the divine doctor will never be forgotten by the slave family for a lifetime!" Bei Liang Rong said all the polite words, she was captured by his compelling temperament, and she didn't know what to say. But there was always a wonderful feeling in my heart, and there were many words in my stomach that I couldn't say.

Seeing this, Zhao Wuyi realized that the atmosphere was a little awkward, so he changed the topic:

"Madam, the villain heard that you got sick after going out hunting, right?"

"Uh-huh. Bei Liang Rong nodded.

"Have you ever seen anything strange on the hunting ground?" the doctor continued.

"Well," Bei Liangrong struggled to recall the scene of that day, after all, the fright had temporarily made her amnesiac for a while, "I remember that day I seemed to meet a huge white fox. ”

Zhao Wuyi bowed slightly, looked confident, and said:

"Madame must have been stimulated by the white fox, presumably the white fox is not trivial!"

Bei Liangrong once again traced the image of the white fox in her mind, and suddenly found that the white fox was so familiar, as if it had appeared in her life more than once, like an extremely familiar stranger.

"The divine doctor is right, I met the same white fox in my dreams. ”

Zhao Wuyi pinched his fingers, closed his eyes slightly, and made a contemplative appearance, his lips were like the two lips of a fish in a pool, opening and closing slightly, feeling that he was muttering something, but he didn't make any sound.

Seeing this, Zixia figured out: Zhao Wuyi must be casting a spell!

I remember when I was a child, I had a serious illness, and Lang Zhong in the village prescribed medicine to her, but it had no effect at all. But there was no way, Na Langzhong was the only person in the village who knew how to heal, and besides, the village where her family lived was straight to the point, surrounded by mountains, and it was even more difficult to go out to seek medical treatment than to climb to the sky! Just when her mother was in a hurry, the neighbor's aunt proposed to go to the witch in the west of the village to see if he had any way. My mother usually heard that witchcraft is superb, and many incurable diseases in the village have been cured by him one by one, but she has always been skeptical. Zixia's family was in the Chu State, and the witchcraft of the Chu State was already very developed at that time, especially in such a poor and remote country, a large part of the daily affairs of the villagers had to rely on witchcraft, sacrifices, farming, hunting, weddings and funerals...... These are indispensable for the appearance of "witches"!

The mother looked at her daughter who had been asleep for two days and couldn't help but burst into tears: "Try anything anyway." So he went to the west of the village to invite the witch, and without saying a word, the witch was ready to go and came to Zixia's house.

The shaman first spread a white cloth on the ground, sprinkled a layer of white foam on it, and then dipped a small wooden stick in the medicine bottle, and drew on the white cloth with ease, and then a complex and strange red pattern appeared on it. Then, Wu Ji put a white cloth on Zixia's forehead, and his lips moved, just like Zhao Wuyi at this time. Then Wu Qi got up and danced left and right in front of Zixia, like a strange dance, and the cow bones hanging on his body rattled. His hands also have a regular set of movements, sometimes raised above his head, sometimes with his fingers tugging...... After about two quarters of an hour, he miraculously opened his eyes, and saw the grotesque face of the witch in a daze, and could not help but wince and tug at the sheets.

"Xia'er, you're finally awake," the mother cried happily and hugged herself tightly.

......

The only difference is that the face in front of me is so handsome, it is a world of difference from the wrinkled face when I was a child!

"Madam, don't worry, the white fox doesn't mean harmless, it's just ......," Zhao Wuyi suddenly stopped in the middle of speaking.

"Just what?" Bei Liangrong asked curiously.

Zhao Wuyi's eyes rolled and glanced at the maids left and right.

Bei Liang Rong understood, so he ordered the maids to retreat.

"Is there anyone else in Madame's house?" Zhao Wuyi asked.

"No, my only sister has been gone for several years. When Bei Liang Rong said this, her face couldn't help but be gloomy.

Zhao Wuyi continued to ask:

"Madam, if I'm not mistaken, your sister died unjustly. ”

Bei Liang Rong looked at the person in front of her in surprise, and couldn't help nodding:

"The divine doctor is right, my sister was unfortunately killed in the provocation of Beiliang. ”

Zhao Wuyi nodded, the corners of his eyes couldn't help but get wet, but he couldn't say a word out of his mouth, like a fish in his throat. It was as if he had a thousand words to say, but he was silenced. He felt that every second at this moment was a different kind of long, like last night's dripping, drop by drop like glue, but he felt that time was like an arrow, like a white horse passing through a gap, and in a blink of an eye he met Bei Liangrong again, her face was still so delicate, and her voice was still as immature as before, but he found that she was much haggard, maybe because of illness.

"Divine Doctor, Divine Doctor!" Bei Liang Rong woke up the stunned Zhao Wuyi.

"......" Zhao Wuyi came back to his senses, "Xiaomin has been rude, and I hope that Mrs. will forgive me!"

Bei Liang Rong stared at him silently, with an inexplicable feeling stirring in her heart.

"Madam, after taking the medicine I prescribed, you will be cured. However, you still have to pay attention to maintenance, as for the white fox, if you meet it again, you don't have to worry, just treat it as a passerby. Say goodbye first!"

Bei Liang Rong personally sent Zhao Wuyi outside the hall, looking at his familiar and unfamiliar back, some pictures of his childhood flashed in his mind, vague, but nostalgic......