Wu Meiniang remembered the scene of the moon before she and Zhao Wujiang took advantage of the night to spend the night, her cheeks were flushed, and she hummed softly.

"I want to hear Mei Niang's story, can you?" Zhao Wujiang asked softly, glancing at the bed without a trace, where was the secret room.

Wu Meiniang bit her red lips tightly, as if she was disgusted and happy, "But Lord Zhao has been free at night lately, isn't it?" ”

"At the latest tonight, I will come to Zhaoyi Palace." Zhao Wujiang calculated the time, he wasn't sure what the situation would be after going to Su Mansion, how long he would have to delay, but he wanted to come until dark at most.

Wu Meiniang blushed and responded, is it time? So late at night, he wanted to ......

Her cheeks were hot, and Wu Meiniang was holding a delicate and beautiful face.

......

The needle is always accompanied by a comfortable muffled grunt.

The atmosphere was as beautiful as ever, Wu Meiniang's long eyelashes trembled slightly, her beautiful eyes were like water, and she couldn't stop staring at Zhao Wujiang.

"Mother, is there anything on my face?" Zhao Wujiang was puzzled, wiped the silver needle with potion, and then inserted it into Wu Meiniang's body.

Wu Meiniang pouted, her tone was as strong as an empress, "Can I take a look?" ”

"Then why don't you take a closer look?"

Zhao Wujiang's handsome face was enlarged in Wu Meiniang's eyes, and he came up, and his majestic manly aura hit his face.

Wu Meiniang blushed and dodged, her heart was pounding, and she exhaled like an orchid, and she said angrily: "You have to inch in." ”

But she didn't push Zhao Wujiang away.

She seems to be shy and timid, like a happy look, like a red lotus blooming, so beautiful that she can't be seen.

"It's beautiful!"

Zhao Wujiang sighed from the bottom of his heart.

Wu Meiniang's red lips curled, she couldn't help but be overjoyed, she raised her chin, "This palace is naturally extremely beautiful!" ”

"My heart has remembered." Zhao Wujiang resumed his sitting, thinking all about it, and then smiled.

Wu Meiniang, who was looking forward to Zhao Wujiang's next move, was a little disappointed, but she saw the anxiety hidden in Zhao Wujiang's expression.

He is already a secretary and a young eunuch, and he wants to come to me with a lot of important things, and he is worried about me, what can I do for him...... A trickle flowed in Wu Meiniang's heart, and her eyes looking at Zhao Wujiang became more and more flooded.

......

At noon, Chang'an City.

"Drive!"

Zhao Wujiang and Wang Yifang galloped on horseback and went to General Su's mansion.

Su Dingfang lived in the east of Chang'an, and the mansion was personally rewarded by Li Shimin when he was alive, covering a vast area.

The gate of the Su Mansion is closed, but the curtain is new.

There are two green jade stones standing at the door, symbolizing that Su Dingfang is the pillar stone of the Tang Dynasty today.

Zhao Wujiang and Wang Yifang dismounted, and the latter stepped forward and lightly clicked the knocker.

After a while, the housekeeper of Su Mansion opened the door.

As the saying goes, the prime minister's concierge seven-rank official, as the old housekeeper of the Su Mansion, even if he does not have an official position and body, his status and power are not comparable to ordinary small officials.

The three of them saluted each other, and then, the old housekeeper took the two of them through the hall, and the three of them did not say anything along the way, and the entire Su Mansion was extremely quiet.

Zhao Wujiang noticed that the old housekeeper was full of hope when he opened the door, but after seeing that the doctor recommended by Wang Yifang was actually a person who looked like a teenager, the old housekeeper's eyes suddenly swelled with endless disappointment.

Soon, the three of them arrived at the door of General Su's room.

There were two people standing at the door, a man and a woman.

The woman was wearing a pale yellow dress, fluffy green silk, her eyes were full of moisture, and her face was full of sadness, which was Su Dingfang's granddaughter Su Huayi.

The man was burly, with a knife, full of murderous energy, obviously in a very bad mood, he was Su Huayi's elder brother and Su Dingfang's grandson Su Zhan.

"Second Young Master, Fifth Miss. This is Zhao Wujiang, Lord Zhao, who was recommended by Lord Wang. ”

Although the old housekeeper didn't have much hope for the young Zhao Wujiang, he still introduced Su Huayi and Su Zhan.

"Lord Zhao Wujiang?" Su Huayi's eyes lit up, but they quickly dimmed, although she had admiration for Zhao Wujiang, she knew that Zhao Wujiang was brilliant and decent, but now it was a matter of medical skills and her grandfather's life.

She sighed in her heart, she had expectations for Zhao Wujiang, but she didn't believe that Zhao Wujiang could heal her grandfather, so many old doctors who invaded adultery were helpless, he was so young, could he do it?

But Su Huayi still bowed to the blessing.

Su Zhan had a cold face, in recent days, he has seen many so-called doctors with wonderful hands rejuvenating every day, constantly entering and leaving the Su Mansion, but none of them have been unable to cure his grandfather's illness.

He was full of anger and held back uncomfortably, and now that he saw Zhao Wujiang and looked at his young appearance a few years younger than himself, he felt that what was the use of being born well? Is it possible to heal people by growing up to look good? He snorted angrily:

"It's all quacks!"

"Brother!" When Su Huayi heard this, he hurriedly grabbed Su Zhan's hand holding the knife and motioned him not to say anything more.

The old butler sighed, his face full of apologies.

Zhao Wujiang's expression was indifferent, knowing the current situation, he was not angry, he just quietly followed behind the old butler and pushed the door in.

When I entered the room, I was greeted by an old man lying on the bed.

The old man had silver hair, his face was resolute, angular, his face was wrinkled like a trench, and the corners of his mouth were faintly bloodshot.

Standing next to the bed were three third-class doctors from the Tai Hospital, dressed in the costumes of the Tai Doctor.

"Old lady, Lord Wang has brought a new doctor." The old butler bowed.

"Is it a kid of the Wang family? Oh? Did you bring a new doctor? Hehe, I have a heart. Ahem. Su Dingfang spoke, kind and gentle, not like a battle-hardened killing god.

Wang Yifang and Zhao Wujiang approached, and Wang Yifang saluted respectfully, a little more respectful than when he met Li Zhi in the court.

Zhao Wujiang also bent over, and he had great respect for veterans like Su Dingfang who defended the Tang Dynasty and the people.

"What's your name?" Su Dingfang looked at Zhao Wujiang, his eyes were like torches, like knives, like swords!

He saw that Zhao Wujiang was a martial artist who had already entered the house.

"Old man, the boy's surname is Zhao Wujiang."

"The boy of the Wang family recommended you, I think you should have some ability. I wonder if I can cure the old man? ”

As soon as Su Dingfang's voice fell, the three old doctors came over one after another, they had more or less heard a lot of Zhao Wujiang's name, the so-called Tang Shikui, the invigilator of the imperial examination some time ago, the popular courtier who became an official to the fourth rank soon after entering the palace, and so on.

But so what? The three old ladies thought to themselves, does the official to the fourth grade have anything to do with being able to cure diseases and save people?

Their eyes are full of coldness, and they don't know how many years they have been invading the medical path, and they can't cure General Su, and a yellow-mouthed child to them is also trying to cure them?

The three old ladies snorted coldly unabashedly, but in the Su Mansion, they didn't say too much ridicule.

Zhao Wujiang's face changed slightly, not because of the old lady's attitude.

Looking at it, he had already roughly determined why all the imperial doctors were helpless under Fang Cai's observation.

Su Dingfang is going to die! There is no way to return to heaven!

Despite this, it was not yet the last moment, and he didn't want to give up, so he decided to take a closer look at the situation in Su Dingfang's body.

"Boy, I don't know, but, boy, I want to give it a try!"

He clenched his fists and said in a deep voice.

The boy is full of spirit!