"Prince, it's good that you're here, hurry up and give porridge, our stomachs are all hungry!" The homeless people said unconsciously.

"Okay, everyone comes one by one, all of them!" So the prince gave an enthusiastic order, and everyone obediently followed.

Lord Ji and Lord Zhang had already gotten up at this time, they passed by the soup kitchen, and when they saw the prince's serious appearance, they couldn't help but nod approvingly, especially Lord Ji, when they thought of the prince's performance in the past two days, they were indescribably happy in their hearts, and secretly thought: If the emperor knew what the prince had done in the past two days, he should be very relieved in his heart.

"Master Ji, the official has already arranged it, and the construction can start today." Master Zhang thought for a while.

"Well, this is very good, starting the construction as soon as possible can get the people of Li people out of the danger of flooding one day earlier." Master Ji sighed, and then he unconsciously remembered the instructions of the teacher Shangguan Cuo, so he subconsciously asked: "Lord Zhang, I heard that there are many famous doctors in the southwest, I don't know if Lord Zhang can recommend a few, and it is best to treat Lang Zhong who is deficient in the fetus." ”

"Master Ji, if you want to say that there are really a lot of famous doctors in the southwest, and they have their own factions, but when it comes to the doctor who can treat the disease you mentioned, it is estimated that there is only Dugu Yang!" Master Zhang thought for a while.

"Dugu Yang?" Lord Ji groaned slightly, I don't know who this person is!

"Yes, Dugu Yang, he is one of the elusive barefoot langs of our southwest generation, with a very strange temper, he generally only sees a doctor for the poor, and he doesn't charge a penny. Some dignitaries wanted to invite him to see a doctor, but he sternly refused, so ......" When Lord Zhang said this, he unconsciously looked at Lord Ji, and the meaning of his words was already very clear.

Of course, Master Ji understands the meaning of Lord Zhang's words, it seems that this barefoot Lang Zhong named Dugu Yang has a really strange temper, this kind of person is not for money, and he seems to have some kind of prejudice against high-ranking officials and nobles, it seems that the things that the teacher ordered this time are a little difficult to do.

"That's right, Lord Zhang, where is this barefoot Langzhong named Duguyang now?" Master Ji asked unconsciously.

"This subordinate doesn't know very well, I only know that he walks the people and has no fixed residence, but I heard that he is a drunkard, if Lord Ji wants to find him, then it is better to let the subordinate send someone to ask some restaurants, it is estimated that they may know the whereabouts of this person."

Seeing that Lord Zhang provided such a clue, Lord Ji nodded, and then thanked: "Then trouble Lord Zhang." ”

"Master Ji, you're polite!" Master Zhang said modestly.

More than a month has passed in a blink of an eye, and the prince and Lord Ji have been busy dealing with the flood problem these days, and many unbelievable things have happened during this period, but fortunately, there is no danger, and everything has been solved smoothly.

Seeing that the displaced people have rebuilt their homes, the problem of the overflow of the Wu River has been gradually resolved, and the situation in the southwest is gradually stabilizing, the day of returning to Beijing is also looking forward to the future.

"Lord Ji, Your Highness sees that this southwest issue has been resolved, will we be able to return to Beijing soon?" His Royal Highness the Crown Prince looked at the area of peace and contentment in the southwest today, and the people had something to live and enjoy, and couldn't help but ask subconsciously.

"Yes, His Royal Highness the Prince, we will be able to return to Beijing soon, but there is still one thing that the official has not done yet, and he can return to Beijing with the prince after he is done." Master Ji replied.

"Well, is there anything else Lord Ji hasn't done yet, do you need His Highness's help?" Prince Murong Xuan was not curious.

"Speaking of which, this is a private matter of the official, and it has nothing to do with the flooding of the Wu River, so the prince doesn't have to bother." Seeing that Lord Ji said this, it was inconvenient for the prince to ask.

"Lord Ji, you are right, Dugu Yang, the lower officials have already sent someone to investigate, but unfortunately there is still nothing so far, I am afraid that I will live up to Lord Ji's entrustment." Mr. Zhang couldn't help but be ashamed.

"Master Zhang is too humble, and the official also knows that Dugu Yang is so easy to find, and the official can only pray, hoping that the blind cat can meet the dead mouse and hit his luck." Although Master Ji wanted to complete the entrustment of Captain Shangguan, if he really couldn't do it, then he had no choice but to retreat and find a famous doctor to bring back to the capital.

It is said that on this day, the prince and his entourage inspected along the Wuhe River for a long time, and they didn't feel a little tired all the way, so they planned to find a place to rest and talk.

"Lord Ji, His Royal Highness looks at a restaurant in front of him, why don't we rest here and have some lunch before doing an inspection!"

"Yes, it's fine!" Master Ji didn't feel it.

The restaurant was on a high hill along the Wu River, and at this time, the wine guise was slightly wafting in the wind, and a rich aroma of wine was inexplicably coming from the air.

The prince rode first to the restaurant, then jumped off the horse, and was about to ask, "Is there anyone?" But I saw an old man in tattered clothes squinting and leaning against a tree, looking like he was asleep, so he unconsciously shut up.

"Guest, please, what do you want?" The people inside seemed to hear the movement outside, so they hurriedly ran out to receive them.

"Shhhh The prince glanced at the tattered old man, and unconsciously reminded him.

"Hey, guest officer, you don't know, this old man eats and drinks here every day, and he still sleeps here after eating and drinking, I can't leave!" The shopkeeper looked at the old man with a helpless face.

"Really?" Prince Murong Xuan looked at the old man and asked unconsciously.

"Not really, hey!" As he spoke, the shopkeeper sighed again.

The prince has seen too many homeless people in the southwest during this time, and he has a lot of emotion in his heart, and he can't help but feel ashamed when he thinks of his luxurious life in the palace before.

At this time, he hoped to see more people living and working in peace and contentment, at least not worrying about food and clothing, he looked at the old man's tattered clothes, so he unconsciously said to the shopkeeper: "Shopkeeper, I think that old man is really pitiful, it is better to help him prepare a clean clothes, and also, these days he eats and drinks on my head, I pay for it." ”

"Well, isn't that right?" The shopkeeper looked at Murong Xuan, and then at the old man on the side, his face was a little embarrassed.

"What's wrong, when the road is uneven, draw a knife to help, you just do what I say." Murong Xuan couldn't help but say.

"Okay, then I'll do what the guest officer says!" Seeing this, the shopkeeper hurriedly went in and got a set of clean clothes and came out.

It was said that the old man looked like he was asleep, but in fact he was just closing his eyes to recuperate, and he listened to Murong Xuan and the shopkeeper's words word for word, so he unconsciously opened his eyes and looked at Murong Xuan.

That old man is also a person who has seen the world, and when he saw Murong Xuan's majestic and heroic spirit, he subconsciously guessed that this person must be extraordinary.

"Old man, hurry up and change into this clothes." The shopkeeper saw the old man open his eyes, so he said unconsciously.

"Thank you, the old man doesn't need it, the old man is used to wearing this clothes, but he is not used to changing other clothes, but if you have wine, you can pour a pot for the old man!" As he spoke, the old man untied the wine gourd around his waist and handed it to the shopkeeper.

"This ......" The shopkeeper looked at Murong Xuan and didn't feel embarrassed, he couldn't imagine that this old man was quite stubborn, not only did he not receive people's favor, but he also had to inch in.

"Shopkeeper, help the old man pour it, count it in mine." Seeing this, Murong Xuan said unconsciously, but the old man was at ease and did not refuse.

"Master Ji, please!"

"Lord Zhang, please!" At this time, Lord Ji and Master Zhang also arrived, and they humbly prepared to sit down with each other.

"Shopkeeper, help us serve some food and drinks, don't delay!" At this time, Master Zhang commanded unconsciously.

"Yes!" When the shopkeeper saw that so many people were coming, and they were still wearing official clothes, they knew that it was not small, so they hurriedly agreed, and then hurriedly entered the house to prepare.

"Shopkeeper, my wine gourd!" At this time, the old man cried out at an inopportune time.

"It's coming, it's coming!" The shopkeeper hurriedly took the wine gourd out and handed it to the old man helplessly, and when he saw this, the old man didn't speak, but directly raised his neck and drank it.

At this time, no one noticed the old man, thinking that he was just a stinky beggar who loved to drink, and everyone gathered around, intending to continue patrolling the river after eating.

"Ah, it hurts!" Suddenly, one of the servants fell to the ground and cried out against his stomach, his face was full of pain, as if he had been eaten by insects, and everyone was panicked when they saw this, but they didn't know what to do.

"Go away!" At this time, the old man saw this and pushed everyone away, then knelt on one knee, helped the servant up, and then pulled out a silver needle from his legs and feet, and then tore the clothes on the man's chest, and stabbed it hard somewhere on his chest, and soon a trace of black blood came out, and the servant gradually returned to normal.

"Thank you, thank you, old man." Soon, the official was able to stand up on his own, and he hurriedly thanked him.

"No, healer's parents, I'm just used to it." The old man waved his hand, looking disapproving.

"Are you a Dugu old-timer?" At this time, Master Ji asked instinctively, and he subconsciously guessed from this old man's skills and conduct.

"What, do you know Lao'er?" The old man looked at Master Ji curiously.

"Ah, great, there is nowhere to find the iron shoes, it takes no effort to come, I can't imagine that I met Dugu seniors here, it's really good." Speaking of this, Lord Ji couldn't help but be overjoyed.

"Hmph, I don't like to be related to people, and you don't want to be called by seniors!" Dugu Yang looked at Master Ji, then waved his hand and said, "You are an official, I am a citizen, I don't deal with you." ”

"Old man, you misunderstood, being an official is also for the people, the officials and the people are a family, just like a fish can't do without water." Master Ji couldn't help but explain.

"Hehe, that's all an excuse for you to be an official, who doesn't know that being an official is high, but the people of Li want to be the head of the horse!" Seeing this, Dugu Yang took the wine gourd and sat back next to the original tree, drinking as if no one was around.