230. Mulberry elm in the eastern corner

"Sit down. ”

Seeing the arrival of the two, Sima Wenzhi ignored the person who supported him, and directly commanded Ming Ling. Ming Ling didn't make a move after hearing this, with tears in her eyes, she bit her lip and looked to the side.

"Yesterday you were unintentional, I never thought that you would be punished, and you were also at fault. Seeing this, Sima Wenzhi said.

"It's also an unintentional mistake. After that, he explained further.

After Mingling heard this, she no longer insisted.

Seeing a seat on the side, she walked there and knelt down. When I bent down and knelt, I felt like I was pulling a wound on my back, and I couldn't help but snort in pain.

Seeing this, Sima knew what the severe punishment she had received. After thinking for a few breaths, he stretched out his fingers and spoke at the same time.

"Reach out. ”

"Stretching out for what?" Mingling asked, not knowing.

"Take your pulse. Sima Wenzhi shook his fingers, motioning for her to check, and at the same time explained.

Ming Ling hesitated a little after hearing this, and after more than a dozen breaths, she made a decision and slowly stretched out her left hand. Sima Wenzhi immediately took the pulse and investigated the details of the veins in her body.

It has been inferred that Ming Ling's punishment was flogging. After taking the pulse, it was confirmed that some of the acupuncture points on her back had been occluded.

In addition, the five elements of the breath in Ming Ling's body were disordered, indicating that when she was whipped, her internal organs were also damaged. Fortunately, it is disordered, it has not been broken, it is only a concussion, not a serious injury.

After finding out, he got up and found pen, ink and paper, took out the ink block, and grinded it carefully.

It takes a lot of time to study ink, and Sima asked him to take the opportunity to decide what to write in his heart.

In the Shangqing Zongqi Huang Yao Operation, there are some magic recipes for invigorating blood and muscles, which can relieve Ming Ling's pain at this time, and there will be no scars left.

But he wants to give more.

An unintentional fault is also a fault, and it cannot be ignored because it is unintentional. Ming Ling has been punished for 'Wuxin', and he will also have to pay the price for 'Wuxin'.

Everyone's ability is different, and the price they can pay is different. Naturally, he will not suffer from flesh and skin like Ming Ling, otherwise he will overkill. The price he wants to pay is more of a compensation.

When the ink was about to be polished, he had already made a choice. Write down the pen and finish it quickly.

"Do what I wrote, no matter how late it is, send a woman to it. After the pen stopped, Sima Wenzhi dried the ink, handed it to the person who helped Ming Ling, and commanded.

After the servant left, there was no sound in the house. Langya sensed the delicate atmosphere in the house and ran out of the house all the way.

It didn't take long for someone to bring dinner, and the embarrassment in the house was slightly reduced. When the man was gone, he was restored to the way he was.

Sima asked him to be a Taoist and liked to sit cross-legged. After several years of practice, he did not feel uncomfortable sitting for a long time.

Ming Ling is a servant and is used to kneeling. But after kneeling in Sima Wen's house for a moment or two, she felt uncomfortable and began to move her legs to reduce the pain.

"The house was stuffy, so I went out for a walk. When someone brings something, I'll come back. Seeing this, Sima asked and walked out with an excuse.

He said that he was going out for a walk, but the time had passed, and the sky was about to get dark, and he had nowhere to go. Seeing that Langya didn't go far, he walked over to stay with her.

The move was extremely sensible, and it was expected that only one hour of medicine would need to be boiled, and it would not be until the end of the day that someone hurriedly arrived. He did not ask why, but led the man into the house.

After there was only one person left in the room, Ming Ling no longer felt restrained. After kneeling for a long time, she got up from her seat and sat down on the edge of the bed.

When Sima Wenzhi brought people in, she was already leaning against the bedpost and about to fall asleep. After hearing the noise, he hurriedly got up, and in a panic, he pulled the wound again.

When the servant left before, Sima Wenzhi had instructed a woman to send things back. It was not useless to do so, and the prescription he prescribed was used both internally and externally.

After informing the female relatives how to apply it, Sima Wenzhi walked out of the house again.

In his heart, a woman's name was precious, even if the servant himself was insignificant in the eyes of others.

Two hours later, the woman came out of the house and returned to her life. Sima Wenzhi knew that the house had been cleaned up, and walked back to the house with Langya.

"What kind of medicine is this, after applying it, it is very comfortable. Seeing him enter the house, Ming Ling took the initiative to ask.

"Passed down from the ancestors, it is used to invigorate blood and muscles. Sima asked Zhi to know that she was fine, and opened his mouth to respond.

His ancestors were all emperors and were not proficient in medicine, so the term "ancestor" is not appropriate. But it's just inappropriate, not wrong. Fang Zi came from the sect, and the ancestors of the Shangqing Sect were also his ancestors.

"It's just that the decoction is too bitter, can you not use it next time?" Ming Ling nodded after hearing this, and then said the request.

Sima Wenzhi heard the request, walked to Mingling, and picked up the soup bowl beside her.

She didn't drink cleanly, and there was still a little left at the bottom of the bowl, so Sima Wenzhi dipped some of his fingers and put them in his mouth to taste.

After a few turns of his tongue, he knew why the decoction had arrived late.

In the previous prescription, he did not specify the year of the herb. After Fang Zi was seen by Tuoba Longyang, he did not use the inventory in the house, but sent people to the city to buy the best herbs of the old age.

It's a lot of work.

Although it is delayed, the older the herb is, the better the effect. At the same time, after ingestion, the bitterness becomes stronger. What Ming Ling said was correct, the decoction was extremely bitter, almost unbearable.

"I can't give it up. It is applied externally for pain relief and taken internally for disease relief. Moreover, decoction has other effects. Sima asked.

"What other effect?" Mingling asked curiously.

"Beautify the face and dispel poison. Sima Wenzhi looked at Ming Ling and responded at the same time.

"Really?" Mingling's face was suspicious and happy, and she asked suspiciously.

"Does your back still hurt?" Sima asked rhetorically.

After hearing this, Mingling understood, and her doubts receded, leaving only a look of joy on her face.

The cardamom years are when women begin to mind their appearance. Sima Qianzhi's response was right in Mingling's heart, and the resentment in its heart began to dissipate.

"Childe, when will the next decoction be delivered?" he spoke again, his attitude completely different from before.

"It's not too early, let's rest early. Sima asked without replying, and opened his mouth to remind.

Mingling was a little disappointed, but she didn't dare to disobey anymore and got up to leave the bed.

"You sleep in a bed. Seeing this, Sima asked and opened his mouth to stop it. Without waiting for her to speak, he walked directly to the side and sat cross-legged with his back to her.

Ming Ling didn't insist, and lay on the bed with her face down.

"Childe, your ancestor is a disease doctor?"

After lying on her stomach for a while, Ming Ling couldn't sleep because of something in her heart, so she tilted her head to the house and asked.

"Yes. Sima asked in the affirmative.

"Is there a way to get rid of facial acne?" asked Ming Ling again.

"Yes. Sima asked and replied.

"Is there a way, without spices, to make people smell in their own bodies?" Mingling's interest increased.

"Yes, too. Sima asked, and his response was brief and affirmative.

And so on, one asks, the other responds. Halfway through, Ming Ling stopped asking and went to sleep with a satisfied look on her face.

Although she was whipped, she received many promises from Sima Wenzhi, and in her opinion, the beating was nothing.

Blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, and the east corner is mulberry.