Zhang Xiaolin was stunned when he heard that the little Lori lying on the ground was actually Wu Zetian.

The surrounding people surrounded Zhang Xiaolin, vying for him to see a doctor.

"Little Divine Doctor, help me take a look and see if I'm sick?"

"Zhang Gongzi, I can't sleep at night, I don't have energy during the day, can you help me take the pulse?"

"Little Imperial Doctor, you must save me, I eat seven or eight meals a day, and I am still very hungry, and I am getting thinner and thinner day by day, and I am weak. ”

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Zhang Xiaolin was completely speechless, and Dr. Fu's face was even more blue and red, and he left in a huff.

Zhang Xiaolin bent down and rubbed a few times clockwise in the lower abdomen of little Lori Wu Cao, after inducing qi into the body, he had a little spiritual power in his hand, and after a few laps, the spiritual power was exhausted, and Zhang Xiaolin was dizzy and almost fainted.

At this time, Xiao Lori slowly opened her eyes, looked around, and did not look panicked at all, Zhang Xiaolin sighed in her heart, she is not an ordinary person in the end, she is strong in her heart, and she is not shocked when she encounters things.

Seeing Zhang Xiaolin's stupid appearance, Zhang Chunwang was a little worried, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Xiaolin, Xiaolin, what's wrong with you?"

Zhang Xiaolin came back to his senses and said, "It's okay." ”

Carefully recalling the Romance of the Sui and Tang Dynasties he had read in his previous life, as well as some history books, Zhang Xiaolin suddenly found that his memory was many times better than before, and the knowledge before the crossing was now very clear in his mind, including those forgotten memories, which seemed to have all recovered.

It is now the ninth year of Zhenguan, and the Dragon Boat Festival is about to pass, Zhang Xiaolin feels that there seems to be a major event related to Wu Cao.

After thinking about it carefully, it suddenly dawned on me that Wu Zetian's father, the Governor of Jingzhou, seemed to have died shortly after the Dragon Boat Festival, and Tang Gaozu Li Yuan also died at this time.

Oh my God, something big is coming!

The emperor is going to die, and his grandfather is the director of the hospital, so he can't go back quickly.

The middle-aged woman saw that Wu Cao had woken up and seemed to have no problem, so she said to Zhang Xiaolin: "Thank you Zhang Gongzi, there is a silver ingot here, and I hope that Xiaogongzi will not dislike it." ”

"Haha, saving lives and helping the wounded is the duty of a doctor, and it doesn't have to be like this. ”

"No, my martial family is a big family, how can I owe you a favor from a child's family? ”

"Auntie, you really don't have to. Zhang Xiaolin hurriedly excused himself, suddenly thought about it, and smiled on his lips: "If this little sister insists on thanking, sign it for me, right?"

"Signature?" The middle-aged woman and the little Lori Wu Cao were stunned.

"Just find a piece of paper, write your name, and take it as a souvenir. ”

Everyone laughed for a while, it seems that this little doctor is so young, he shouldn't have taken a fancy to other people's little girls.

Zhang Xiaolin didn't care about this, and directly borrowed the four treasures of the study from the shop next to him and handed them to Wu Cao.

Although Wu Cao was puzzled, he was still happy on the paper. wrote his name crookedly: Wu Cao. When the little hand rested on the pen, a little blood stain was imprinted on the signed paper, and Wu Cao exclaimed: "Oops, it's dirty, it's dirty." ”

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. Zhang Xiaolin was like a treasure, blew the ink on the paper, and carefully put it into his arms.

At this time, a young Taoist priest with a goatee happened to pass by, and when he saw this scene, he was very strange, so he stopped and looked at Zhang Xiaolin with a strange expression.

Zhang Xiaolin put away Wu Zetian's autograph, stared at the middle-aged woman and Wu Cao with his eyes tightly and said: "I see that my little sister has a black brow, it should be that your dearest person is seriously ill, you hurry back to your hometown, and maybe you can see your father." ”

"What nonsense are you talking about? My brother Wu Dudu is in the prime of life, and his body has always been tough. The middle-aged woman said unhappily.

"I'm just observing the face and telling each other bluntly, there is a way, there are unpredictable circumstances in the sky, believe it or not. Zhang Xiaolin turned around and left quickly.

The young Taoist priest looked at Zhang Xiaolin's distant back, and muttered: "It's interesting, I can't see through it, this person is not a thing in the pool." ”

Wu Cao looked at the middle-aged woman and said, "Auntie, my niece is also homesick, and I ask my aunt to send someone back to Jingzhou as soon as possible." ”

Although Wu Cao made a decision immediately, but the mountain is high and the road is far away, he still failed to see his father for the last time, and it is precisely because of this incident that Zhang Xiaolin's god-like image has left an indelible impression in her heart, sixty years later, this signature with Wu Zetian's menarche blood saved the lives of more than 100 members of the Zhang family, which is a later story.

The young Taoist priest's name was Li Chunfeng, and when he saw this scene on the street, he didn't dare to slack off, and immediately ran back to the Taoist temple in the western suburbs.

A gray-haired middle-aged Taoist priest was meditating in the view, and when he saw Li Chunfeng stumbling in, he couldn't help but scold: "How many times have I told you, you have to be calm, it's no big deal, what's the panic!"

"Master, you asked me to go down the mountain to see the girl from the martial arts, I really encountered something strange today. ”

"You should talk to the teacher carefully. ”

Li Chunfeng didn't dare to hide any details, so he told the scene he saw on the street in detail.

"You said that Imperial Physician Zhang's grandson asked the martial artist for an autograph?" The middle-aged Taoist priest lowered his head, carefully calculated and deduced in his hands, and suddenly exclaimed: "My God, is there a more powerful deduction master in this world than my Yuan Tiangang, who can actually calculate the future of a Jiazi in an instant?"

"Master, what's going on? The heavenly machine can't be revealed, alas, but it doesn't hurt to tell you, you are my apprentice, and it is not a leak, the martial arts girl will be the lord of the world after fifty years, and sixty years later, the descendants of the Zhang family will have a catastrophe, this catastrophe is inevitable, but at this time there is a glimmer of life, this signature may be this line of life." ”

Also, he also asked the martial girl to go back to his hometown immediately, saying that he might be able to see his father for the last time, and was scolded by the martial woman. ”

"Wu Cao's father? After speaking, he immediately closed his eyes, and immediately exclaimed: "This is the will of heaven, even if the martial girl is fast, she will definitely not see his father." ”

"Why?"

"Although I was in time for it, but, as fate would have it, Wu Cao didn't have the chance to send his father to the end, but this kid didn't figure it out, haha. Yuan Tiangang saw that Zhang Xiaolin's deduction was not as good as his own after all, and his heart was greatly relieved, how did he know that Zhang Xiaolin was not a deduction warlock at all, but he was only familiar with the time.

Since he didn't see Zhang Xiaolin himself, Yuan Tiangang didn't know what the child's fate was, and he couldn't help but have a strong interest in him when he heard Li Chunfeng say that he couldn't see through it at all.

"I must go to Zhang's Mansion one day, and I will meet this demon for a while. After Li Chunfeng left, Yuan Tiangang muttered to himself.