Although everyone didn't sleep all night, no one blamed Zhang Xiaolin, Zhang Gongluo just pulled Zhang Xiaolin and held him in his arms, with tears in his eyes, and kept muttering: "It's okay, it's okay." ”

After a night of cultivation, Zhang Xiaolin was in good spirits and clear-sighted, grabbed a steamed bun casually, took a bite, and couldn't help frowning.

It's too hard.

In Zhang Xiaolin's memory, there is no such unpalatable steamed bun.

Let's not talk about before the crossing, even after the crossing, he has always been in the palace, and the food is almost the same as Li Shimin, and the conditions at home are too poor in comparison. As a minister of the imperial court, the steamed buns in the home of the director of the Tai Hospital are so unpalatable, so what about the breakfast eaten at the homes of the common people? Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaolin, who has always been more particular about eating, shuddered.

Cultivation seems to be very nutritious, Zhang Xiaolin felt that the amount of food had increased greatly, although the steamed buns were cold and hard, fortunately, there was millet porridge, Zhang Xiaolin drank four large bowls in a row, Zhang Gong saw that Zhang Xiaolin was still preparing to serve porridge, and hurriedly grabbed his bowl and said: "Enough, enough, don't hold on, suffer, starve like this in the palace." ”

Zhang Xiaolin was eighty percent full, and he had no choice but to give up when he saw this.

"Come, Xiaolin, tell grandpa, how did you operate on the queen's mother, and who else will help you?"

"Nobody? I did the surgery alone. ”

"Then tell me about the operation. ”

Zhang Xiaolin didn't dare to hide it, so he told Zhang Gongluo as it was.

Zhang Gongluo listened and couldn't believe it: "Have you ever seen an operation before?"

"Yes, didn't Uncle Liu come to our house and have operated on horses a few times? I also bandaged the wounds of the rabbits. ”

After hearing this, Zhang Gong's face was black, what is this? Uncle Liu did surgery, it was a gelding! I can't ask anymore, this is a big disrespect.

"Grandpa, I'm full, I want to go out for a walk and play on the street, I'm suffocating these days. ”

When Zhang Gongluo heard it, it was also rare for a child to stay in the palace for so long, so he said to his youngest son: "Chunwang, you take Xiaolin out for a walk." ”

Zhang Chunwang was also imprisoned in the prison for more than ten days, and he was naturally very happy to live a fearful life.

In the ninth year of Zhenguan, the world is settled, and Chang'an City can be said to be a prosperous scene that does not close its doors at night, the road is not forgotten, and the streets and alleys are prosperous.

Zhang Xiaolin looked east and west, and looked at the streets full of priceless Yue kiln celadon and three-color pottery in his previous life, and his heart was full of emotion.

Mutton steamed buns!

Rock sugar gourd!

Every time he went to a snack bar, Zhang Xiaolin couldn't help but buy a few to taste, Zhang Chunwang was surprised, he witnessed Zhang Xiaolin just swallowing four bowls of millet porridge and a big steamed bun came out, is this still his weak twelve-year-old nephew?

Zhang Xiaolin is very proud in his heart, the ancients saw all the Chang'an flowers in one day, and I, Zhang Xiaolin, ate all the Chang'an stalls in one day!

Zhang Chunwang followed behind Zhang Xiaolin, and actually had a little appetite, just as the two were about to eat in all directions, they suddenly heard an exclamation: "Cao'er, Cao'er, what's wrong with you?"

Zhang Xiaolin turned his eyes and saw two gorgeously dressed middle-aged women, squatting down in a panic, and there was actually a child lying on the ground.

Zhang Xiaolin hurried over, as a doctor's vocation, when he saw an emergency patient, he reacted naturally.

Zhang Chunwang was a little anxious, and shouted in his mouth: "Xiaolin, slow down, wait for me." ”

Lying on the ground was a little girl of the same age as Zhang Xiaolin, who was also wearing gold and silver, and she was not an ordinary girl at first glance. But at this time, his face was pale, his brows were furrowed, he was in a cold sweat, his hands were clenched into fists, and he looked very painful.

It turned out to be a little Lori! Zhang Xiaolin smiled secretly.

Squatting down, Zhang Xiaolin pulled the little girl's pulse, fortunately, but the pulse was heavy, obviously painful.

"This little boy, who are you?" The middle-aged woman saw that a little doll could actually take the pulse, and she was also in the style of everyone, but she didn't know if it was reliable or not, and there was a puzzled look in her eyes.

When Zhang Chunwang saw it, he hurriedly said: "We are the family of Master Zhang Gongluo, the director of the Tai Hospital, and we also treated the queen yesterday?"

When the people around heard this, they were all surprised, and their faces showed puzzled looks.

At this time, someone shouted loudly: "Get out of the way, get out of the way, Doctor Fu of the Rejuvenation Hall is here, get out of the way quickly." ”

When the middle-aged woman heard that it was the Doctor of the Rejuvenation Hall, she was also overjoyed, and hurriedly picked up the girl on the ground and said, "There is a doctor who pays for it." ”

Zhang Xiaolin only knew that it was pain, and he didn't know where the little Lori hurt in this song, so he let go of his hand and stood aside silently.

I suddenly remembered that my own eyes could not see the inside of my own body, and I wondered if I could see the lesions in other people's bodies. Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaolin guided the aura in the meridians and entered his eyes.

Sure enough, it's different, although it can't be seen through, you can see that little Lori's whole body exudes a faint layer of mist, especially the heart part, which is actually a layer of pink mist.

Huh, there's a play!

Zhang Xiaolin squatted down again and observed the little girl up close.

The mist in the lower abdomen was a little messy, and there was a hint of pink mist that did not extend all the way down from the lower abdomen.

Could it be menstrual cramps?

That's too small, isn't it?

"Doctor Fu, how is Cao'er?"

The middle-aged woman saw that the doctor had been checking the pulse, and her brows were getting tighter and tighter, and she couldn't help but feel worried.

"The child should have abdominal pain, did he eat something just now?"

"I ate a bunch of rock sugar gourds. ”

"Shouldn't it?"

"This aunt, the little sister is not seriously ill, but the day is coming, go home and take a rest and drink some angelica water. Zhang Xiaolin stood up and hugged his fists.

The middle-aged woman couldn't help blushing, and scolded in a low voice: "What does the little doll know, Hugh is talking nonsense, Cao'er is only twelve years old this year, where is the heavens?" The surrounding cities laughed, and Dr. Fu also looked at Zhang Xiaolin gloatingly, with a rather embarrassed face.

"What are you talking about Taiyi Zhang's family, it turns out that I don't know how to pretend to understand. ”

"Yes, how can there be such a small imperial doctor?"

"That's right, the old man, the young tailor, this Langzhong is still a little older. ”

Doctor Fu stood up and said, "This lady, it's better to take Ling Ai to my Rejuvenation Hall, and I'll take a look at it in my self-study." ”

"That's it, it's hard to pay the doctor. After a pause, he explained: "This is not my daughter, at this time, Wu Dudu's daughter, Wu Cao, Cao'er, you can't have anything." ”

After the middle-aged woman finished speaking, she reached out to hug the little girl, and her hand just reached the little girl's buttocks, feeling wet, and when she let go, she saw that her hands were full of blood, and she couldn't help but be stunned for a while.

The people who watched around naturally saw it, and when Dr. Fu saw it, his old face couldn't help but turn red, and he said, "This, this, how is it possible?"

Zhang Xiaolin ignored the surprised eyes around him, his head buzzed and shouted, Wu Cao, my God, could it be that such a little Lori is the empress Wu Zetian of the first generation in history?