Chapter 14: Imperial Doctor

"Try it, the queen mother, you can't save your son when he dies!"

"Bah, what is not dead, you are the prince, if you die, the world will not be over. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 info "The queen is not happy.

The prince was wrapped tightly, and the queen couldn't do it, so she had to give it a try, but the result only made the prince feel a little better, and the prince still hummed in pain. The queen wanted to call the imperial doctor again, but the prince refused to live or die.

"You stubborn temper! I was retaliated against by Imperial Doctor Wen last time, I'm afraid, who let you bully his little doctor, but then again, in this imperial doctor, the only thing your mother can trust is Imperial Doctor Wen. The queen mother won't hurt you, the queen mother is just such a baby bump for you, you are like this, so that the queen mother will feel distressed...... Strange, Fu Yan, what about the jade around your neck?" The queen was halfway through her chatter, noticing that the crown prince was missing a red rope around his neck, and she was so frightened that the six gods were gone.

"It's all that damn groping. ā€

"Which groping knuckle?"

"What is it called, Xian Zhushou, I heard the little rash say that it was a bachelor of Hanlin. ā€

"It's him!" the queen mused.

"Alright, I'll go get some sleep. The prince didn't want to listen to the queen's ramblings, so he fell asleep on the bed.

This sleep was extremely painful, with a face on top and an ass on the bottom, and it was uncomfortable to sleep. After taking a nap, the prince decided not to sleep, and wanted to go back to his uterus, which was quiet and quiet. The queen was worried about the prince and wanted to follow, but the prince said, "You don't wait for your father?"

The little rash was outside the Kunci Palace at this time, and when he saw the prince coming out, he was distressed: "Oh, His Royal Highness the Prince, what's wrong with your face, the slave remembers that you didn't fall on the face, oh yo, this is a painful killing of the minion, what is the swelling of such a good-looking face of His Royal Highness." ā€

The prince thought about it, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong with his face, Xiao Rash didn't say so, he thought it was from a falling horse, and then he remembered that he just fell his butt at that time, what was going on?

On the way to the palace, he met a man who stopped in the middle of the road to prevent the prince from passing.

"Wen Jun, you are bold!" Xiao Rash shouted in a unique voice, and it was the imperial doctor Wen Jun that the queen said about standing in the way.

"Prince, your injury is not light, let me take a look!" Wen Jun is over seventy years old, but it is rare for his face to be ruddy and not old, but he is old, his face is not old, his voice is old, and he stares at the prince with a bad smile for the old disrespect.

"Don't, you still stay where you are comfortable, this prince has a destiny, and this little injury can't die. The prince ducked to the side.

"Well, you can't die, but looking at you like this, you can sleep enough, do you sleep with your ass or your face?" Wen Jun was tall and didn't move in front of the prince.

The prince can't answer if he thinks about it, he has already tried it just now, if he sleeps on his back, his butt hurts, if he sleeps on his stomach, his face hurts, and if he sleeps on his side, his face and buttocks hurt.

"Prince, why don't you let Imperial Doctor Wen show you?" said the little rash cautiously.

"Okay...... Stinky old man, let's speak first, you can't declare your personal vendetta anymore, the person who bullied you last time was the wrong prince, and your anger is out, this time you have to take a good look at the illness of the prince. The prince relented.

"Look at what you said, let's go. Imperial Doctor Wen turned around and followed the prince towards the palace.

Two years ago, the prince passed by the imperial hospital once, and Ding Mao, the little apprentice of the imperial doctor, recklessly bumped into the prince, and the prince had just been angry with Qiao Yang at the queen mother, and was looking for someone to beat him.

Ding Mao is Wen Jun's favorite apprentice of Wen Imperial Doctor, Wen Jun was immediately so angry that his beard flew to both sides, but he didn't dare to take the prince for a while.

Later, the prince had a cold, and the imperial doctor was called by the queen to treat the prince, and remembered that his beloved little apprentice was still lying on the bed and couldn't get up, and the imperial doctor moved his mind of revenge, he made the prince laugh for three days and three nights, and the mouth and eyes were crooked, and then he cried for three days and three nights, crying so that his nose and eyes were swollen and high, and then he itched all over his body for three days and three nights, scratching the skin and flesh, and the blood was stained.

Therefore, although the prince's wind and cold finally improved, the nine days of inhuman torture made the prince feel palpitations when he thought about it.

The terrain of the Imperial Palace is high, and when he went up the steps in front of the palace, Imperial Doctor Wen suddenly stopped leaving, and his eyes were staring in the direction of the Imperial Garden.

"Stinky old man, twisted tendons?"

Imperial Doctor Wen stroked his beard, his eyes still resting on a corner of the imperial garden, ignoring the prince.

It was the backyard of Yuehua Palace, and although it was far away, you could still see a wisp of white smoke rising from Nana.

Imperial Doctor Wen wrinkled his nose and said, "What did you smell?"

"No, what's wrong with you, Lord Wen?" the little rash sniffed into the air, making sure he didn't smell anything.

"It's a little sweet, like ...... Osmanthus cake in the Queen Mother's Palace!" said the prince.

"Well, yes, that's what it smells like. Alas...... , it seems that it should come and have to come. Imperial Doctor Wen shook his head.

"What should come?" the prince did not understand.

"Nothing, let's go inside. ā€

The prince no longer asked, these old things like to say that they are half hidden and half played.

Imperial Doctor Wen did not use medicine this time, nor did he use acupuncture, but used healing, the prince was surprised: "Old man, you will also do this trick, this prince still thinks that you are old-fashioned, you can heal the father of the emperor Why still go to find the concubine, just look for you, that ugly girl will make people lose their appetite when they look at it, and the father who lost her also spoiled her as a concubine." ā€

"Prince, you have to keep it a secret for the old man, in this palace, except for Ding Mao, you are the second to let the old man use the healing technique. ā€

"Really?" the prince laughed, this old man can lie better than him, who in the court doesn't have a little ability to show off, obviously knows how to heal but doesn't say it, isn't this the self-defeating official Luke's wealth.

"It's not a good thing to have great skills, Your Highness will understand it later. Your Highness, I see that your muscles and bones are good material for practice, if Your Highness doesn't dislike it, it is better to let the old man accept an apprentice. ā€

"Do you want to accept Prince Ben as an apprentice? What to teach me? Healing or medical skills, haha, old man, Prince Ben doesn't have time to study medicine with you, in a word, I'm not interested!"

"Hehe, is it!" Wen Jun finished speaking, and slapped his palm on the long case next to him, only to see that the long case did not make a clicking sound, but turned into a pile of sawdust in an instant.

The prince was dumbfounded.

"Big ...... Bold!" The little rash was startled and stopped in front of the prince, but was pushed away by the prince.

"Old man, if you don't say it earlier, teach me quickly!" the prince looked excited after finishing his stay.

"If you don't apprentice, I won't teach!" Wen Jun raised his old face.

"Okay, you are the boss, and the apprentice has kowtowed to the master. The prince was unequivocal, knelt down and knocked his head three times.

"Oh, this ...... What kind of system is this, Wen Jun, you are bold, the prince will be the Ninety-Five in the future!"

"Little rash, what are you talking about, it's just a teacher. Before he Liu Bang became the emperor, didn't he kowtow to others, where did you come from so many twists and turns. You are not allowed to talk about this prince's apprenticeship, I want to learn the master's skills and give Qiao Yang a good look!" The prince sat down proudly, and jumped up again, Wen Jun only healed the wound on his face, and his ass had not had time to heal.

"Since you are my apprentice, Ding Mao is your senior brother, you should be polite to Ding Mao in the future!" Wen Jun looked at the prince and smiled.

"Okay, if it's a big deal, the senior brother will be the senior brother...... No, old man, master, could it be that you accepted me as an apprentice in order to protect Ding Mao? It's not right, since you are so powerful, and you are Ding Mao's master, why don't you teach him kung fu?"

"Practicing the Tao is about qualifications, Ding Mao is talented in medical skills, so it is not satisfactory for him to practice kung fu. ā€

"Okay, hurry up and treat my ass, it hurts to death. The prince said as he took off his pants and pouted his ass at Wen Jun.

"Hmph, since I am your master, I should respect my master. The ass is incurable!" Wen Jun kicked on the prince's gray buttocks.

"Oh......" The prince hissed in pain this time.

The prince was not annoyed when he got up, and pestered Wen Jun to teach him kung fu.

"Stretch out your hand, let me see how the true qi in your body is running?" Wen Jun sat down and said seriously.

The prince lifted his pants and didn't dare to sit down, so he stretched out his wrist towards Wen Jun. Wen Jun probed the prince's hand, first frowned, then raised his eyebrows, and then frowned, so repeatedly, it seemed that something made him hesitate.

"What's the problem?" the prince's hand was sour.

"The kung fu you practiced before was taught by your Taifu, that old puppet kung fu is orthodox and follows the rules, and you practice his mental method steadily, but I found that there was a new breath in your body just a few hours ago, this qi...... It's weird, but it's not evil, and the old man has never encountered such a strange inner breath. ā€

"Strange, this is taught by another master of mine. The prince then gave out the mantra and dish of the south gate.

"Okay!" Wen Jun got up after listening to the shooting, and his old face was swollen red with excitement.

"Master, you're scared to death. Tell me, what's so good?"

"It turned out to be the little brother of Nanmen, the old man has always wanted to meet him, he is a martial arts wizard who is rare to see in a hundred years. Well...... This set of mental methods is not conventional, and all the qi can also be harmonized with each other, and the qi is replenished with qi, which is seamless. Okay, great! Your Royal Highness the Prince, you should practice this method for a few days, and then I will teach you kung fu. It's so subtle that I have to go back and study it. After Wen Jun finished speaking, he didn't wait for the prince to respond, and strode out.

"Old horseman, deceived the prince of Ben, three heads plus a set of mental methods, and just left!" the prince jumped up and pointed at Wen Jun and scolded.

"This old thing is so arrogant to deceive the prince like this...... However, Your Highness, your face is in good condition, and you are as handsome as before. The little rash came forward and looked at the prince's fat face with joy.

"Don't be a sycophant, this prince won't look in the mirror and ask you to flatter, but my face is only beautiful in the eyes of the queen mother and you. The prince sighed.

"How dare a slave be compared to the queen, His Royal Highness has really killed a minion. Your Highness, please lie down, and I'll rub your buttocks. ā€

"Well, this one does. The prince immediately lay on the couch and let the little rash rub his buttocks. The little rash was as soft as a piece of cotton, and the prince gradually fell asleep.