The fourth master of the Qing Dynasty escaped from his concubine

"Welfare is the benefit promised to you."

The little medicine boy smacked his forehead, and suddenly felt a lot of inspiration: "Well~ I understand this, there is an idiom called painting a big cake."

"You have no understanding like anyone else, you are just misunderstanding me." Qian Lanlan covered her face, feeling that her brother had caused her a lot of harm.

He scolded the dog again and said she was deceiving others.

Unjustly accused——.

Misunderstood?

The little drug boy really didn't know what was wrong. He looked at the wronged Qian Lanlan with an innocent look and thought to himself, please forgive me for being stupid.

Qian Lanlan also had a good nature, so he didn't care about this matter with him. He just put his fingers on his brows and caressed them, slowly, and then said:

"I can cure this poison for you."

The little medicine boy was surprised and happy after hearing this, and was stunned for a few seconds. But soon after those few seconds passed, his heart calmed down again, and he asked weakly: "Is this...possible?"

Question my strength?

Qian Lanlan was dissatisfied, stood up and slapped the table and shouted, "Why is it impossible?"

My heart was filled with confidence and anger.

The little medicine boy was so frightened that he lost his mind, sweated for a while, and quickly said a few words to make amends: "Maybe, maybe."

Seeing the angry man sitting down again, he shouted a word of certainty: "Maybe"

"It's impossible for me to do anything if I don't have enough money." She blew her nose, her heart was higher than the sky when she spoke, but she was determined to achieve what she wanted to do.

After calming down Qian Lanlan's irritability, the little Yaotong said worriedly: "But, my illness is not a one-day illness, it took ten years to get through it."

Now that he's here, it's Qian Lanlan's turn to comfort the fragile little boy. She said, "Your poison is indeed like boiling a frog in warm water. It seeps into the texture step by step and boils your skin black."

The little medicine boy lowered his head and rubbed the black skin on his hands, which was as black as carbon. He listened to the words coming from above and fell into deep thought silently.

"Can I clear my name?" He raised his head and asked.

"Of course you can't wash away the drippings." Qian Lanlan turned his head towards the psychic eyes on the ground and said in a deep voice like rock and jade: "Of course I need to take a dose of strong medicine and soak it in."

"Strong... strong medicine?" The little medicine boy looked at the money rotten in fear, and unconsciously clasped the skin on his hand in worry, but his heart was focused on the three words "take a dip".

"Hmm -" Qian Lanlan made a long nasal sound, his eyes could clearly see the little drug boy's movements, and he could clearly understand the little drug boy's psychology in his heart.

"Are you scared?" she asked in a dark voice, her eyes as sharp as an eagle scanning the deep forest in the dark night.

The little medicine boy looked up and saw the beautifully curved mouth opening and closing.

"Don't you want to take a medicated bath?"

Exactly what he was thinking, his little heart skipped a beat, his Adam's apple turned in a small circle, and then the little medicine boy found his voice: "Yes, yes."

"Do you have a shadow?" Qian Lanlan asked directly, his eyes like sharp knives, cutting through the dark skin on the little Yaotong's heart.

He responded sincerely: "Yes."

After soaking in the poison for so many years, he still needs to soak up the antidote. Will he have to endure another ten years of hard work?

"Relax, okay?" She comforted the poor, thin child with a gentle voice, and occasionally uttered some heart-warming and iron-clad words:

"They say it's a powerful medicine, it will definitely kill you!"

She talks a lot, and her pronunciation is inevitably unclear.

The little medicine boy was so frightened that he looked at the door at the back in panic.

"A slip of the tongue means that the medicine can cure the disease, and the medicine can cure the disease." She patted her mouth, apologetically holding back the boy who was about to run away, and then gave the medicine boy a sedative.

"Make sure it's a one-time pain, and the poison will be gone."

The little medicine boy clenched the skin on his hands in fear and asked dubiously: "Really?"

Finally, the little mouth muttered again: "In this way, all these years of hardship can be in vain?"

This this……

It’s obvious that you don’t believe it!

"Little medicine boy, don't you have any trust in me?" She said sadly, reaching out to rub the corners of her eyes, and the little tea in her hand was mixed with her eyelashes.

When the people below heard the sound, they raised their heads. An obvious tear trail appeared on the white and tender face. There were a few beads on the eyelashes, and the tears rained down, looking very pitiful.

It's itchy in the little drug boy's heart.

This is the legendary pear blossom with rain.

However, the scene changed too quickly. This woman was tough when she was tough, and cried when she was soft.

"I, I just have some concerns." He said cowardly, which fully aroused Qian Lanlan's tears.

As if he had found a gap, Qian Lanlan swept away his sadness, squatted down, and asked passionately: "What are you worried about? Open your heart and tell your sister."

The little drug boy was so frightened by Qian Lanshan's ever-changing expression that he was stunned and couldn't even move his eyes. He just looked at Qian Lanshan stupidly.

"If this can be cured, my master will also become suspicious."

As soon as these words hit Qian Ruanlan's mind, she suddenly woke up.

Standing up, she walked around the little medicine boy, holding her chin with her hand, frowning, and lost in thought.

He was right. Qian Lanlan was shocked when she thought of a little black pig being instantly transformed into a little white pig, let alone the master she had watched for ten years?

People have long been tired of the little disciple's black skin, but suddenly she is white and tender, and the young man has to come to her to argue.

This is not a big deal, the point is that this guy wants to stay with Lao Ning'er as a medicine boy.

It won't help to clear him up, sooner or later he will change back.

It seems that this kid really revealed the secret, and he has already guessed that she just has the ability to draw big cakes.

You finally caught an opportunity and just let it go?

Qian Lanlan was unwilling to give in and stood there without moving his hands and feet, thinking for a while.

The look he looked at the little medicine boy conveyed this message: My child, listen, I will continue to draw you a pie!

"Hehe." She smiled, her white teeth blinding the little medicine boy.

Shaking his head, the little drug boy's eyes were confused. A beam of light came down from the top of his head. He had no idea what her smile was about.

"Let's do this. I'll write you the recipe for the antidote first, and you can grab it and soak your feet first to try the effect."

He puffed out two words like a fish bubbling: "Soak your feet?"

"Well -" A pair of smiling eyes looked at the boy's dull face, "The soles of your feet should be no exception."

The young man lowered his head in embarrassment, his thumbs in his black boots moved uncomfortably, and the black claws hidden under his socks seemed to have been pulled out and exposed to the public.

Yes, that's right, even the soles of his feet are black.

"There's no need to be shy," Qian Lanlan smiled without knowing it, crossed his arms, and looked at the prostrate little medicine boy on the ground.     "Doing this will be of great benefit, okay?"

"First, you can use local experiments to test whether my prescription is true or false."

"Secondly, it can hide people's eyes. You are wearing socks and boots. Who knows that your feet and your face are not the same color?"

After finishing speaking, Qian Lanlan deliberately glanced at the little medicine boy's face and said mockingly: "It's so ugly."

"Uh-" He opened his mouth.

Pushing the sparse black flesh on his face, the drug boy felt the burning heat of embarrassment coming over him again. Why was he always holding on to his skin? . !

On purpose, Qian Lanlan provoked him on purpose.

A shortcoming that had been tolerated silently for ten years suddenly turned into a sharp needle, and it was so uncomfortable to pierce it in the eyes.

As long as he wants to remove this needle, then the opportunity will come for him to make money.

To Qian Lanlan's disappointment, the kid finally shook his head, then lowered his head, turning into a dumb idiot who couldn't speak.

"Why?" Qian Lanlan went crazy, stood on the ground and jumped up, bang bang bang, and yelled:

"Big elm!"

The little medicine boy looked at the person in front of him fearfully.

Qian Ruanlan was very fierce, very fierce. It was probably the little drug boy's stupidity that made her angry.

To be precise, her plan was about to go awry. She was so angry that she had to stamp her feet to calm down.

"Don't you want to become gray?" She scratched her head, her hair was a little messy, her tone was rough, her chest was rising and falling, and her eyes were a little scarlet.

"I think so." He scratched his ears, pursed his lips, and looked cowardly at the corners of Qian's rotten eyes, not daring to look directly into her beautiful pupils.

"Then didn't I give you a chance?" Why not cherish it?

Feeling that her chest was about to burst with anger, she stretched out her hand to caress her chest and exhaled one breath after another.

It looked like a chimney emitting black smoke, and its eyes were filled with evil energy. It was hard to tell whether it would turn into a sharp blade and chop up the ignorant guy underneath.

In the smoke-filled scene, the little medicine boy was like a turtle, with his head and tail shrunk, and his body was crawling. No, his body was curled up like an empty turtle shell, covering the ground.

He only opened and closed his mouth slightly.

"Get out of here first!"

Just when the little medicine boy wanted to speak out what was in his heart, the words above him flew towards him as fast as a slap in the face.

Carefully raising his head, timidly glanced at the anger between the brows of the person above him, the little medicine boy took a breath of cool air in his mouth, as if to melt away the flames of anger around him that were doused by the rotten money.

Then he carefully moved his feet back, not daring to say that he was resigning, for fear that if he talked too much, he would make Qian Lanlan even angrier.

Maybe like last time, Aunt Jinling would be called in and someone would take him out and throw him away.

Thinking like this, he felt that he could no longer control others, and it was still honorable to walk out on his own, so he carefully backed out and gently closed the door.

In the crack of the door, the person sitting on the chair was still full of anger, and the hand holding the cup was curled up very hard.

It wasn't until he heard the door closing sound that was as light as his breathing that the little medicine boy took a long breath and let out the fear in his heart.

Sticking out his tongue, the little medicine boy straightened his crooked head. He was about to reach out to squeeze and stretch his exhausted waist, but when he raised his head, he was immediately frightened.

A group of minions were spread out in darkness on the corridor, guarding the... sheep here like a fence.

There are too many people here, right?

The little medicine boy was surprised but didn't ask much about the reason.

He knew clearly in his heart, touching his injured butt that had not yet healed, that everyone was of the same mind, and no one who ran away with money would be spared a slap in the face.

Even the person who played the board was killed...

He retracted his gaze towards the corridor, sternly swaying out like a great gentleman.

Going around the corner, there were two forks in the intersection. He grabbed his braided hand and stood pacing back and forth between the two intersections.

On one side is the path to the pharmacy and on the other is the path to the garden.

After finally catching the opportunity, wouldn't it be a pity not to sneak out and have fun? Isn't it stupid to just follow the steps and be tortured by the old man like a beast?

If you can touch fish for a while, you will be greedy and make a profit!

Anyway, the old man didn't know when he rolled out.

After weighing the pros and cons, the little medicine boy resolutely took a graceful step towards the road leading to the garden.

It is a road full of flowers and fragrant.

Walking in the fragrance of flowers, his worries were swept away, his mind was clear, as if he had not been soaked in poison at all, and he was in a happy mood.

This joy only lasted for a short while, and the little medicine boy's sadness came up again. He angrily kicked the big stone under his feet that blocked the green grass and sunlight.

He completely vented his anger towards Lao Ning'er on that innocent stone.

With his hands on his hips, the little medicine boy stretched out his legs and pushed the big stone with all his strength. However, the others had little strength and the big stone seemed to grow out of the ground and remained motionless.

After spending a long time, he finally gave up. He pinched his waist with both hands, shook it, twisted his butt again, opened his arms, and relaxed his muscles.

Then, he jumped up, sat down on it, propped up his chin, and stared at an open space in a daze.

It was an open space with no big trees overhead and no grass competing for sunlight and moisture. It was only covered with white sand.

After looking at it for a while, the distant view changed to a downward view, and the little medicine boy's eyes moved to the green grass under the big stone under his buttocks. They were really stunted in growth.

Lack of sunshine, lack of heaven and earth.

Jumping off the stone, the little medicine boy burrowed under the big stone like a dog digging a hole, and rummaged through the weeds.

His thin, black fingers skimmed over the tender grass. He found a small and thin Zhuzhu that was about to crunch just like him, dug up the soil, and uprooted it from the damp ground.

Place it on the sand, dig the soil from the center of the sand with your bare hands, dig a small hole, pick up the falling bead plant, and carefully place it securely on your body.

After holding another stick of soil to firmly fix the roots, he stood up with satisfaction and admired the masterpiece he had created step by step.

A smile appeared on his dark face unconsciously.

The dazzling sunlight penetrated his eyes like a sharp weapon. He unconsciously put his hand on his brow and narrowed his eyes towards the sun that looked down at the world.

Immediately, his eyes looked towards the high wall again. The sky seemed limited, and the boundless sky outside made him daydream.

And the sky above him was boring him.

Is it time for him to leave this dark life of a dog?

I have been here for ten years, like a stupid bird that can't flap its wings or sing, and can only curl up.

If he continues like this, he may die from this. From his sight, only the nose is visible to him of the organs on his face.

It looks very dark.

Poking his finger, the little medicine boy returned along the original path...

Maybe it would be good to run out with Qian Lanlan and become a desperado.

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