The fourth master of the Qing Dynasty escaped from his concubine

"what are you doing."

Anger surged from the door. When the two heard the sound, they both turned to look at the door.

Seeing the person coming, the little medicine boy knelt down to him without hesitation, "I have seen Lord Beile."

Qian Lanlan looked away, quietly took out the medicine list from the table, rolled it into a ball, threw it at her feet, and then kicked the medicine boy with his toes.

The little medicine boy was lying low, and was suddenly kicked on the buttocks. He stared at the floor and squinted, only to see a foot quietly moving towards him.

There was a bulge under his feet, as if something had been stuffed inside. He reached in and picked up a ball of paper.

Could it be a prescription?

Yes, the little medicine boy quietly stuffed the medicine into his sleeve, and did not change his prostrate posture until the person who came from the door spoke.

However, he didn't wait for the man's golden mouth, but he received a kick in the belly, which made his face turn pale in pain.

A word of disgust fell from above: "Dog slave!"

"Are you sick?" Qian Shanshan couldn't bear to see this kind of bullying of children. He was still a mentally retarded child, and his sense of justice was instantly kicked out by Yinzhen.

Before he could ask what was going on with Qian Lanlang, Yinzhen was suddenly pushed back several steps by Qian Lanlang, with a look of astonishment in his eyes.

"What did you say?"

"I said you were sick!" Qian Lanlan shouted in a loud voice, fearing that he might not hear clearly. I was afraid that even the slaves on the porch outside the door might have heard a little bit, even if they were not deaf.

As a result, the little drug boy, whose face was already pale and bloodless, took another kick. When he looked at Qian Lanlan, he could only see crabs in his eyes.

Please let go!

After all, he couldn't bear it anymore, so Qian Lanlan shut up, no longer angering Yinzhen, and no longer cast his pitiful eyes on the pale-faced child on the ground who was almost dying.

"Get off!"

With an angry roar, as if he had received an amnesty order, the little medicine boy barely stood up to thank him, and then staggered out of the door.

"What are you doing?" Yinzhen put his arms around her waist, causing Qian Lanlan to feel displeased, but she just stood upright like a long pine, not leaning even a little.

"It's nothing." She said, without any warmth in her tone.

Yinzhen frowned when he heard it. He hadn't seen him for a few days, and he seemed to be thousands of miles away.

"Are you blaming me for not visiting you these past few days?"

"No." I wish you would never come again!

She couldn't help resisting, and Yinzhen fell onto the chair behind him while holding her arms, his big hands tightly clasped around her abdomen.

Like a cat with fried fur, she couldn't bear this kind of intimacy. Qian Lanlan put her feet on the ground and tried to get up, but her hands on her waist seemed to be welded with iron and she couldn't break free.

The more they fight, the tighter they become.

"let me go--"

The people behind heard it, with smiles on their faces and no intention of letting go of their hands.

Thinking of the scene just now, he was a little angry. When was the last time Qian Lanlan smiled at him?

He couldn't remember it, it felt like he had never seen her smile.

Just now, he saw the faint smile on her face, which pierced his heart like a thorn and made his boss unhappy.

Thinking of this, his idea of ​​playing around came up.

The hand on his waist moved restlessly to Qian's rotten belly, his fingertips crawling on it like ants.

"What are you doing!" Qian Lanlan yelled angrily, suppressing his blushing face, "Let go!"

But a hand stretched out from behind, pinched her chin, and then came a teasing sentence:

"Smile, give me a smile!"

"Your sister, let go of me!" He shook his face, feeling angry and wanting to laugh at the same time. Qian Lanlan wanted to slap him in the face!

your sister?

"What did you say?..." A sinister voice came, and the movements of his hands did not stop for a moment.

"Ahaha..."

After all, she couldn't hold it back, and Qian Lanlan, who was smiling, rolled over on her back, spreading her hands and feet to try to get away, but because of the table in front of her, her hands and feet hurt.

"Stop now!"

Tears were already clinging to the corners of her eyes unconsciously.

"If you beg me for mercy, I'll let you go." Seeing that Qian Lanlan couldn't laugh or cry, the corners of his mouth curled up and he was in a good mood.

"I beg you, sister!" she yelled, and pushed her elbow back, but she still couldn't stop laughing: "Haha...hehehehehe..."

The person at the back received a poke on his strong abdominal muscles, but felt extremely comfortable, "Mmm~ It's so soft!"

It's utterly hateful!

She laughed so hard that her hands and feet were so weak that she couldn't use her strength, and her elbow hit the hard rock like a cotton fist.

Unable to stand being controlled by others, Qianlanlan shouted: "I will fight with you!"

Shatter to pieces!

She kicked the table hard, and the two of them fell backwards along with their chairs.

As soon as he said it, Yinzhen stretched out his leg and hooked the wooden block under the table, and the two of them hung steadily.

However, Qian Lanlan didn't intend to let Yinzhen go. She trembled and struggled like a squid.

Living up to her expectations, Yinzhen was helpless. His feet hooked on the wooden block became loose and slipped, and the two of them rushed towards the ground behind them.

At the critical moment, Yinzhen rushed to the other side holding Qian's rotten little brain.

She was tightly held against his chest, and the sweet fragrance filled her nostrils, making her feel agitated.

"Do you smell it?" he asked, "What does it smell like?"

She retorted angrily: "The devil knows!"

He smiled and said, "I smelled your fragrance last time."

last time?

Which last time?

Qian Lanlan recalled it carefully. After a while, her face became stiff and her breathing became heavy.

"Remember?" He hugged the person and smiled playfully, then turned the person in his hand to face him directly.

The blush on his face made him feel happy and loved, so he stretched out his hand and pinched it, his eyes filled with affection that touched Qian Lanlan's heart.

If he could no longer understand the emotion in Yinzhen's eyes, Qian Lanlan would simply suspect that she had been infected by the little drug boy's mental retardation to the point of being mentally disabled.

As calm as she was, she shouted loudly to break the atmosphere: "Get out of the way!"

The blow to the head made Yinzhen's mood plummet, but he still didn't want to let go, like a stubborn child holding on to his mother's thigh to get a toy, with unwillingness written in his eyes.

"Let's go, let's go." Qian Lanlan kicked him on the thigh several times and looked at him angrily, showing no sign of weakness.

"Can't you be gentler to me?" he asked aggrievedly.

"No." She said as coldly as a sword.

With a sigh, Yinzhen let go of his hand and the two of them stood up.

Qian Lanlan deliberately distanced herself, and Yinzhen felt unhappy when she saw it. He reached out and hugged her again, burying his chin in the crook of her neck.

"Let go, let go..." she kept saying, and her elbows kept hitting behind her.

"Stop making trouble." He whispered, not knowing why the more she made trouble, the softer his temper became.

"You weren't like this a few days ago." He began to recall the past, missing her initiative that day.

Scrap!

With his back turned to him, Qian Lanlan rolled his eyes in annoyance, pushing the motionless man with his hand as always.

Unable to push it away, she sighed and had to find another way.

As soon as her mind whirled, an idea came to her, and she asked:

"Didn't you ask me what I was doing just now?"

Knowing that this sudden reversal of words had impure intentions, he did not refuse to speak. Instead, he followed her intention and asked, "What are you doing?"

"I'm writing a poem." She said, turning around and their eyes met, "Would you like to see what the poem is?"

He responded unconsciously, "I think so."

Letting go of his hand, Qian Lanlan broke free, walked to the desk, spread out a brand new piece of paper, and picked up the brush. She paused her hand slightly and thought for a moment before writing.

When the last stroke was completed, she put away the pen, stood the paper up, and faced the expectant person in front of her.

With just one glance, he glanced at the poem, his expression changed drastically, he frowned and looked at Qian Lanlan, who had a calm face and no guilt, and said nothing.

After a long time, he opened his lips:

"Are you determined to force me away?"

"Why have you changed so..."

He spoke louder and louder, and finally hid the words in his heart. His eyelids trembled, he clenched his fists, and strode towards the door.

Behind him, Qian Lanlan looked at him with a deep look.

But there was real joy in her heart that drove the person away. She stuck out her tongue at the person's back and put down the ink in her hand.

Outside.

The little medicine boy hid quietly in the corner, disappeared Yinzhen's back around the corner, took a long breath, covered the wound on his stomach, and ran to the door quietly like a mouse.

Push door.

Just as Qian Lanlan raised his chair, he saw someone coming to the door.

Didn't knock on the door, didn't understand the rules!

She frowned slightly, what is this guy doing here?

"Why are you here? Everything has been done?"

"No." He said, still holding the crumpled white paper in his hand, looking at Qian Lanlan with a strange expression, as if he was hesitant to speak.

She pondered the little medicine boy's expression and thought about what difficulties he might have encountered, so she asked in the most likely direction: "Is it possible that Old Man Ning is paying close attention?"

"No, he's not here today. He went out to get some medicine." The little medicine boy answered honestly.

When Qian Lanlan heard this, he was pleasantly surprised and said, "This is a great opportunity!"

She looked at the little medicine boy with dissatisfaction and scolded her slightly: "But, you don't seem to be good at timing?"

After hearing this, the little medicine boy lowered his head and whispered something.

Qian's rotten ears were as good as her nose. When she heard the words, she shouted in surprise:

"You don't know how to take medicine?"

Biting his lip and rolling his eyelids, he looked at the rotten money in embarrassment, feeling ashamed in his heart. He poked each other with his fingers to ease the embarrassment on the surface.

"You...didn't I mark the dosage and write down the name of the medicine?"

"It's all about following the pictures!" She stood with her hands on the back of the chair, thinking that grabbing medicine was a no-brainer, and said in a fierce tone.

"I...I..." Only stumbling could express his embarrassment.

"I really don't know how to take medicine." He spat out weakly, and the little medicine boy lowered his eyes, not daring to raise his eyes to look at anyone.

Why did you find a piece of trash?

Qian Lanlan slapped her head hard, how could she find such a pig teammate!

Piss me off too!

Didn't he have ten years of apprenticeship in medicine?

Even if your brain is poisoned, don't you still have muscle memory?

A pair of hateful eyes stared at the little medicine boy.

He hurriedly explained: "There was no name of the medicine on the drawer. As soon as I climbed up the ladder, I felt inexplicably dizzy, my breathing was rapid, my heartbeat was racing, especially a muscle in the sole of my foot was twitching."

"There are so many medicines, I can't tell them apart..." The more he spoke, the weaker his voice became, and he became silent after a while, swallowing all the grievances in his stomach.

"A tendon in the sole of his foot jumped..." As he muttered these words, Qian Lanlan fell into deep thought, and the book opened consciously in his mind.

...for a while.

found it!

"It's not your fault, child." She said softly, like a kind mother.

This 180-degree change in attitude made the little drug boy's brain seem to be rusty, and he couldn't adapt to it immediately.

"You just have to climb the ladder and smell it, and find the medicine that will make you feel refreshed and your blood flowing smoothly just by smelling it..."

"The most important thing is that smelling it will stop the pounding under your feet."

"Then you take out the medicine, wrap it in a handkerchief and put it in front of your nose. Then you can regain your consciousness and follow the prescription I wrote to make the medicine."

"understand?"

It turns out that everything can be solved.

He nodded, but he was afraid that he would not be able to perform the actual operation well, and the indifference in his eyes was as dim as a light turned off.

Qian Lanlan was worried about this guy with an extraordinary IQ, so he added, "Just try what I say, and you will understand everything after you do it."

After a pause, she encouraged again: "If you do it, you must know the principle."

"Okay." The little medicine boy nodded. Now he seemed to feel calmer. He took the prescription and left.

As soon as he left, Qian Lanlan stayed in the room until twelve o'clock in the night.

At this time, the night was dark and windy, and there was movement outside.

She leaned on the countertop and took a nap. A loud banging sound woke her up. After rubbing her sleepy eyes, she regained her energy.

He was already wearing men's clothing.

She couldn't wait to jump off the chair and ran towards the closed door.

Pulling the door open, the little medicine boy was standing right outside the door, his round eyes filled with the dawn of victory overflowing towards her. He turned surprised when he saw her clothes.

"Done?" She asked softly as she opened the door.

"Yeah." Rows of people lined up outside, and this victory was self-evident.

She really has a good eye!

Facing admiring glances in front of him, the little medicine boy raised his lips unconsciously.

"Let's go!" she said, walking forward, and reaching out her hand to pull the little medicine boy.

The little medicine boy was stunned by this intimate gesture and stood motionless.

"Leave?" Qian Lanlan tugged at him, "If you don't leave now, you want to stay here for the New Year, right?"

With a twitch in his hand, the little medicine boy woke up, pulled Qian's rotten hands, and signaled her to stop.

He took out a white porcelain bottle from his purse and handed it over to the money.

"The antidote," he said.

"Oh, thank you." She took it and sniffed it to see if there was any problem.

The little medicine boy stared at her suddenly frowning eyebrows, not knowing why, and asked: "Is there any problem?"

When he ate, he swallowed it in one bite without thinking about it.

"You didn't add sugar." She said dissatisfiedly, her face wrinkled as if she had drank a big bottle of bitter melon juice.

Forehead. . .

The little medicine boy scratched his ears and reminded: "You didn't say anything on the prescription!"

“Aren’t you going to be flexible?”

Qian Lanlan accused this ignorant guy and said: "It doesn't hurt to add some sugar, it tastes great."

"Yes, I understand." The little medicine boy understood and nodded.

"It doesn't hurt to not add sugar." She said, then she turned the bottle upside down and took a black ball into her mouth. She stuck out her tongue bitterly.

"Let's go."

The two walked towards the door.

"Have you noticed that you speak differently?"

"Have it?"

"You stopped talking about slave, you just said 'I'."

"um, yes."