The fourth master of the Qing Dynasty escaped from his concubine

The big men at the gate saw people big and small approaching. They drew their swords and pointed them at Qian Lanlan, who was dressed in men's clothing.

"Bold assassin!..."

With a "pop!", a bottle of white porcelain fell to the ground. The aroma was so fragrant that no man at the door could carry it.

The soles of their feet felt weak, and their eyes became dark.

"Clang..." The big knife fell first, and then the man fell down.

Before they could open the door, the door opened from the outside.

The little medicine boy looked in front of him in shock. Rough men quickly filled the door, as if a hard door had been recast.

"What should I do?" A fearful voice sounded from Qian Lanlan's side, and she chuckled, showing no fear at all.

The little medicine boy looked at the laughter. The man turned back to look at the child holding his hand and asked, "I asked you to make a lot of poison, right?"

Blinking, he was probably frightened by the battle in front of him and forgot that he had actually prepared a lot of poison.

"Don't panic, take it out and throw it!"

Hearing the sound, he took a bottle of poison from his waist.

Facing the sharp blade at the door, the two men were full of energy, walking with wind in their step, and fearlessly stepped onto the stairs.

The leading guard drew his sword and shouted in a threatening voice, "Stop!"

The guard at the back squatted on his butt and narrowed his eyes. The sword in his hand was shining with cold light and looked so sharp.

Qian Lanlan smiled, and the light of his white teeth struck the group of ineffective guards like sword light.

She glanced sideways at the younger brother beside her, and the intention to attack was obvious in her eyes.

The little medicine boy checked her eyes, and as if he had pulled the trigger, the white porcelain bottle in his hand fell in front of those people with speed and firepower.

"Let's go!"

She pulled the little medicine boy and walked arrogantly past the few guards who were crumbling under the support of their swords like a general with brilliant achievements.

"I'll help you."

Seeing those people leaning on their sword hilts and falling asleep, Qian Shanlan came up with evil intentions.

He pulled out his legs and kicked the man at the end of the row.

With a clang, they fell one after another like a domino chain.

Excellent!

The two walked out of the door majestically.

At twelve o'clock, the night market in Beijing has just started and the crowd is rolling in excitement.

The dazzling light shone on the little medicine boy's dark face. He squinted and felt that everything in front of him was not real.

"We escaped?"

I haven't seen the light of day in ten years.

He couldn't believe it and asked Qian Lanlan on the side. The eyelashes on his eyes flickered, and he seriously verified an established fact with Qian Lanlan.

"It's absolutely true, brother." Qian Lanlan patted his shoulder and said firmly.

Ba blinked his big eyes, but the little medicine boy still felt that he was too shocked and did not accept the money.

"Ah——" A stinging pain came from the skin on his arm, which was as thin as rice paper, and he glared at the money rotten.

Qian Lanlan looked down at him and asked, "Is it true?"

"Yeah, it's true." He rubbed the wound on his arm and replied calmly in anger.

"Where should we go next?" He looked at Qian Luan with his eyes and wanted to know the next arrangement.

Where to go?

This was a good question. She had no plans if the money was rotten. She paused blankly, lost in thought.

After a long time, under the strong light, the little medicine boy's eyes were tired. He took Qian's rotten hand, shook it, and asked, "Where are you going?"

Qian Lanlan woke up and looked at the person holding his hand. His eyes suddenly became dark, like a deep water.

In fact, I can easily wander by myself wherever I want, even if I sleep under an overpass to catch lice, I have no worries.

But now, there is an oil bottle next to her, trouble!

She said cruelly: "How about we just say goodbye?"

"No!" The little medicine boy grasped her hand in fear, trying to get a little more sense of security from it, "You accepted me as your apprentice."

She said: "But..." You are in such trouble!

"I'm homeless and have nowhere to go." He said, his eyes chattering like a stray dog.

"Me too," she sighed.

"Great!" the little medicine boy shouted happily.

We share the same illness and pity each other, and we cherish the same destiny.

Qian Lanlan rolled his eyes at him and said helplessly: "We are like-minded, so I will accept you reluctantly."

"Okay!" He said gratefully, happily holding Qian's rotten hand and swinging it like a swing, his face filled with joy.

First think about where to go now!

Qian Lanlan looked up at the sky, and the stars and the bright moon illuminated the sad clouds on her face.

"There's something to eat there!" The little medicine boy's eyes were bright, and he pulled his master towards the stall street.

Qian Lanlan quickly grabbed him and asked a practical question: "Do you have money?"

"Uh, uh, I don't have any money." He was cash-strapped, rubbed his flat belly, blinked his big, pitiful eyes, licked his tongue, and finally looked at the ground in disappointment.

After all, he is half a son. Once he is a teacher, he will always be a father.

Moreover, she was careful that day and secretly left a thousand taels of silver notes.

She frowned and said in a relaxed tone, "Forget it, I happen to be hungry too."

"Really?" Stars flashed in his eyes, and he jumped up and down happily, pulling Qian Lanlan forward, looking at the rows of snacks in front of him eagerly, and sniffing.

"It smells so good~"

"I want to eat that!" Pointing to a small stall, he cast a begging look at Qianlanlan. It was so hot that even Qianlanlan didn't dare to refuse.

"Ok."

As soon as he arrived at the stall, the little medicine boy let go of Qian's rotten hands, took a handkerchief from his waist, stepped forward, and rubbed the greasy stool vigorously.

Mostly just to please money rotten.

He stretched out his hand to twist the seat surface behind the wipe, and stood still in disgust.

Qian Lanlan did not hesitate, took the handkerchief in his hand and threw it on the place where he wiped it, and sat down with his butt next to the handkerchief.

"Hey, it's my seat." He said regretfully.

It seemed that she was being sentimental. Qian Lanlan snorted coldly, but had no intention of giving up her seat. She directly shouted to the boss:

"Two big bowls of chaos, lots of meat, lots of garlic, lots of vegetables!"

After finishing speaking, she turned to the little medicine boy who was still standing and asked: "Are there any taboos?" He looked stupid, rubbed the flesh on his thighs and said, "No."

"Bang!" Two large bowls of wontons were served. The sweaty boss wiped away his sweat and salivated, "More meat, more garlic, more vegetables! You two, use it slowly."

"Thank you." She said, picked up the chopsticks and put her hands down warmly, picking up the hot wontons one after another, leaving juice in her mouth.

The little medicine boy looked at the oily soup on her mouth and his Adam's apple rolled. He was disgusted, but he sat down unexpectedly.

As a result, just now he said freely that he had no taboos, but now he choked on the soup and rushed up the nasal passages from his nasopharynx, directly coming out of his nostrils like snot.

The chopsticks in her hand were inserted into the wontons in the bowl. Looking at the soup coming out of the little medicine boy's nostrils, she paused and tried her best to restrain her mouth and not laugh.

And her hand quietly reached to the veil under her buttocks.

"Here, wipe it." She said, already laughing in her heart.

The little medicine boy didn't think much, reached out and took the handkerchief and wiped it on the parts of his face where the soup flowed - his nostrils and lips.

"Ah haha." Over there, Qian Lanlan saw that he had wiped it on his mouth, and couldn't help but put down the chopsticks in his hand, holding his stomach and laughing.

The little medicine boy looked confused and had no idea what was happening.

Until he took a good look at the familiar handkerchief in his hand. Isn't this the same handkerchief he used to clean the stool and she used to pad her butt?

I couldn't believe it. The little medicine boy stood up and looked at the place opposite where Qian Lanlan was sitting. The veil... disappeared...

He stared blankly at the handkerchief in his hand, understanding everything. Holding his breath, he looked angrily at the person who had tricked him, laughing from ear to ear.

"Bang!" He was furious and punched the table. His bowl of wontons contained a lot of soup, and the noodles jumped out of the bowl uncontrollably and splashed on the table.

Qian Lanlan looked up and saw that the boy's face was so angry that it turned red like a red flame, and it burned all the way to the base of his ears.

Then, he fell to the ground at a catchable speed. Qian Lanlan just watched him fall, with nothing but surprise in his eyes and indifference on his hands.

"Bang!" The sound of falling to the ground sounded, and Qian Lanlan woke up from the world of bystanders.

What the hell, what's going on?

Just because a racquet was used to cover his butt?

It shouldn't be. Qian Lanlan calmly squatted down, picked the man up, and started to button his door.

His hands were a little slippery and he didn’t wipe them clean!

Qian Lanlan reached out to the table, took back the handkerchief he had photographed, and walked around. This handkerchief was still used to wipe his face.

After wiping off the layer of soup oil, Qian Lanlan clicked the button on his door. His eyelashes moved slightly, and he opened his eyes slightly. Within a second, he covered them with no use.

trouble!

Qian Lanlan scolded him secretly.

When she took out a note, the boss was furious when he saw it. He just thought it was a rich person who came to experience life, so he found her a bag of broken silver.

But I saw that she was busy chewing wontons before leaving.

Yes, there are no rich people even living there.

The rotten Qian was probably caused by the combination of the garlic and the poison in his body.

She searched for a few times, reconfigured the detoxification method in her mind, and walked towards the medical center with the person in her arms.

"Boss, prepare a medicinal bath."

When she first arrived at the hospital, she shouted to the gentleman sitting in the hospital. The old man with a white beard looked at her twice and said calmly:

"The patient has not been diagnosed yet, let me take a look."

Placing the sleeping little medicine boy on the table, Qian Lanlan looked contemptuous of the old man with a white beard: "No need, I'll get the medicine, but you won't be able to cure it either."

Then, the person walked towards the medicine cabinet.

When the old man heard such words of contempt for his medical skills, his beard jumped up and down in anger. He pointed at Qianlan's thin back and shouted: "Hey, stop!"

"If you don't believe it..." She raised her eyebrows and snorted, "Just take his pulse."

"If you can see the disease and find a solution, I will pay you for the consultation. If you can't see it, then all my expenses at your place tonight will be waived." She threatened.

The little old man was the most despised by the young boy, and his nostrils were filled with thick steam.

"Okay, I'd like to see how you, this kid, can be convinced by my medical skills." The old man accepted the invitation and put his hand on the little medicine boy's thin bamboo pole-like wrist.

Over there, Qian Lanlan had already climbed up the ladder while he was taking advantage of his pulse, and was searching for the medicine according to the prescription in his brain.

She jumped down the ladder in a few seconds, walked quickly to the old man in two or three steps, and slammed the package of medicinal ingredients down with a loud bang.

The old man's frown, which was undiagnosed, suddenly tightened even more tightly as if she had tightened it with iron pliers. The wrinkles on his face united and twisted together to express his dissatisfaction.

"How about it, are you willing to admit defeat?" She asked in a sultry tone, as if she was contemptuous of the old man's success or failure.

A mouthful of phlegm stuck in the old man's throat. He coughed a few times, turned red, and then shouted to the back of the house in a rough voice: "Prepare a medicinal bath."

"Okay!" the young man behind responded cheerfully.

Qian Lanlan walked in the direction of the sound, carrying the medicine bag and carrying the man in his arms.

The boy put the water away, Qian Lanlan threw in two pieces of silver and sent the person away. He rolled up his sleeves, opened the medicine bag, and poured out all the powdered branches and leaves.

He picked up a poop stirring stick, no, a medicine stirring stick, put it into the water and stirred until the soup became richer, then he stopped.

Amid the stench, the little medicine boy lying on the reclining chair opened his eyes slightly in a daze, and saw a thin figure swinging in the dim light.

I tried my best to open my eyes, but I couldn't resist the toxins in my body. My eyelashes trembled but I couldn't cover my eyelids.

In his half-awake consciousness, he could sense that the world was gradually getting stinky. Over time, he became accustomed to the stench rising to the sky.

Until, his body was moved, and then he felt a chill on his neck, as if a fish had passed by. He was so shocked that he tried to open his eyes, but he could only see a vague but familiar face.

The man seemed to feel that something was wrong, so he was thrown off the inclined chair again. The force was not measured, and he had no body to protect him, and his bones were bruised and painful.

He could only frown and cursed Fake Squid in his mind.

The man called out: "Man, come in and help me."

Soon, a brisk step came in, it must be a young man.

Then, he heard: "Skin him off for me and throw him into the pot of medicine."

Qian Lanlan squatted by the fire and used iron pliers to fiddle with the fire. His eyes looked a little tired and he yawned "Haha".

The little medicine boy was breaking out in a cold sweat. He was afraid that he would be stewed in a hurry.

Then, he felt a chill on his body, and a rough big hand wandered over his thin bones, which made his bones tremble with fear, and dense sweat covered his back.

Then, he seemed to be lifted up in the air, lifted up by one hand, and with a plop, he was mercilessly thrown into the boiling soup and struggled like a landlubber.

It was so hot that he almost screamed!

In the heat, the blood in his body rushed violently. He finally opened his eyes, and the blurry person turned into a clear version of steel.

"What's wrong with me?" he asked.

"The toxins have intensified and life is short." Qian Lanlan sighed, as if he was regretful that he would soon pass away.

"How could it be?" he struggled, unwilling to believe this sad fact.

Qian Lanlan was really sleepy. She said nothing, stirred the rich medicinal soup with the stick in her hand, and yawned one after another.

When she was drowsy, a golden streak in the water brightened her spirits.

"What is this?" She reached out and grabbed the golden color, rubbed her eyes before taking a closer look.

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