Dijun, your cute concubine bit someone again

Chapter 32
General's House.

A little fox ran across the verandah and headed for a remote courtyard.

The door of the small courtyard is the color of dead wood, pitted and dilapidated, and it can be walked in through the huge gap without pushing.

"Ahem..." A woman coughed violently from inside.

Lan Ling recognized this voice, and in memory, the owner of this voice was "Lan Ling"'s mother, He Shi.

The cough stopped, and there was another rapid gasp.

Lan Ling's heart tightened, and a picture of He's coughing, wheezing, and vomiting blood appeared in her mind. Is this an old illness?
At the moment, she couldn't care that she was still a little fox, so she hurried in through the crack of the door.

He's original name was He Huiniang, and she never had any illnesses before marrying Lan Kun. Ever since "Lan Ling" was born, Lan Kun was ridiculed by the family, and after being indifferent to He Huiniang, the life of He Huiniang and "Lan Ling" became more and more miserable. I won’t mention it when I get a little upset on weekdays. The mothers and maids in the dining room also skipped the meals of He Huiniang and "Lan Ling". In order to make her beloved daughter full, He Huiniang hardly had a full meal Yes, over the years, the body will lose money.

People eat whole grains, and the seasons change. Getting sick is the most normal thing. If there is medicine to treat it, it will be fine, but He Huiniang's food and clothing are problems. Where can I get the money to buy medicine?Over time, a whooping cough developed in her body. As long as the temperature dropped or she was overworked, He Huiniang's cough would get worse, and she would even vomit blood.

When Lan Ling entered the small courtyard, she saw He Huiniang lying on the ground panting, her thin face was sallow and morbidly pale, her hands full of calluses were holding a handful of weeds, and there was a mouthful of bloody old phlegm on the ground. striking.

Lan Ling rushed to He Huiniang's side quickly, feeling pain in her heart.

Mother, you are not in good health, why do you still come out to weed?No one would come to this dilapidated small courtyard, so what does it matter even if it is covered with weeds?
Once upon a time, in memory, "Lan Ling"'s mother had already become her mother?The mother in my heart, is it the cry of "Lan Ling", or the desire in her heart?
Now, Lan Ling couldn't tell the difference.

As if He Huiniang didn't see a little fox beside her, she looked at the blood on the ground with cloudy eyes, and her expression was a little numb: "Ling'er, my Ling'er, are you really gone?"

Tick!
A few tears dripped into the soft loess.

He Huiniang frowned in pain: "Ling'er, don't be afraid, mother will come to accompany you soon, on the road to the underworld, wait for mother, let mother walk with you."

The little fox listened quietly, his eyes were clouded, Lan Ruojin and Lan Tianhe, the two sisters and brothers were so vicious, they told He Huiniang about the death of "Lan Ling", didn't they want to force He Huiniang to death?

Poor this middle-aged woman, how painful is it for a white-haired person to send a black-haired person?

"Squeak, squeak, squeak." The little fox barked, trying to get He Huiniang's attention.

In He Huiniang's eyes, she couldn't tolerate anything other than pain and despair. She grabbed a handful of loess from the ground and was about to stuff it into her mouth.

"Mother's baby Ling'er, don't be afraid, mother will come to accompany you right away." After saying that, her eyes were like pools of stagnant water.

Mother, don't!I'm not dead, not dead.

Lan Ling saw with sharp eyes that some of the loess was black in color, which was clearly poisonous soil. If He Huiniang ate it, she might die immediately.

Lan Ling stepped back, jumped up, and slapped the poisonous soil off He Huiniang's hands with her paws. Who knew that with such a light slap, He Huiniang passed out.

Lan Ling was so anxious that she hurriedly took off the valuable gemstone necklace around her neck, stuffed it into the pocket that He Huiniang sewed and mended, and rushed out of the small courtyard very quickly.

After a moment.

Lan Ling rushed into a pharmacy and saw a man in white clothes taking someone's pulse. She jumped onto the table with a "whoosh", scaring the patient who was taking his pulse back and almost jumped up from the chair.

Mo Shang tightened his fingers and was held by the little fox's paws. He raised his eyebrows and met a pair of fox eyes glistening with mist.

In those eyes, he saw prayers and a flash of pain.

"Where did the little beast come from? I was startled, Pharmacist Mo, I'll drive him out right away." The patient said fawningly, dressed in luxurious clothes.

Mo Shang frowned, and didn't like to hear people scold the little fox in front of him as a little beast: "In Mo Shang's eyes, all living beings are equal, since this little fox is holding on to my hand, it should be asking for something from me. "

The patient laughed a few times in embarrassment: "Mo Yaoshi Living Buddha has a heart, what he said is very true, what he said is very true."

After a pause, he asked cautiously, "Then I wonder if this old disease of mine can be cured?"

Mo Shang smiled lightly: "Don't worry, just follow the prescription I prescribed, take it twice a day, and it will be eradicated in half a month."

The patient was overjoyed: "Come here, hurry up and write a prescription for the ink pharmacist."

Lan Ling was very anxious, so she could only wait patiently for Mo Shang to finish prescribing the prescription. Although she didn't recognize the identity of the man in white in front of her, she recognized that the man he was seeing was the owner of the pharmacy here.

This pharmacy is the largest pharmacy with the most complete medicinal materials in the capital of the Wu Kingdom. There is a Jishi Hall in the pharmacy, and the doctors sitting in it are no less than the royal doctors of the current imperial palace.

However, Shen Wanjin didn't use his own free doctor, but smiled and flattered the man in white with the surname of Mo in front of him, and even regarded the prescription he prescribed as his lifeline, which is enough to show that the man surnamed Mo has superb medical skills.

If this person is willing to help her see He Huiniang's condition, I believe He Huiniang will recover soon.

Thinking of this, Lan Ling's claws gripping his two fingers became tighter.

The tip of the pen in Mo Shang's right hand paused for a moment, glanced at the little fox out of the corner of his eye, and the words in his hand came out very quickly.

Mo Shang put down his pen and said to Shen Wanjin, "It's done."

"Thank you, Pharmacist Mo, for the wonderful recipe." Shen Wanjin picked up the prescription that was still wet in ink like a baby, and smiled happily: "Come here, bring that thousand-year-old Polygonum multiflorum."

Soon, a treasure box was brought by the shopkeeper of the pharmacy. The shopkeeper opened the treasure box, and a Polygonum multiflorum that had turned into a human shape came out.

"Be careful, I hope Pharmacist Mo will accept it." Shen Wanjin said with a smile.

Before Mo Shang could refuse, the little fox stretched out its paws, and took the thousand-year-old Polygonum multiflorum in its mouth, and pulled Mo Shang with its paws, urging him to leave quickly.

This thousand-year-old fleece-flower root just happened to be taken back for He Huiniang's body.

Shen Wanjin and the shopkeeper were stunned for a moment, their eyes almost popped out, this is the only thousand-year-old Polygonum multiflorum in the entire Wu Kingdom, and he gave it to the Mo pharmacist, how could this little fox touch the thousand-year-old Polygonum multiflorum?What if it breaks?
Seeing Shen Wanjin and the shopkeeper glaring at the little fox, Mo Shang was about to roll up his sleeves to snatch the thousand-year-old Polygonum multiflorum from the little fox's mouth. He stood up and said, "Thank you, Boss Shen, for your generous gift. Mo will accept it."

When Mo Shang said this, even if Shen Wanjin didn't want to, he could only watch the little fox snatch away his thousand-year-old Polygonum multiflorum, the pain in his heart!The thousand-year-old Polygonum multiflorum was originally given to Mo Yaoshi, why does it seem to be given to a little fox now?

(End of this chapter)