After Hsieh Hyun-chen finished speaking, no one spoke for a long time. Mu Mingtang looked at the expressionless Hsieh Hyun-chen and then looked at the young Daoist with a tense expression. He slowly understood. "So, the traveling doctor who developed the Cleansing Adversity Pill for the Prince was your master?"
The young Daoist didn't expect that the world would be so coincidental. He was afraid that he would meet the person from that year, but he just happened to stop a group of business on the road. It was that extraordinary person from that year.
The young Daoist didn't say anything else. He didn't even want the money. He quickly packed his things and wanted to leave. "I can't calculate your lives. I don't want to do this business anymore. I still have things to do at home. I'll leave first!"
"Young Daoist …" Mu Mingtang saw that he was about to leave and quickly said, "You still haven't taken your money."
"Money is just a worldly possession. I don't want it."
"Then change it to gold."
The young Daoist's footsteps paused for a moment. His back faintly revealed a hint of struggle. In the end, he gritted his teeth and said, "I have the demeanor of an immortal. I don't like worldly goods. I don't want it. "
"Then what about your life?" Hsieh Hyun-chen said faintly. "Your life, your master's revenge. Do you still want it?"
The young Daoist suddenly turned around. "What did you say?"
Hsieh Hyun-chen said neither hurriedly nor slowly, "I think you know better than me how your master died. If you plan on living in fear for the rest of your life, wandering around without dignity, and not even avenging your master's death, then you can go ahead. "
The young Daoist's small round face wrinkled in anger. "You …"
The young Daoist's chest heaved up and down. His face flushed red. His master wandered around the world and accidentally came to the capital. He found that the imperial city was putting up an imperial notice asking for medical treatment. His master's medical skills were superb. When he encountered a difficult disease, he naturally wanted to give it a try. As a result, he took down the imperial notice.
He didn't expect that once he took down the notice, he would lose his life. His master stayed in the capital for several months. At first, he followed his master, but one day, his master suddenly asked him to deliver medicine to a former patient. He had a stern expression and sent him away that night. The little Daoist didn't understand what was going on. When he returned, he found out that his master had already left the capital.
Not even a greeting, not even a message. This was something that had never happened before. The Little Daoist searched everywhere for his master. It wasn't until a long time later that he heard someone say that his master had wandered to a desolate mountain range. While picking medicinal herbs, he accidentally fell off a cliff and had already passed away.
The Little Daoist naturally didn't believe it. His master paid attention to his health and his legs were much more nimble than his own. He also had many years of experience in picking medicinal herbs and was fine even when he was hanging on the stone wall to pick medicinal herbs. How could he lose his footing and fall on a hillside? The Little Daoist was unwilling to give up and secretly investigated. The more he investigated, the more apprehensive he became.
He finally realized that this was not something he could afford to provoke. There was no way to find out the truth behind his master's death. The Little Daoist didn't dare to practice medicine anymore, but he didn't have any other means to make a living. He could only conceal his identity and rely on the divination techniques he learned in his sect to tell people's fortunes and drive away ghosts. Once in a while, he would act as a smokescreen and sell medicinal plasters to earn some extra money.
He didn't expect that even though he had changed his profession to fortune-telling, he would still encounter the culprit from that year.
The Little Daoist didn't pay attention at first, but when he saw them take out the Cleansing Disaster Pill, he remembered this matter from that year. He originally wanted to pretend that he didn't know them and run away with his master's medicinal pills. However, he was still exposed.
The Little Daoist understood that even though Hsieh Hyun-chen was alone and looked weak, based on the strength he used to break the corner of the table just now, Hsieh Hyun-chen alone was enough to deal with the Little Daoist. If Hsieh Hyun-chen didn't want him to leave, the Little Daoist wouldn't be able to leave.
The Little Daoist was angry for a while and said, "I already said that I can't treat this illness. How can I treat an illness that even my master can't treat? Sirs, please be magnanimous and let me go. "
Mu Mingtang thought that it was impossible. They just happened to sneak out today and didn't have the Emperor's spies behind them. This was simply a heaven-sent opportunity. Although the Little Daoist said that he couldn't treat it, he was still the disciple of the traveling doctor. Even if he really couldn't treat it, it was better than nothing. In any case, no matter what, she must kidnap this Little Daoist today. Ah, no, invite him to the Prince's Mansion.
Mu Mingtang realized that she had been with Hsieh Hyun-chen for a long time and had become like a bandit. Of course, this didn't matter. Mu Mingtang suppressed her true thoughts and said with a kind smile, "Little Daoist may not know, but when Wangye and I came out today, we didn't have any attendants. Only you, Wangye, and I know about this matter. Outsiders definitely won't know your identity. You only need to pretend to be a fortune teller … Forget it, it's better to be an illusionary craftsman. Follow us back to the Prince's Mansion. Food and lodging will be covered, and you'll receive a monthly salary. There will also be other rewards during the New Year. Furthermore, this will be separate from your consultation fee. If you can come up with a prescription, each batch of medicine will be a hundred coins. Little Daoist, what do you think? "
The Little Daoist couldn't help but calculate in his mind how much a hundred coins a batch of medicine would cost in a month … The Little Daoist forcibly stopped himself. His greed for life and fear of death still prevailed. "No matter how much money I earn, I still need to be alive to spend it. I'm already in fear when I hide in the marketplace. If I follow you back, won't I immediately be recognized? That's not appropriate, that's not appropriate. I can't earn this money. "
"You won't." Hsieh Hyun-chen said, "Everyone in the Prince's Mansion has changed. The people who were involved in the incident that year are either dead or scattered. I'm afraid that even your Master won't be able to recognize them. How can you, who was only a little medicine boy at that time? What's more, offense is the best defense. "
"Right now, you don't have the strength to protect yourself. Once you're discovered, you can only wait for death. Furthermore, if you don't act, you'll save the other party the trouble of making a move. When your Master died, you still had to investigate in secret. If you die, who will remember you and your Master? " Hsieh Hyun-chen looked at the Little Daoist's expression and put down his last heavy hammer. "Only I have the same position as you and your Master. If you follow me, as long as I'm alive, I'll guarantee you a day of peace. "
The Little Daoist was a little moved. He was greedy for life and afraid of death. These past few years, he had lived in fear and trepidation. What's worse was that he didn't dare to practice medicine. He couldn't even earn enough money to survive. Starving for one meal and filling for another, it was truly unbearable. However, as the saying goes, a bad life is better than a good death. As long as Hsieh Hyun-chen was alive, he could naturally protect him. What if Hsieh Hyun-chen himself couldn't survive?
Mu Mingtang saw that the Little Daoist seemed to be hesitating. At this moment, Mu Mingtang suddenly had an epiphany. He softly said, "Little Daoist, if you don't eat a meal like this, the money you earn from fortune-telling in your lifetime is probably less than going to the Prince's Mansion to eat and drink for three days. Since that's the case, what are you still hesitating for? "
The Little Daoist was enlightened by these words. That's right, even if he worked hard for a lifetime, it probably wouldn't be as much as the Prince's Mansion's expenses for three days. If that was the case, then what was the point of working hard? It was better to go to the rich dog's mansion to eat and drink. Perhaps in less than a month, he would be able to earn back all the money he had earned in his lifetime.
Thinking about it this way, the Little Daoist was moved. He counted with his fingers as he calculated the bill with the two rich dogs in front of him, "You said it. Food and lodging will be covered, a monthly salary will be paid, and there will be a reward for the New Year. The consultation fee will be calculated separately. One set of medicine will be one hundred. You will pay for the medicine yourselves! "
Mu Mingtang firmly said, "Alright."
"Deal."
·
The Prince and Princess had disappeared in front of everyone's eyes. The entire Prince's Mansion was shocked. Xiang Nanchun followed everyone to the back door and saw a broken chain on the ground. The back door was wide open, but the Prince and Princess had already disappeared without a trace.
Xiang Nanchun had almost fainted at the time. The Head Bodyguard had also been greatly frightened. He quickly sent a few people to chase after them from the back door and search the streets. They had to find the Prince and Princess.
Xiang Nanchun stayed in the Prince's Mansion and constantly sent people to search everywhere. The maidservant followed behind Xiang Nanchun and asked in a low voice, "Aunt Xiang, about the Prince's disappearance … should we report it to the palace?"
Xiang Nanchun's face was ugly. She thought for a while and slowly shook her head, "Wait a little longer. If the Emperor and the Empress find out, they will definitely punish us. Let the guards go out to search first. Maybe the Prince and Princess were just acting on a whim and will be back soon. "
The maidservant took the order and left. After Xiang Nanchun finished speaking, her heart became heavier.
She was in a position where she was struggling to survive. She was in a dilemma. Hsieh Hyun-chen was guarding against her, and the palace was also guarding against her. They had done a lot of things, but in the end, it was likely that they would not be able to gain any benefits.
Just like today, she could neither report it nor not report it. She was in a dilemma.
The Prince's Mansion was in chaos. Xiang Nanchun suddenly heard a maidservant hurriedly running in to report, "Aunt Xiang, the Prince and Princess are back!"
Xiang Nanchun suddenly stood up, "What?"
"Really, they are at the door. They even brought back a craftsman! "
Xiang Nanchun hurriedly rushed out. As expected, on the main road, she met Mu Mingtang and Hsieh Hyun-chen.
Xiang Nanchun was shocked and hurriedly bowed, "This servant greets the Prince and Princess. This servant did not serve you well. Please punish me. "
"It's fine." Mu Mingtang waved her hand. She did not feel that she was the culprit at all. Instead, she magnanimously expressed her forgiveness, "The Prince and I were just curious and went out to take a look. By the way, a few days ago, didn't Li furen invite a person who can perform butterfly illusions? I also saw one on the road today. Her level of skill is not inferior to Li furen's. She can be raised in the Prince's Mansion. This way, when I am bored, I can take a look at her whenever I want. "
Xiang Nanchun quickly glanced at the artist behind Mu Mingtang. Although she was surprised, she still respectfully responded, "Yes."
Normally, Mu Mingtang's Princess did not need to worry about arranging guest rooms. But for some reason, she was interested today and actually asked about the empty rooms in the Prince's Mansion. Then, she personally pointed out a room for the artist wearing the Daoist robe.
Mu Mingtang did not dare to do too much. After arranging a room for the Little Daoist that was convenient for him to come and go, she left the rest to the maids to arrange.
When night fell, Mu Mingtang and Hsieh Hyun-chen each changed into dark clothes and took advantage of the night to find the Little Daoist.
It was the Little Daoist's first time seeing this kind of scene and he was startled awake from his bed. He yawned and forced himself to feel his pulse. He was puzzled, "His pulse is stable. Isn't he fine? What did you come here for? "
Mu Mingtang was anxious. She lowered her voice and said, "I didn't tell you to look at him now. Of course he's fine now. The problem is that the Crow Feather Flies. If he encounters the medicine again, will it still act up? "
The Little Daoist pressed for a while and nodded with certainty, "It will."
Hearing this answer, Mu Mingtang could not hide her disappointment. Hsieh Hyun-chen had already expected this, so he did not feel too regretful. He asked, "Can it be cured?"
This time, the Little Daoist thought for a while and hesitantly said, "That year, my master stayed in the capital for several months because he wanted to develop an antidote. When I was sent away, the pill was only in its embryonic form. I don't know what the complete pill looks like. However, my master has practiced medicine for many years. His medical skills are superb and his medical ethics are noble. He definitely would not fool people. The medicine that he would take out in the end would definitely be a medicine that he had concocted with all his might. But even so, he was unable to cure the Prince. My medical skills are far inferior to my master's. If my master can't do it, then I definitely can't. "
Mu Mingtang deliberated and said, "It's not that the Cleansing Adversity Pill can't cure him. It's just that there are side effects and it's addictive."
"Oh?" The Little Daoist raised his eyebrows in surprise and said, "Give me the pill. I'll take a look again."
Mu Mingtang handed over the Cleansing Adversity Pill. The Little Daoist cut a small piece and ground it. He smelled and tasted it. Finally, he said thoughtfully, "After my master passed away, I found my master's manuscript. It seemed to have mentioned this matter. He had traveled all over the world in his life and had seen many difficult and complicated diseases. He had also cured many of them. The Prince of Qiyang in the capital was one of them. However, later on, my master completely overturned his own pill prescription in his manuscript. He had been searching for a perfect treatment method. Unfortunately, before he could find it, something happened to my master. "
It turned out that the traveling doctor had completely overturned his own method. Unfortunately, before he could think of a method, he had already passed away. Mu Mingtang was worried and asked, "Then what should we do? Can you improve your master's prescription?"
"I can't. Even if my master's prescription was given to me, I still wouldn't be able to change it. Not to mention that there's no prescription now and only a finished product. " After the Little Daoist finished speaking, he tried very hard to recall. "I remember that my master wrote on the last few pages of his manuscript that using medicine to treat medicine won't work. Relying on medicine to fight against another medicine will only end up being controlled by the new medicine. If you want to completely quit, you can only rely on yourself. He wrote these words very carelessly and I couldn't understand the rest. "
When Mu Mingtang heard these words, he was half worried and half happy. He was happy because after all, there was a possibility of a solution. He was worried because he couldn't use medicine. Not knowing the method was tantamount to not saying anything.
Unlike Mu Mingtang who was deeply worried and sick at heart, Hsieh Hyun-chen seemed to be very relieved. He said, "Knowing the cause is already half of the problem. The Black Feather Flight must have been used for a long time. After accumulating for a long time, dripping water can wear through a stone. However, knowing that it's medicine is enough. As long as the medicine can be used, it can always be cured. "
Mu Mingtang also took a deep breath and said, "You're right. I was too anxious. We'll take it slow. There'll always be a way. "
After Mu Mingtang finished speaking, he sighed and said, "I'm ashamed to say that I'm not as open-minded as a patient like you."
Hsieh Hyun-chen shook his head. He held Mu Mingtang's hand and didn't say anything. When Mu Mingtang heard the young Daoist say that there was no medicine, he was very disappointed. Hsieh Hyun-chen, on the other hand, felt relieved. Perhaps it was because of his repeated disappointments over the years, but Hsieh Hyun-chen's expectations had become very low. As long as he knew that it wasn't his own problem, but was controlled by external forces, and that his sudden madness that year could also have been induced by medicine, Hsieh Hyun-chen felt much more relieved.
There wouldn't be anything worse than what he had already experienced.
Hsieh Hyun-chen, this patient, had a surprisingly good mentality. He could even turn around and comfort the people around him. The young Daoist was also somewhat surprised and said, "When I return, I'll flip through Master's manuscripts. Although he said that medicine can't be relied on, during the period of kicking the Black Feather Flight, it's still possible to use medicine to nurse the body and speed up recovery."
"Good!" Mu Mingtang was overjoyed at the unexpected good news and immediately agreed, "I'll have to trouble you, little Daoist. As long as it's beneficial to His Highness, no matter what you need, feel free to ask. "
Mu Mingtang's gaze was too sincere, causing the young Daoist to feel a little guilty. He unconsciously picked at his fingernails and said, "I'm not sure if it'll be useful. I haven't treated someone properly for a long time."
Mu Mingtang could also tell. When the young Daoist said this, Mu Mingtang became even more worried. She couldn't help but slap the table. Her eyes were burning with impatience, "You can't be sure! He needs to drink these medicines. What if you make him sick from drinking them? You have to be absolutely sure before you start. "
"There's no harm." Hsieh Hyun-chen stopped Mu Mingtang and took her hand off the table and held it in his own palm, "Let him treat you. It doesn't matter what he's made of. Let's just take it as far as we can. "
Mu Mingtang looked at Hsieh Hyun-chen. Even though she was still worried, she sighed and didn't say anything else.
The two of them returned to the room and closed the window. Tonight, the moonlight was just right. Through the window, the ground was as clear and bright as water.
Mu Mingtang took off her cloak and felt inexplicably downcast, "The young Daoist said that there's no antidote. At most, he can use medicine to reduce your pain. What should we do? "
"It's okay." Hsieh Hyun-chen closed the window and saw Mu Mingtang's grave expression. Amused, he stroked Mu Mingtang's hair, "Wherever you go, it'll be fine. It can't be worse than before. Don't be afraid. "
"But …" Mu Mingtang still looked unhappy, "I can't do anything for you."
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