Chapter 246 Trick

Wu Chaoqing immediately stood in Nangong. Hearing the prince's question, the locked eyebrows spread a little: "Her pulse seems to be a little strange, quite like a happy vein."

The prince was dumbfounded on the spot. For a long time, he grabbed Nangong Zhili's sleeve and said excitedly, "What are you talking about?! Check again, it's a good test!"

Nangong Zhili smiled and said, "I have been diagnosed for a day. I'm just afraid that the beggar's physique is strange and there will be misdiagnosis. If the prince doesn't believe it, you can invite the old doctor in the study and let him have a look.

Zhao Qian shook his head and said, "He can't. Ordinary symptoms are acceptable, and he is helpless when he encounters difficult and miscellaneous diseases. In the past, when the beggar was in the underground room, you didn't come. It was all his handle. He often advised me not to have sex, otherwise the beggar would be worried about his life, but he could not come up with an effective suggestion. You can bet through physical conditioning and boldness. Although I almost lost my beggar, if I am really pregnant with a child, I will get half of the glory and wealth I can get! Make you rich!"

Nangong Zhili restrained his sleeves, which was quite a little hidden in merit and fame: "If it is a happy vein, it is the blessing of my people. How can I enjoy the fruits alone? Use the enemy's wealth on the people.

Zhao Qian looked at Nangong Zhili for a long time and affirmed: "At the beginning, I still felt that you were an informal, unrestrained and graceful magic doctor. Looking at it again, you actually have the appearance of assisting the country to govern the world."

Nangong bowed his hand and said, "The prince praised it, and the little doctor couldn't help but be frightened."

Zhao Qian laughed and said, "The magic doctor doesn't have to be modest. This is the beginning. He still has many benefits every day. In the future, you will not only be the head of the Imperial Hospital, but also become the new emperor's prime minister.

Nangong Zhili was happy and angry, and only retreated and said, "It's not as good as this. It is enough to accompany the prince and fulfill the duties of a doctor.

Zhao Qian shook his hand and said, "Beggar, please. Every other day, I carefully took the pulse for her and told me the result until I was 100% sure that it was a happy pulse.

Nangong Zhili said, "Fools should remember."

The beggar woke up three days later. Although his body was still uncomfortable, he could barely sit up, and the light of life appeared on his pale face. Nangong Zhili couldn't hide his joy: "Are you awake?"

The beggar moved his sore limbs and said, "Why do I feel like I have been disassembled and combined again?"

Nangong Zhili smiled and said, "Life is reorganization. If you combine well, the happy days will come."

The beggar tilted his head, put his hand on his chin and was stunned for a long time. Suddenly, he asked, "Where's Mr. Dongfang? Didn't he go back to the capital? He passed on his skills that day. What happened after that? Tell me quickly!"

Nangong Zhili calmed her mood: "He went back to the prime minister's mansion to recuperate. Don't worry, he just lost his martial arts. In the past, many of his symptoms, such as coughing blood and vomiting blood, had some signs of going crazy. Without deep internal power, his qi and blood will not be separated, and maybe he will slowly get better.

The beggar asked in a daze, "Have you given me all his internal strength?" After muttering for a while, he patted the bed and cried, "What's the use of this laborer's internal strength! Can you let him suck it away, or can I pass it on to him? Tell me how to do it, and I will return it to him!"

Nangong Zhili shook his head and said, "Nit's impossible. His internal strength belongs to pure yang. Now it is mixed with the feminine and weak qi in your body, which is no longer pure. If it is passed on to him again, it will only aggravate the disease of going crazy and cause irreversible consequences!"

The beggar said helplessly, "What should I do?"

Zhao Qian said, "Let him live a normal life as an ordinary person, which may be a kind of happiness to return to nature. In this world, masters are too lonely.

The beggar was sad and whispered, "I want to see him. If I can't see it, I always feel nervous and unsteady.

Nangong Zhili seriously advised, "You can't go to the prime minister's mansion to see him!"

"He already knows that I'm in the prince's mansion. What else do I have to hide and hide?" The beggar is puzzled.

Nangong Zhili said, "The festival between you and the prime minister's mansion is unusually deep. Visiting is likely to cause a thousand waves with one stone. What's more, the princess is pregnant. If she is angry with you, she may be the only heir of Master Dongfang! Master Dongfang is now in need of a clean and recuperation. After your stirring, all the hard work has been put into the water, do you understand?

The beggar burst into tears: "But I can't be in **. I don't know anything about his situation. I don't believe what you said. I have to see it with my own eyes before I can rest assured.

Nangong Li was worried about how to answer the beggar, and there was no words for a moment.

The beggar grabbed his collar and asked sadly, "Master Dongfang can't do it? Or, it's gone?"

Nangong Zhili shook his head and tried to persuade her to relieve her heart disease and said, "Nothing! His condition is basically stable and recovering well.

"You lied to me!" The beggar cried, "I dreamed that he fell down!" You can't get in and out of the prime minister's mansion. Which one of you saw that he was fine?

Nangong Zhili had no choice. Zhao Qian came, and Nangong Zhili hurried to ask for help.

Zhao Qian knew the reason for the incident and said softly, "I visit the prime minister's mansion every day. Don't you know the situation? You can rest assured to take care of yourself. When you meet one day, I hope you will be healthy and safe.

The beggar still didn't believe it and made a lot of trouble: "Then ask Master Dongfang to come to the college, and I'll just look at him."

"He is lying down and resting. You can't carry him here, can he?" Zhao Qiandao.

The beggar's eyes were blank in an instant: "He... really can't get out of bed? He has become a vegetable, right? What's the difference between that and losing your life?"

Zhao Qian was also troubled by her stubbornness and was at a loss. Nangong Zhili proposed, "Why don't the prince find an excuse to send others away from others and ask Master Dongfang to write a handwritten letter to the beggar?"

"This is a good idea!" Zhao Qian turned to the beggar and said, "Is this okay?"

The beggar was always worried and thought for a long time, "Only a letter can't represent anything. I asked him to write four paragraphs, the first paragraph with his right hand, the second paragraph with his left hand, the third paragraph with his right foot, and the fourth paragraph with his left foot."

Zhao Qian and Nangong Zhili looked at each other, and only she could come up with such a tricky idea! How difficult it should be! A normal person may not be able to reach it. Dongfang Master has just lost his martial arts and his whole body is weak. His left and right handwriting is okay. Isn't it a fantasy to write with his toes?

When the beggar saw their hesitation, he was disheartened, "You can't hide it, can you? Is that the truth?"

Zhao Qian hurriedly said, "No! No! ... When Dongfang brother had a unique skill, he wrote with his toes easily, which was supported by internal force. Now his body is still weak, and I'm afraid it will torment him too much.

The beggar said, "Well... in the third and fourth paragraphs, just write one word separately. In the second paragraph of the first paragraph, let Mr. Dongfang be free.

What Zhao Qian wanted to say, Nangong Zhili gave him a winn, which meant that's it.

Zhao Qian gave a hum, let the beggar wait quietly, and then went to the prime minister's mansion.

Master Dongfang also woke up, but he couldn't exert any strength all over his body. He wanted to get out of bed and take a step. His body seemed to fall to the ground as if there was no bone support. It was difficult for Princess Suko to straighten her stomach and cry sadly to help him. Mrs. Mei and the maids advised her to take a rest. It was enough to take care of these people, but Princess Suko refused to listen.

Master Dongfang can't persuade Princess Sucome. In desperation, I often sighed.

Zhao moved to Dongfang's room and said that he would explore the inner vein of Dongfang's breath to see if there was a possibility of restoring three points of power. He sent out Mrs. Mei, Princess Sucome and other people out and told them not to disturb them within two hours.

Master Dongfang asked Zhao Qian, "Are those internal forces... useful for her recovery?"

Zhao Qian nodded and said, "I'm much better. I guess she can hold on for a long time. If she can give birth to a child, she will have no worries.

Master Dongfang said with a hard time, "Do you still want to expect her to get pregnant?" ... Her body is full of my true qi, and the harm to her will be destroyed."

Zhao Qian pressed Dongfang's shoulders, prevented him from moving, and said, "No. If the pulse is right, the beggar was pregnant on the eighth day of April, and now it's almost two months.

Master Dongfang's unconscious body suddenly trembled and asked, "Does she know?"

"Because the imperial doctor is not very sure, he didn't tell her for the time being." Dongfang Ye calmed down for a long time, slowly lay back**, closed his eyes and said, "What else can I do for her?"

Zhao Qian sighed, "She doesn't trust you. Now it doesn't matter to tell her anything. She insists on coming to see you."

Master Dongfang said bitterly, "When I was well, I couldn't protect her when she came to the prime minister's mansion, and now I am even more powerless. You tell her not to miss me. I'm better and I'll go to your place to see her.

Zhao Qian listened to Master Dongfang's words and said, "She is very unstable. She doesn't believe what I said to the imperial doctor. I have come up with a bad idea and ask you to prove it.

Master Dongfang smiled and said, "How does she want me to prove it?"

"Write a paragraph to her with your left and right hands, left and right feet. But considering that you are not in a good situation, you can write only one word separately. Zhao Qiandao.

Master Dongfang didn't say much. He stretched out his trembling arm and said, "Brother Laoqian, bring pen and ink."

Zhao Qian helped him up and let him lean firmly on the bed rail. Bring the pen and ink on the case and lay the paper on the shelf. When Master Dongfang was about to write, Zhao Qian said, "I don't know what Dongfang brother wants to write."

Master Dongfang said, "Why don't Brother Qian say, I'll write it?"

Zhao Qian hesitated for a moment and said, "You'd better write at will." What I said can't reflect your feelings. When she saw it, she had to make a few more right and wrongs.

Master Dongfang said quietly, "Okay."

The pen is weak, and every word loses the unrestrained feeling of the back of the paper, and shows a little weakness and floating.

First the right hand, and then the left hand: "Changxiang, no mutual. At night, the dream suddenly returned to his hometown, and the swallow returned, and the clouds were leisurely. Frost between the eyebrows, stimulates the hair. How can this be eliminated? It's too far to go, and I'm afraid it's too late.

After writing, he looked at it and felt too sad and affectionate. Zhao Qian was not only unhappy, but also afraid of involving the dementia of the beggar. If you have become like this, why do you have to worry about it again? So he sighed, kneaded into a ball, and threw it: "Rewrite."

Zhao Qian seemed to know his intention and brought another piece of paper. Dongfang's left and right hand rubbed for a long time, leaving a total of ten words: "The southern branch of the bird's nest, try to add food."

Maybe there was too much mental strength condensed when writing, and Dongfang Ye's forehead was full of sweat and rolled down.

Zhao Qian wiped it for him, took out another piece of paper and spread it on the ground.

Master Dongfang sat on the edge of the bed, with his legs hanging in front of the bed and his feet slightly on the ground. Zhao Qian firmly held his back. Dongfang tried to control the brush with his toes, but failed several times. He dyed the ground with ink and changed several sheets of paper. It was not easy to spell the shape of a word, but Dongfang Ye was not satisfied and insisted on writing again. He wrote a lot of copies before he finished, and finally his legs stiffened.

Zhao Qian picked out one, "An" with his left foot and "good" on his right foot, and the word "Anhao" together.

Zhao Qian asked Master Dongfang to rest and took the words to dry by the window. He wanted to say something more to Master Dongfang, but he half squinted and his eyes were scattered on those pieces of paper.

An indescribable feeling surged in Zhao Qian's heart. Finally, he didn't say anything and quietly walked out of the room.

Princes Sucome waited impatiently and said, "Brother Qian, what are you carrying in your arms?"

Princess Sucome reached out to get it. Zhao Qian avoided it and said, "It's just a few words written by Dongfang Di. I'll ask the magic doctor to see how his recovery is."

Princess Sucome looked to the bottom and said, "Let me see what the word is." It's still the posture to be taken.

Zhao Qian dodged and said, "Dongfang is very tired now. Go and rub his shoulders and arms."

Princess Sucome hurried into the house as soon as she heard about Dongfang. Zhao Qian was able to get out.