Pick all the cold branches

Hu Jingcheng had a headache for a long time, and later he came to the southeast, and under the pressure of the war and official strife, he contracted perennial stomach pains, so no matter where he went, he would never be short of a doctor.

So Hu Jingcheng asked the old doctor who had been treating him for many years on his behalf, saying that he had two clan nephews from his hometown, and he wanted to learn some medicine and pharmacology. Could he be a short-term apprentice with him on the way back to Beijing? qualification.

Unexpectedly, the old doctor refused to agree, and pointed to His Highness Prince Jing, saying that this young man has evil spirits on him, not like a doctor, but he is very satisfied with Zhen Xian. , Hanging pot to help the world.

The three words "has evil spirit" are not really a good evaluation.The old doctor didn't know the true identities of the two, but he was very keenly aware of the difference under the surface at a glance.It's just that this difference is acceptable to His Highness Prince Jing, but it's always a bit unpleasant.

In the end, it was Hu Jingcheng who repeated it several times before the old doctor reluctantly agreed, and made an agreement with Hu Dutang that this journey would end at the border of Shuntianfu, and that he would not be able to travel any further.

Zhen Xian always felt that, in fact, the old man had vaguely noticed a lot, that's why he didn't want to go to Beijing with them.

But what he didn't expect was that when he was parting before entering Beijing, the old doctor stubbornly put aside the crowd, dragged him aside and asked him: "In your eyes, there is a kind thought of saving others, but no murderous aura. It's not your place, why don't you want to follow me?"

Zhen Xian was shocked for a long time before returning to his senses, and couldn't help but wry smile.

"I promised a person that I will never leave him again in this life."

The old doctors seemed to have expected it.

"The world is so big, there are thousands of ways to save people, and you choose the most difficult one." He sighed, took out a prescription that had been drawn up and handed it to Zhen Xian, "Your old wounds haven't healed, I have a pair of prescriptions here, none of which are particularly rare and precious medicinal materials, you can take them for now, and avoid being cold and tired in the future."

Zhen Xian took the prescription and saw the old man walking away alone with a medicine basket on his back and a hoe in his arms.

Not far away, when we reached the gate of the city of Beijing, we could see the street cleaning notice posted in front of the gate from a distance, as well as corpses hanging for public display.Huanglong's body.

A not-so-tall hound, with a stiff, blood-stained body and a rotten head hanging alone, showing the same black color.

The smell of death attracts scavengers and flies.Crows screamed on the dead branches.All the pedestrians who came in and out covered their mouths and noses and turned their faces away, as if they couldn't bear to look directly at the tragic scene.

Zhen Xian stared blankly at the dog whose head had been decapitated, and could hardly stand still.

What came to my mind in an instant was not the picture of getting along with each other in the past, nor was it anger or fear, but a blank space without temperature.

He couldn't help but began to think why Huanglong was hung here, at the city gate they had to pass through when returning to the capital, what does it mean, is it a signal, is the other party already aware of it...

The dangerous aura rushed towards his face, stirring up a thousand waves, and there was no time to feel sad.

But Jiafei quickly supported him from behind.

The familiar body temperature and strength instantly pulled him out of the endless questions.

Just like a drowning man, he sucked in a mouthful of air, coughing so much that he bent his body.