Chapter 8 Real Thighs

Something happened!
Sitting in the Wang family's carriage, Murong Ji held Wang Yuyan and sat opposite Li Qingluo. He looked at her with a frown on her face, as if she was worried about something.

Murong Ji lowered his head and said nothing. Although Li Qingluo was beautiful, as the legal wife of the Wang family, she had to possess necessary moral qualities.

For example, modesty and chastity.

Li Qingluo didn't get involved at all.

She is more like a spoiled young lady. She can be a concubine but not a wife.

What's more, there is no way to hide what happened between her and Duan Zhengchun.

Thinking of the strange atmosphere between his uncle and aunt recently, although they had not made a scene in front of others, Murong was very sure that Wang Xin knew about the affair between Li Qingluo and Duan Zhengchun.

Looking at Wang Yuyan in his arms, Murong Ji sighed. He had thought about this a long time ago. In order to strike a blow against the Wang family, Murong Bo had no choice but to drive them out of Gusu.

For example, information like a prefect's wife having an affair is not a big deal in modern times.

However, in the Northern Song Dynasty, which had a strict ritual system, this was a political stain, which was very serious for local officials.

Cultivate yourself, manage your family, govern the country and bring peace to the world. If you can't even manage your family, let alone govern the country.

Now, Li Qingluo led a few people to Yong'an Temple to pray for peace of mind and hope that she and Wang Xin would have a good outcome.

It’s best not to be abandoned by Wang Xin.

Murong Ji could probably guess what Li Qingluo was thinking. Duan Zhengchun was her white moonlight, but Wang Shen was her real life.

[She still has feelings for Wang Xin.]

But, I am afraid that Li Qingluo's existence and her previous actions are fatal to Wang Xin.

"who!"

The guards outside shouted loudly, followed by the sound of clanging and fighting. Li Qingluo had a murderous look on his face and rushed out with a sword in hand.

Wang Yuyan pointed outside the car, "Cousin..."

"It's okay, my aunt will take care of it."

This is not the first time. After Murong Bo's death, many martial artists attacked Mantuo Villa and Yanziwu.

After all, the Langhuan Jade Cave and the Huanshi Water Pavilion on the Taihu Lake are too famous. Without anyone guarding them, how could they not attract people?

Li Qingluo sat back in the car with a murderous look on her face, not saying a word, the blood still dripping from the sword.

"Madam, I will ask someone to send the injured brothers to the infirmary first."

"Go ahead and bring more silver."

Li Qingluo still frowned, staring at the floor beneath her feet, still feeling very upset.

"Wait! Wait! Gentlemen, if you send them to the hospital with such injuries, they would have died long ago. Why don't you let me try?"

The guards outside were hesitant for a moment and could only ask Li Qingluo to speak.

"Ma'am, look..."

"May I ask your name, sir?" Li Qingluo's voice was cold, but with a different kind of charm.

I have to say, Li Qingluo is really good-looking.

"I am Qian Yi, and my courtesy name is Zhongyang."

Murong Ji quickly opened the car window curtain to let himself see outside. There was a man in his early thirties, dressed in a crown hat and Confucian robes. He didn't look like a Taoist priest, nor like a Confucian scholar.

Behind him, there was a half-grown child carrying a medicine box.

Suddenly, Murong Ji was stunned, Qian Yi?

Which Qian Yi? ! ! !
My heart skipped a beat! What is a surprise? This is it!

Damn! Qian Yi!
At this moment, there was only one word in Murong Ji's mind: thigh! Thighs in the Northern Song Dynasty!
Qian Yi may not be very famous, but when it comes to Liuwei Dihuang Pills, he is definitely famous. He is a representative figure of Yin-tonifying prescriptions among doctors.

Let’s put it this way, even to modern times, there are still many pediatric medicines that use his prescriptions.

His pediatric nursing knowledge, prescriptions, medical records, etc. are still used today. Although his reputation is not as widespread as Li Shizhen's, his achievements and influence are no less than Li Shizhen's.

Such a great man is standing right in front of Murong Ji. How can Murong Ji not be excited!
"My dear young master, you are ill. Your illness is very serious."

Murong Ji: "..."

If my thigh says I am sick, then I am sick.

"Ahem, sir, how to cure it?"

"We'll talk about this later."

"Okay, sir, please save those brothers."

Murong Ji carried Wang Yuyan to Li Qingluo and planned to get off the car to take a look.

Li Qingluo was a little surprised, "Do you trust him so much?"

"Aunt, someone who can tell that I'm sick based on my facial features must be someone extraordinary."

Li Qingluo was speechless for a moment. She remembered that many charlatans often said this, right? It was important to make a good first impression.

Just as he was about to remind him, Murong Ji had already gotten off the carriage and was watching Qian Yi stop the bleeding.

His eyes swept over the young man, "Young man, what's your name?"

"No need to be so polite, my surname is Yan, Yan Jizhong."

Murong Ji nodded. He was also a famous doctor whose name was recorded in history.

The group arrived at Yong'an Temple and checked into the temple directly.

After arranging the room, Murong Ji couldn't wait to find Qian Yi.

The master and disciple had just finished tidying up the room when they saw Murong Ji come in and invited him to the table.

Yan Jizhong took out a pulse pillow and placed it on the table. Seeing that Murong Ji was too young to reach it, he moved it towards him.

After Qian Yi had packed all his things, he walked over slowly with the sleeves of his Confucian robe rolled up.

Standing beside the table, taking Murong Ji's pulse, his eyes gradually drooped.

Murong Ji's heart skipped a beat. He was not afraid of the Chinese medicine practitioner smiling, but he was afraid of the Chinese medicine practitioner looking down.

"Sir, am I..."

Qian Yi let go of his hand and looked up and down at Murong Ji's clothes. He was wearing a warrior's tights inside and a scholar's long gown outside.

Poor in literature but rich in martial arts, this outfit is enough to explain Murong Ji's background, but I still have to ask a question.

"Is your family rich?"

Murong Ji was startled, and a strange feeling rose from the bottom of his heart. Could this person be a liar? ! He asked uncertainly: "Sir, is he really Qian Yi?"

Qian Yi's eyes popped out instantly, "How could it be fake?! I'm not a famous doctor, so how can someone pretend to be one?"

Murong Ji breathed a sigh of relief. At that time, Qian Yi was only in his thirties and had not yet accumulated much fame. He was in the stage of summarizing his studies as a traveling doctor.

Exhale slowly, and then there will be no problem.

"My family is rich, but my brother wants me dead. My uncle is rich, but I don't know if he is willing to spend it on me."

Qian Yi remained silent. He had heard about the dirty deeds in big families over the years.

"Your illness has damaged your foundation. If you were an adult, there would be no cure. Fortunately, you are still a child. However, you need money. Many medicinal herbs are not cheap."

Murong Ji sighed and said nothing.

Don't talk about making money with paper, soap and the like. This is the Northern Song Dynasty, an era dominated by clans, and they will eat you up without leaving even a dregs.

If you don't have status and power, you will be executed according to clan laws and family rules, and the laws of the Song Dynasty will not be able to save you. Just say "this is my family affair" and it will be settled.

(End of this chapter)