"The old man is a little arrogant and has something to worry about. If you have any words to talk to the younger generation at home, don't lose your temper at any time, it's not good for your health."

Mo Li did not prescribe the prescription, but only gave Bao Guanyong a small bottle of Cihuitang's Qingxin Pingqi Pills.

Yuan Ting was skeptical, and saw that the old man was so rare that he didn't say anything. He thought that he would not lose his temper. At worst, he could go back to the rice shop and ask in detail.

When the people from Cihuitang sent them out, Mo Li followed a few steps.

"Some things are just like illness and cannot be delayed."

Bao Guanyong was shocked and turned around suddenly, but Mo Li was already looking at a patient who was being helped by an apprentice in the pharmacy.

The sound that was just heard in my ears was as thin as a mosquito, which should have been said by the doctor.

But in a trance, it sounded like Meng Qi's voice.

Manager Bao was helped out by his disciples without belonging.

Yuan Ting is not stupid. Seeing Manager Bao like this, he knew that his master was really hiding something from him.

When this stubbornness turned around and things that had never thought of came to my mind one by one, Yuan Ting's face darkened.

——He couldn't figure it out. Seeing that King Ning was about to rise up, Master was remorseful?

The master and apprentice returned to the small building behind the rice shop. There were five lanes near the wooden building, which were usually free of obstacles to enter and exit. Once the machine spring was pulled down, a total of eighteen mechanisms were activated. There were many skilled craftsmen in the south of the Yangtze River, and Bao Guanyong was even more of the veterans of Fengxing Pavilion. They seemed to have only one stronghold in the rice shop in the small town, but in fact, the entire street behind them lived all the people from Fengxing Pavilion.

Naturally, Yuan Ting couldn't tell anyone about those things to Manager Bao outside. He pretended to be normal, looked at the account book and handled the trivial matters in Fengxing Pavilion, and waited for the genius to lie down after the update.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Yuan Ting quietly flipped through the window and flashed into the house of Manager Bao Bao next door.

Bao Guanyong did not fall asleep and sat in front of the stool waiting for his apprentice.

The room was pitch black and the lights could not be lit. Neither master nor apprentice spoke, and just looked at it for a while.

The only light comes from Cihui Hall in the distance.

"Master, don't you be optimistic about King Ning?" Yuan Ting asked softly.

"King Ning is lustful and useless, what can I say?"

Bao Guanyong snorted, if any of the three kings in Jiangnan have the most useful ones, will he be here now?

Yuan Ting said patiently: "Master, you are taller from the short man. Compared to King Jing's arrogance, King Wu's greed is just good. He is incompetent. Besides, we are not assisting King Ning. Didn't Mr. Qiu say that lust has the benefits of lust. This year, he will be favored next year. King Ning has more than 20 sons. Choosing one that can support the overall situation is better than King Jing of Wu. Now, it is not true that Mr. Qiu's words are verified? King Ning's seventeen sons are promising, both civil and military, and the Chu Dynasty has great hope of revival."

Bao Guanyong reached out and poured the medicine bottle down and swallowed a Qingxin Pingqi Pill directly.

Yuan Ting: “…”

What did he say wrong?

As for taking medicine for him to show it on the spot?

Bao Guanyong let out a long breath, and his anger hurt his body. The disciple of Doctor Qin was indeed thoughtful and could prescribe appropriate medicines when facing people who pretended to be sick.

"You have been in Fengxing Pavilion for so many years, and you have never seen or heard of the famous talented man in Jiangnan. Do you tell me, what kind of onion is the Seventeenth son of King Ning? Is his both civil and military skills real? Or is he praised by others?"

There must be some flattery, but it is not that there is no real talent or knowledge, otherwise it will not be able to be praised.

For fame and fortune, you can speak against your conscience, but if you have too many consciences, you will not even find your conscience, and you will have no place to gain a foothold in the Scholar literary world.

Yuan Ting said in confusion: "For kings, as long as you know others and make good use of them, you don't need to be better than others in everything."

How many top scholars have been there in all dynasties? Does the emperor still have to write an article that is more colorful than the top scholar?

"Hmph, it's easy to use people." Bao Guanyong waved his hand and sneered, "I used to be a member of the army, but later I was wandering around the world. The most impatient thing was poetry and articles. Of course, I would not think that to be an emperor, I must have the talent of the top scholar. In my opinion, the imperial examination officials were just to choose smart people. Those who study hard and do not understand the national policy will be able to get the juren at most. Even if the ancestral tombs are smoke, they will be able to get a Jinshi and get a Jinshi and get a Jinshi in the officialdom. If all the civil and military officials are smart, what would happen if the emperor is not smart enough? If all the civil and military officials are not smart enough, what would happen to the country and what would happen to the people?"

Yuan Ting was dumbfounded, and he subconsciously retorted: "What do you mean is that the little prince is not smart enough? Master has never even seen the little prince's face, so why did he conclude that he was not successful?"

Bao Guanyong looked at him steadily, and after a long time, he whispered softly as if he was muttering to himself:

"Because... this little prince was chosen by Mr. Qiu."

***

Cihui Hall.

Because of the curfew, the number of doctors seeking medical treatment at the door finally stopped. The last few patients who had no time to leave the shop before the curfew took the medicine. The serious illness was left in the room behind Cihui Hall, and they gently went to the inn in the shop with their families.

The lights were not out, and the servants were busy cleaning, and the apprentices re-prepared medicine and made pills, and counted the medicine cabinet.

The two doctors who used to leave early did not go home today. They took the prescription from the diary under the light to ask Mo Li for advice.

Mo Li will not stay in the city for a long time. In another day, the patients in the city will be treated almost well, at least the first-time rescuers should be gone. Although they do not know Mo Li's identity and origin, literati and poets can use poetry as famous posts, and even if they don't know each other, they can sing each other. In the apricot forest, good medical skills and good prescriptions are famous posts.

With famous posts, wouldn’t you be treated as a distinguished guest?

The best room on the second floor of Cihuitang was cleaned up, the cool mat and soft pillows were newly purchased, and there was also a pot of hot soup and two plates of Su style snacks.

The snacks in the south are very different from those in the north. They have more nuts and flesh, and they prefer to add pickled osmanthus, peach blossoms, orange peels, etc. to the snacks, which are both fragrant and easy to eat. Even the black carp couldn't help but eat a piece. Originally, he planned to leave all of these for Meng Qi.

Mo Li even thought that the plate of wine-making rice cake that Cihuitang had eaten at noon tasted very good. Unfortunately, Meng Qi was not there at that time, so he couldn't hide a piece of rice cake in his sleeves in front of everyone's eyes.

"This sugar rice cake tastes very sweet, so the doctor also gave me a piece?"

Meng Qi said, but his eyes were reluctant to leave.

Mo Li silently turned her eyes away - she was a gerbil who was afraid of bitterness and loved to eat sweetness.

"Brother Meng, I'm worried that Manager Bao and his apprentice will start arguing with each other." Mo Li looked at the dark night on the other end of the alley and sighed.

"Sooner or later, it will be better to uncover the words now, and the master and apprentice are out of the way."

Meng Qi used chopsticks to hold rice cakes and said casually, "Yuan Ting understands military tactics and can defend against the enemy on the battlefield. Once King Ning raises his army, he will definitely enter the army. This is also the future that Yuan Ting originally planned for himself. Bao Guanyong has been unable to make up his mind to show off with his disciples, because of this."

Staff Ning Wang was dormant for many years, and the forces he carefully cultivated were waiting for the day of the rebellion. Is Yuan Ting an unambitious person?

Meng Qi continued without raising his head, "Ambition, and his own ideas... People like Yuan Ting are the backbone who supports the father of Qiu Pavilion. They will not stand on Qiu Jing's side, because they feel that what they do is righteous, pacify the Central Plains and reorganize the mountains and rivers, and re-emerge the wars for this, and it is also worth it."

But now it is different from the last years of the Chen Dynasty.

The lives of the people are indeed very hard, and many people cannot survive, but the monarch and minister who can truly bring them good days and return to the prosperous era of the Chu Dynasty did not exist.

When the wars and wars go together, the people will die. The world will be unified and the Ning King ascended the throne, and the people's lives will not be much better.

"It's not that I underestimated the ability of the counselor Ning Wang to govern the country, but that he had too little help and his path was too biased. He actually used his biological daughter to hide his people in the world." Meng Qi paused and said calmly, "How difficult is it to govern the country? I have tried it with my old friends. It takes generations of achievements to make the people live and work in peace. King Ning does not have so many talents, and Yuan Ting has been lying in the world for a long time. It may be possible to suppress the water bandits and kill the enemy. When it comes to governing the country, he will be blind."

Mr. Qiu won over and trained people who were not clear about these things, and were full of achievements, and were appointed as marquis and ministers, and even thought that this was to seek welfare for the common people in the world.

But who is Bao Guanyong? He has seen the founding monarchs and ministers of the Chu Dynasty and experienced many changes. Even in his early years, he was a vanguard officer who could only charge and lead troops. If he could only lead troops, he would be a fool if he could not see through it.

Meng Qi didn't think his old subordinate was a fool.

"What's even more terrible is that Bao Guanyong has eight apprentices..."

Meng Qi thought of the nicknames of the eight people, and couldn't help but choke for a moment, and then continued quickly, "Especially the boss and the fourth brother, who were nicknamed "Duanshanhu" and "Splitting Mountain Hulk", are still military officers under the command of King Ning. If Bao Guanyong turned against Mr. Qiu, his disciples would be hard to say. Moreover, when I heard what Bao Guanyong said, these disciples wanted to "restore Chu" wholeheartedly."

Rejuvenation of Chu is a good flag.

People want to go back to the past when they have a heart of enlightenment.

Even Bao Guanyong was initially confused by the word "restored Chu". He hated Li Yuanze and even more hated Emperor Qi Lu Zhang.

Although Li Yuanze is abominable, there are not a few kings who kill meritorious officials in history books. When Li Yuanze died, Bao Guanyong only valued the "Chu Dynasty". In his eyes, Lu Zhang was a courtier who usurped the throne and killed him without surrender. Bao Guanyong wanted to cut him into pieces.

If there was no such hatred, even if Mr. Qiu was willing to save him, Bao Guanyong might not have been attracted by him.

"...Shopkeeper Bao is getting older, and the hatred in his heart has been slowly replaced by his concern for his disciples. Before he knew it, he became a stranger to the counselor Ning Wang."

After listening to Meng Qi's words, Mo Li thought to herself that it was indeed the case.

"Then Brother Meng thinks that if their master and apprentice spread their words, can they focus from now on?"

"Disaster."

Meng Qi shook his head without hesitation, "The oldest disciple is in his forties and is not a child, so how could he not have his own ideas?"

Even if the second son Yuan Ting in front of him could persuade him, the other two disciples far away in Luling County could not be pulled back.

Meng Qi came in secretly. He could not sit in front of the light, otherwise the shadow would be reflected on the window and he could only find a corner.

Mo Li simply moved the round stool to the corner, and the two of them sat together.

Meng Qi used chopsticks to feed the remaining piece of candy rice cake to Mo Li's mouth.

Mo Li took a bite and pushed it back.

"Remember to use green salt after eating." Mo Li put the plate back into the food box and rinsed her mouth.

Meng Qi sat down and hugged the person from behind, without letting go.

Mo Li turned around and broke free, and sent the food box and soup pot downstairs.

When I came back, I used all the hot water towels and green salt. Someone was lying in the bed, calling it helping to warm the quilt.

Mo Li: "…"

It's hot in August, warming up a ghost quilt!

He hadn't blamed the gerbil for sleeping on the mat as hot!

"The doctor is tired today." Meng Qi started to touch Mo Li's shoulders.

Although he didn't know how to massage, the martial arts master was proficient in meridian acupoints. He pinched and pressed them. The moli was relieved by Meng Qi for a while, and was sore and soft that he almost made a sound.

"Don't move, sleep." Mo Li held down one hand of the other, and the other hand came up again.
To be continued...