Shen Gongbao, who had never read an article written by Shuaibi author before, could only say, "Girl, drink more hot water."
Now, brown sugar glutinous rice cake with brown sugar and ginger.
They are all good things for replenishing blood.
Small courtyard.
As expected, Wu Meiniang was drinking hot water, and Mrs. Wu was rubbing her daughter's belly.
Shen Gongbao went out to visit friends and soon brought back brown sugar glutinous rice cakes and Mid-Autumn moon cakes.
He also said: "I have a friend who owns a store and gave it to me."
There’s no girl who doesn’t have a sweet tooth.
But since the death of old Guo Gong, Wu Meiniang has never eaten candy again.
"Thank you, sir."
Wu Meiniang didn't have much scheming. She believed whatever he said.
Only Wu Shi nodded with a smile, "Everyone has an almighty friend."
"Sir, please take a seat."
Although it was already dark, the mother and daughter had already passed through the gates of hell, so they didn't care about red tape.
"I wonder where Sir is from?"
"Yuzhou."
He was granted the title of god to measure calamity, traveled across the nine states, settled in Chaoge, and built a medical museum.
There is no problem at all in calling people from Yuzhou.
"Sir, are there any brothers and sisters at home?"
"My parents died young, I have no brothers or sisters, I am all alone."
"Well... to be precise, there is a cousin."
It was Xiao Nanshan who recognized his relatives when the gods were measuring the calamity.
With the big banner of my cousin, Xiaonanshan is very prosperous. It occupies the top of the mountain thousands of miles away and calls itself the King of Nanshan.
Asking the door, what are you doing?
What else can you do?
The smart Wu Meiniang quietly ate her brown sugar glutinous rice cake, her fair little face already covered with blush.
"Go to bed early."
Time is like fine sand, and five days passed in the blink of an eye.
In the east of Chang'an City, the queue is getting longer and longer.
There was a miracle doctor in the east of the city, word of mouth spread, and people gathered spontaneously.
Even many colleagues came to the east of the city jealously, pretending to be patients to discuss the truth with Shen Gongbao.
After some discussion, the common thought was, "Wucao! Mader! The medical skills are really awesome!"
Sun Simiao was on the periphery, quietly watching Dr. Shen's diagnosis and treatment, but felt in a trance, "A familiar medical method has appeared again..."
"Tens of thousands of years ago, the great Shang Dynasty was exhausted and sick, and the art of healing the country was born."
"But now is the prosperous age...how could the art of healing the country come to the world?"
The sun sets in the west, and the afterglow of the setting sun illuminates the entire Chang'an in a golden light.
The villagers who wanted to see a doctor left in an orderly manner.
In the distance, a middle-aged man in white clothes, wearing a long sword on his waist, came over with a pot of wine.
Wu Meiniang explained, "Sir, you are practicing. Please come back tomorrow."
The middle-aged man saluted respectfully, "I'm not here to see a doctor today, but I'm here to see you sir."
Shen Gongbao glanced at the middle-aged monk and suddenly felt jealous in his heart, "What is hanging on his waist is the Qingping Sword?"
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
"The Sage of the Supreme Purity...the one I love most is the poor Taoist."
"This Li Bai was really able to please the saints of the Qing Dynasty, and even Qingping passed it down."
When he was a god, Shen Gongbao liked to stay on Jin'ao Island. His brothers and sisters were enthusiastic and unscrupulous.
As Shen Gongbao's realm became more and more advanced, he failed to become a disciple of Jiejiao after all.
Instead, he opened up the Penglai line on his own.
The relationship between Sage Shangqing and Shen Gongbao is more like a teacher and a friend.
It can be simpler and mixed with brotherly love.
After all, both of them are in their twenties and look dazed.
"Li Bai, pay homage to senior." Li Baixing bowed before him.
Shen Gongbao nodded, "Well, help me clean up."
"yes!"
Wu Meiniang's beautiful eyes on the side were very shocked, "Is he Li Bai?"
"Li Bai, who has been required to recite the entire text since he was a child!"
"Idol!"
"Why did Li Bai pay such a big courtesy to your husband?"
"And you still call me senior?"
Li Baidai's wine is the treasure of Jin'ao Island.
Li Bai followed him into the house to eat.
He seemed to be extremely respectful, as if he respected his teacher, he respected Baobao.
Wu Meiniang held a small wine bowl and drank the fairy wine. She stared straight at Shen Gongbao with her big eyes, "I'm so curious."
"Drink less. Brother Tongtian's wine contains fake ingredients."
Li Bai was stunned, "Is it fake? It tastes good."
Anyway, Bao Bao gets a headache every time he drinks it.
Li Bai became more respectful and courteous, "Senior, the five hundred years have come and Brother Monkey is about to escape from the disaster. He..."
When Li Bai came this time, he was still too worried about Brother Monkey.
Five hundred years have passed and Brother Monkey can escape from the disaster.
But what about after leaving Wuzhishan?
Where should fate go?
Can it be transcended?
Li Bai was tested by the Sage of the Shangqing Dynasty on Jin'ao Island, and became a disciple of Jiejiao. He passed through layers of secret realms, understood Qingping's sword technique, sword power, and sword intention, and gained the teacher's favor.
Get the Qingping Sword.
Of course Li Bai knew the meaning of Qingping Sword!
The world is so vast that Li Bai can travel all over the world with a sword. Everywhere he goes, Li Bai is treated as a guest!
Qingping Sword showed Li Bai's status as a Jie Jiao at a glance.
Although the deputy leader is said to be a treasure, but...who can say for sure?
Li Bai probably achieved transcendence, wrote hundreds of poems about wine fights, and traveled everywhere with a sword.
But what about Brother Monkey?
After leaving Wuzhishan, do you join Buddhism and learn Buddhist scriptures?
Li Bai was confused and came here today to ask for advice.
Shen Gongbao drank a glass of wine and looked at Li Bai with a smile, "How can you think that Wukong has no better opportunities than you?"
Li Bai was suddenly stunned.
"yes!"
That day, he and Brother Monkey entered Jin'ao Island and became a disciple of Jie Jiao. However, Brother Monkey was taken away by his senior.
Brother Monkey was suppressed at the foot of Wuzhi Mountain. Didn’t Senior know?
He has received a great opportunity, how can Brother Monkey be any worse?
Li Bai's face showed excitement and joy, "Yes! Senior!"
"Bai, I understand."
After drinking the wine, Li Bai laughed freely and left.
Mrs. Wu is already in good health and is clearing the dishes.
Small courtyard.
The night was hazy.
The breeze is cool.
Wu Meiniang drank some fairy wine, her face was red and she was drunk.
If you don't have the energy to cultivate it, this drunkenness may last for thousands of years.
It is as white as a flower, covering the small courtyard with a layer of silver frost.
"Sir, the moonlight tonight is so beautiful."
In the bright moon, the trees are all dyed, and it is indeed a rare bright moon.
Wu Meiniang stood in the small courtyard, the moonlight shining on her face, her bright eyes and white teeth, cold and stunning with a drunken cuteness.
The breeze blew through her bun, which looked quite messy and beautiful.
It’s hard not to be tempted by Leopard!
When you are drunk, you are probably the most innocent side of a person.
Speak your mind.
"Meeting Mr., it's really Mei Niang's luck that has exhausted her life..."
Shen Gongbao listened quietly, with a smile on his lips.
"You're drunk, go and have a rest."
"No, Mei Niang is not drunk...really not."
Then he walked to Shen Gongbao desperately and fell into his arms.
Her cherry-like mouth curled up and she muttered: "I'm not drunk..."
The pure and gentle mana began to nourish her body.
He glanced at the bright moon and said, "The night tonight is really beautiful."
…
Half a month has already passed.
But there are too many people.
Even Sun Simiao joined the free clinic, but he still couldn't treat all the patients.
"The Tang Dynasty has just calmed down the troubled times, and the people at the bottom are suffering a little..." Sun Simiao said tentatively.
The implication is as if I was telling Shen Gongbao again, "In this world, there are only minor illnesses that can be recovered with care, and there is no need to use the skills of healing the country."
In Sun Simiao's view, the art of healing the country should be more accurately called: "The art of slaying dragons..."
Shen Gongbao smiled calmly, "In the early days of the Tang Dynasty, the troubled times were put under control, and everything was in ruins waiting to be revitalized, and the world could be restored."
"It's just that the Human Emperor is sick."
"The illness is not serious."
