Feeling the white cloth on her calf being untied, Liu Yin's breathing became more rapid.
He has been keen and studious since he was a child. He passed the Tongsheng Examination at the age of fifteen and became a scholar at the age of seventeen. Last year, he narrowly missed passing the Juren Examination in the Provincial Examination. He has a bright future.
Originally, he wanted to go to Beijing to try his luck this year, but unexpectedly, his little sister was humiliated, his parents died unjustly, and he, who might be able to redress his family's grievances, was deliberately provoked and murdered by his enemies.
Others didn't know what was on the knife, but he knew it.
There’s gold juice on it…
It's not the kind of golden juice that can be used as medicine, but the excrement water used when defending the city and wounding people. After it invades the wound, it will cause the wound to fester and pus, making people miserable.
He considers himself a scholar and likes learning the most, but he never thought that he would end up like this.
He only hated his own incompetence. Even if he passed the exam, he still had no place in Mingzhou and could not avenge his parents and sister.
That's right, even though Liu Rong had just said that there was a way to save his brother, and now a child was trying to diagnose and treat him, he still didn't feel that he could really get better.
In fact, when he was injured at the beginning, he had hope for it, but after being disappointed again and again, all his hopes became extravagant hopes.
"How about it, kid, can my student be saved?"
Not only Liu Rong was anxious, Song Yichun, a teacher beside him, was also anxious.
Once a teacher, always a father, he taught his student everything he could, hoping that he would inherit his ambition and become a good official who would serve the people.
Who would have thought that instead of sending the other party into an official career, he would actually drag down their family...
Fortunately, Qi Zhuo, who carefully examined Liu Yin's wounds, quickly nodded and said:
"It can be saved. I brought a lot of prescriptions, and I happened to have one that suits the problem."
Seeing the child reaching into his arms and digging around, he quickly took out a pile of yellow paper, took out one and handed it to Song Yichun and said:
"Sir, please grab the medicine above. I'll boil it for the uncle and add some medicinal materials that can't be bought here. I should be able to save him after a few doses."
Looking at the beautiful child in front of him, Song Yichun's eyes turned red.
He didn't care whether what the child said was true or not, he immediately handed the prescription to Uncle Liu who was standing beside him.
And Uncle Liu took three steps and two steps at a time, and went out of the house to call for people.
It wasn't until they heard Uncle Liu's voice instructing the government officials from outside that everyone gradually came back to their senses and looked at Xiao Qizhuo again.
At this moment, Qi Zhuo doesn't look like the young adult he was just now. He has already stuffed a pile of yellow paper back into his arms, hugged Feng Xi's thigh and started begging for something to eat.
That one call of "Auntie" was so sweet that it was so sweet to the heart.
Only then did everyone realize that the little one was in front of the little one, right?
Still a child.
While Qi Zhuo interacted with Feng Xi and got a colorful lollipop after washing his hands, Song Yichun finally introduced them to another young man in the room.
This young man was very bookish. Although his face was not as pale as Liu Yin's, he still looked weak and haggard.
"Mr. Xiao, this is Song Sheng, the only flesh and blood of my short-lived son. He is the same age as Sister Rong and has just turned eighteen this year."
Seeing his grandfather introducing himself to Li Cifu, Song Sheng, who had already sat up on the couch, immediately raised his hands and said:
"Sheng Sheng has met Mr. Xiao and all the distinguished guests. Logically speaking, Sheng should stand up to greet you. However, Sheng is not congenitally gifted, so he can only neglect you all."
"It doesn't matter."
Li Cifu nodded, feeling that this young man named Song Sheng was worthy of being the grandson of Song Yichun, and he did have some magnanimity.
It's a pity that God is jealous of Yingcai, this body is really...
They all came here, and treating one is curing, and treating two is curing. However, Song Yichun knew that they had the ability to treat diseases, but he did not come forward to request rashly. This shows that he is a governor who understands etiquette.
So Li Cifu wanted to discuss it with the princess's consort at night, and treat it as a reward for Song Yichun, who was diligent and caring for the people.
After all, such honest officials are rare.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he had this idea, he saw Feng Xi patting his nephew's head, and a certain nephew holding a colorful lollipop ran over at that time.
He felt his pulse, looked at his tongue, and asked a few more questions about his symptoms. He raised his hand and took out another piece of yellow paper and handed it to Song Yichun who was standing aside.
This time the child didn't even say much. He obviously didn't think Song Sheng's illness was difficult.
In fact, with Feng Xi's Space Spirit Fruit, they could deal with the disease by just adding some corresponding medicines. If it weren't for the fact that people couldn't eat the fruit directly, which would be too suspicious, they wouldn't even add the medicine.
Of course, space spirit fruit also depends on physical constitution. Some people will die suddenly if they eat too much.
So adding a little bit is actually the safest.
While Song Yichun and others thanked Qi Zhuo repeatedly, there was finally movement in the front hall of the county government office.
I saw a government official rushing in and said in a surprised voice:
"My lord, my lord! The green forest gangster who has been inciting the people of our county all day long has been caught by Captain Yang! Go and have a look, they are escorting people to the Yamen!"
On the street outside the county government office, a group of people were carrying their rice bowls and holding their children, looking at the tall and strong man who was being escorted by a group of government officials and had to lower his head to walk with some surprise.
They recognized this man as the man who had been talking loudly on the street these past few days, calling on the people of their county to join the Green Forest Army and fight against the thief princess and the government to the end.
To be honest, most of them actually admire each other, especially the Green Forest Army behind the other party.
Mingzhou has been having a hard time these past few years. Those in these counties can still grit their teeth and hold on, but many families in the villages are no longer able to survive.
"Hey, actually, the Green Forest Army didn't do anything wrong? Wasn't it because they were forced to do nothing?"
"No, they are all asking for orders for the people. Although we don't have the blood to join, we still admire them, don't we? The Maolin County Magistrate was so bad, he deserved to die!"
"I don't know how Master Song will deal with this strong man. I hope he won't be convicted."
…
The people were talking a lot, and Agent Yang, who was walking at the front, looked cold.
Forced, bloody, don't want to be convicted...
Yes, at first he also felt that the bloody Green Forest Army was just to speak out for the people of Mingzhou.
Until Magistrate Song told him that this so-called speaking out was actually a rebellion, which seemed bloody but was actually stupid.
Since ancient times, the people have not fought with the officials. No matter the weapons or discipline of the officers and soldiers, they are not comparable to a group of bandits and green forests.
It would be fine if they were in troubled times, and they might not be able to fight if they rise up.
But it happened that the Dazhao period had been peaceful for twenty or thirty years, and it was a time when the country's national power was on the rise.
The rebellion might be able to kill the thief princess at this time, but what about after she is killed?
Would the imperial court just watch them rely on rebellion to challenge the nobles in the court, but do nothing?
No, after the fall of the princess, what awaits them is most likely a bloody suppression by the imperial court and even more harsh treatment.
After all, the weight of rebellion is far beyond what ordinary people like them can bear.
As Capt. Yang was thinking, he suddenly saw several people rushing out from the streets and alleys, aiming directly at their group.
