After hearing Wei Zhongxian's eloquent words, Sun Chengzong took a deep breath.
He was not moved, but tried hard to suppress the urge in his heart to laugh out loud.
The entire Ming court knew that Wei Zhongxian was uneducated and his words were always vulgar, but they didn't expect that he had to hold back such a sentence today, which was really embarrassing for nine years.
Wei Zhongxian himself was also very proud and felt that he had reached a higher level. He said to Sun Chengzong
"In a few days, the young man will be able to return to the capital. At that time, our family will let him teach the blood transfusion method in public at the Imperial Hospital, and then spread it to the Ming army. What do you think, Old Suntou?"
Sun Chengzong nodded repeatedly and said: "I will leave the capital for Liaodong in ten days, just in time to see the magical blood transfusion method."
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Outside Beijing.
Wang Meng waved his hand, and the advancing team suddenly stopped.
He stretched on the horse, then dismounted and came to Lampard's carriage.
"Sir, there is still fifty miles to go to the capital. Tiger Cavalry is not allowed to enter the capital without permission, so I can only send you here."
After saying this, he opened the car door.
Lin Ping'an jumped out of the carriage and stretched deeply. He never stopped along the way. Besides rushing every day, it was really hard.
He was not surprised by Wang Meng's words. He had seen the combat power of the Tiger Cavalry. According to the behavior of emperors in history, it would be strange if such an army could enter the capital at will.
Lin Pingan nodded, looked into the distance, and asked, "Are you going to send me off again?"
Wang Meng smiled and replied: "Yes, Qingtian Sword will come back to pick you up."
"Blue Sky Sword?"
Lin Pingan was a little confused. This was another organization he had never heard of. Could it be a flying sword?
Seeing Lin Pingan's surprised expression, Wang Meng didn't explain too much. After all, in his eyes, no matter how calm Lin Pingan was, Ye was still a teenager.
After a while, smoke and dust rose in the distance, followed by the sound of rapid horse hooves.
Lin Pingan raised his eyes and saw more than a dozen horsemen galloping towards them like the wind. It seemed that in the blink of an eye, they were already in front of Lin Pingan and others.
"The King of White Tiger Hall has met Lord Yan."
Wang Meng bowed to the leader and saluted.
Lin Ping'an was already a little curious, but when he saw Wang Meng saluting so respectfully, he couldn't help but take a closer look at the leader.
Who knew that when he saw it, he would be even more surprised.
Because that person turned out to be a woman, and a very young and beautiful woman.
She was wearing a flying fish suit, with a golden lantern embroidered on her chest. Her hair was pulled up high, and a red ribbon on her slender waist perfectly outlined her charming curves. She had almond-shaped eyes and peach cheeks, and bright eyes like water. The end is extremely gorgeous.
Lin Pingan's eyes followed the woman to the rest of the people, and then he realized that everyone was wearing Feiyu uniforms, except that the lantern on the chest was silver.
"It turns out that the so-called Blue Sky Sword is the Jin Yiwei."
Lin Ping'an thought to himself that he was very familiar with Feiyu uniforms. In those TV series in his previous life, the Ming Dynasty Jinyiwei wore such costumes, so he could recognize them at a glance.
The woman called Lady Yan nodded towards Wang Meng, but her eyes looked at Lin Ping'an, and then she let out a chuckle.
"Is this this boy?"
She asked, pointing to Lin Pingan.
Wang Meng nodded, "This is Young Master Lin."
"Well, I really don't know what my adoptive father thought, that he actually used the tiger cavalry of the White Tiger Hall for such a boy."
The woman's beautiful eyebrows were slightly frowned, her straight nose was slightly turned up, and her eyes were looking up and down Lin Ping'an, as if she wanted to see something special.
Lin Ping'an felt a little uncomfortable when this woman looked at him. He thought to himself that he was just a little leader of the Jin Yiwei. How could he be so awesome?
So he turned around and got directly into the carriage.
The woman was stunned for a moment, she didn't expect Lin Ping'an to treat her like this.
She touched her nose and laughed to herself.
There was no way, the other person was just a teenager, and he didn't know his identity. Logically speaking, this reaction was normal. She was just a little angry. Even if the other person was a teenager, he was still a man.
No man can smile at Zhu Queyan without looking at her twice. This is a fact.
So Yan Xiaoxiao was used to being looked at by men, so when Lin Pingan showed a very indifferent look, she was a little uncomfortable.
"The blood exchange method? What the hell?"
"You're not bragging, are you?"
She smiled in her heart, waved her hand, and the carriage started slowly, heading towards the capital.
Lin Pingan was sitting in the carriage, bumping along the way, and the face of the woman just now could not help but appear in his mind.
"She is indeed beautiful, but her condescending look is a bit unbearable."
He was thinking in his heart, and at the same time he was a little curious about the identity of the woman.
"She looks like she's only in her teens. Why is her status so high?"
"Even someone like Wang Meng is respectful to her. And who is the foster father she talks about?"
Several questions came to Lin Ping'an's mind. He couldn't help but lift the curtain and looked at the woman again.
The woman's back is very beautiful. She looks very graceful as she rises and falls with the bumps of the horse. The ponytail behind her head stands up high and sways rhythmically up and down, making people move a little after taking one look. Don't look away.
The distance of fifty miles is not too far, but it is not too close either. It was not until evening that this group of people entered the capital.
Lin Ping'an looked at the streets and alleys, feeling in a trance.
"This is Beijing hundreds of years ago?"
He thought in his mind, filled with curiosity for a moment.
"What a bumpkin."
Yan Xiaoxiao on the side happened to catch a glimpse of Lin Ping'an's curious look, and couldn't help but sneer in her heart.
After a while, the carriage turned into a separate courtyard, and Lin Ping'an finally ended his return trip thousands of miles away.
"You will stay here for the next few days."
Yan Xiaoxiao said to Lin Ping'an who had just jumped off the carriage.
Lin Ping'an looked around and realized that this courtyard was very elegant, but the color of the room was a bit depressing.
It's all black.
"This is where?"
he asked subconsciously.
"you do not need to know."
Yan Xiaoxiao said casually, turned and left without even looking at Lin Pingan, leaving only Lin Pingan with a confused look on his face.
The door to the other courtyard was closed, but an old man with white hair and beard walked out of the black house.
The old man was dressed in ordinary clothes, bowed slightly to Lin Ping'an, and said:
"The old slave has met the young master, and he will serve the young master these days."
Seeing the old man's trembling appearance, Lin Ping'an secretly smiled and said:
"Looking like this, he's probably going to fall over if the wind blows. You're talking about serving yourself. Isn't this a joke?"
He bowed his hands to the old man and walked straight into the house.
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Yan Xiaoxiao left the other courtyard and went straight to the flower room.
The greenhouse is not actually a house, but a manor.
Just because the owner here calls Hua Fangfang, everyone calls this place the Flower House.
Of course there are many flowers in the greenhouse. Even in this cold winter, there are still many flowers in bloom in the greenhouse.
Just stand among these blooming flowers.
He has a knife in his hand, a small knife as black as ink, which is flying up and down as his fingers turn, and the branches and leaves of the plum blossom in front of him are also fluttering with the knife as black as ink. fall.
Hua Fangfang seemed to be very satisfied with the level of pruning. After a moment, he flipped his wrist and the pitch-black knife disappeared. He stood up straight and carefully looked at the plum blossom in front of him, with a satisfied look on his face. smile.
"Father!"
Yan Xiaoxiao's voice came from behind Hua Fang. He turned around, looked at Yan Xiaoxiao and nodded slightly:
"came back?"
Yan Xiao smiled and nodded, "It has been arranged in another courtyard."
After saying this, Yan Xiaoxiao hesitated for a moment, and then asked:
"Father, that's just a teenage boy. I don't think there's anything special about him. Why use the Tiger Cavalry?"
Hua Fangfang did not answer Yan Xiaoxiao's question, but asked: "Do you believe there is a medicine god in this world?"
Yan Xiaoxiao was stunned, curled her lips and said, "I don't believe that."
Hearing this, Hua Fangfang patted the dirt in his hands, and then said with a smile: "I don't believe it either."
Yan Xiaoxiao was stunned and hesitated: "You mean that kid has been lying from beginning to end?"
Hua Fangfang nodded and said with a hint of disdain: "Only those idiots like Hou Jin would believe what that kid said."
After saying this, he turned around and went back to the house. When he came out again, he already had a small box in his hand.
"Look, these things are not something that mere mortals of our dynasty can make."
While talking, Hua Fangfang opened the small box and took out a syringe and a blood transfusion hose.
Yan Xiaoxiao took these two things, put them in front of her eyes and observed them carefully. After a moment, she frowned slightly and said:
"This needle is so exquisite that even the most powerful blacksmith in the Ming Dynasty would never be able to make it."
As she spoke, she picked up the transparent plastic hose again, showing the same surprised expression.
"Father, what is this thing made of? Why have I never seen such a material before?"
While speaking, Yan Xiaoxiao put the plastic hose in her hand and folded it in half, then let go, as if she had never seen the world.
"I haven't seen it either."
Hua Fangfang shook his head and said slowly: "With the Ming Dynasty's current technology, it is estimated that even if it takes another hundred years, it will not be able to make such a thing."
Hearing this, Yan Xiaoxiao suddenly raised her head. She stared at the flowers and asked hesitantly:
"But didn't the foster father just say that this was definitely not what the so-called medicine god showed up to give to that young man?"
"I did."
Hua Fangfang nodded, with a solemn look on his face, as if he was thinking about something.
"What the foster father means is..."
Yan smiled and stared at the flowers, with a hint of solemnity on her face.
Hua Fangfang raised her head and looked at the horizon, and after a long time she said word by word:
"Heavenly Veiner!"
"If nothing else, this person must be a Tianmai practitioner!"
