Shen Hui took Jiang Yunqing's arm and walked to the stone table in the yard, "Come on, come on, tell me in detail!"

"Okay, okay!"

Jiang Yunqing said three good words in a row, but was still dragged away by Shen Hui.

I have to say that Mr. Shen is really strong. If Jiang Yunqing doesn't use her inner strength, she really can't defeat this old man.

Zhang Yuan came to the stone table with a tray and two large bowls of noodles. He looked at the middle of the yard. Dozens of bluestone slabs were missing, exposing large areas of brown soil. His face Shang suddenly looked like he was constipated. It would be up to him to fix it then!

It's not that Jiang Yunqing and Uncle Yang were squeezing him. Just like many of the furniture in Jianlu Courtyard, Uncle Yang originally wanted to spend money to buy them. The empress took them over and said nothing else. She must have provided enough money. .

But Zhang Yuan was afraid of poverty, and felt that there was no need to spend such wasted money, so he spent some money to buy some wood and started buying furniture by himself.

The same goes for breakfast. Uncle Yang's craftsmanship in Jianlu can only be said to be edible. After all, you can't expect the medicinal food of this era to taste good, let alone an old man with a silver needle in his left hand and a long sword in his right hand. Good food.

Zhang Yuan's expression of constipation suddenly turned to helplessness. Now as Uncle Yang's body gradually recovers and no longer needs care, it seems that he can only do these things.

"Why don't we talk after we have a meal?"

Hearing this, Shen Hui looked up at the sun that had just risen. It was indeed time for breakfast. Ordinary people in this era did not have the concept of three meals a day, but doctors with some qualifications still knew and paid attention to eating breakfast. of.

"Okay, okay, eat noodles first, eat noodles first!"

Shen Hui waved his hand and took down a bowl of steaming noodles with his bare hands. His eyes unnaturally glanced at a dressing table and wardrobe that he had smashed in the corner of the yard.

It was the dressing table and wardrobe that Zhang Yuan made for Jiang Tong. They were finished a few days ago. They were painted with palm oil and left to dry in the yard.

Now that he has ruined it, how can I dare to mention what happened just now? It is better to expose the matter as soon as possible. After all, Jiang Yunqing can run away, but the monk cannot run away from the temple. Uncle Yang is here, can Jiang Yunqing not want this master? So you can ask Jiang Yunqing anytime about the improved version of Wind and Thunder Fist.

Zhang Yuan didn't care about his destroyed work. He was very satisfied with his current life and there was no need to pursue this matter. He put down another bowl of noodles on the tray in front of Jiang Yunqing and handed a pair of chopsticks to Jiang Yunqing and Shen respectively. Yes, I then took the tray and went back to pick up the remaining bowls of noodles.

Uncle Yang brought Jiang Tong to the table and sat down. Just when Shen Hui was about to move his chopsticks, the door of Jianlu Villa was pushed open by a frizzy little boy.

The little boy looks about six or seven years old. He doesn't look fat, but has a chubby face. He wears a tiger head hat on his head and his little feet can move very fast.

Ignoring the others, the little boy rushed towards Shen Hui, yes, he just jumped towards him.

One foot stepped on the place where the bluestone slab was missing. The unexpected drop caused his whole forward tendency to change and he rushed towards Shen Hui.

When Shen saw that the little boy was about to fall, he was also anxious. He quickly stepped forward and leaned over to hug the little boy. Then he carefully put the little boy on the ground, pinched the little boy's left wrist with one hand, and touched the little boy's joints with the other hand. His eyes circled around the little boy, checking whether the little boy was injured. , I can’t wait to give the little boy a full physical examination.

"How is it? Zeng Qing, did you fall?"

The little boy was taking the trouble, puffing his cheeks angrily, his chubby little face looking more rounded, his big, slightly uncoordinated eyes tightly closed, and his hands waving wildly.

"Oh, grandpa, please stop making trouble!"

Shen Hui was afraid that the little boy would hit him, so he quickly let go of his hand.

The little boy felt Shen Hui let go, and then he stopped waving his arms, panting and saying in a panic: "Grandpa, please go back to the medical office quickly. A saint from Huanyinfang has been poisoned. The poison is very strange. My uncles and uncles all have no idea!"

When he heard that Sheng Ji from Huanyinfang had been poisoned, Shen Hui lost his composure. He said goodbye to Uncle Yang and Jiang Yunqing, and hurriedly took the little boy back to Fengxiang Medical Bureau.

Jiang Yunqing could understand Shen Hui's eagerness.

Huanyinfang's status in the Qi Kingdom is transcendent. Because of the Empress, Huanyinfang is not only responsible for the intelligence and espionage work of the Qi Kingdom, but also has the shadow of Huanyinfang in some military deployments and political situations in the Qi Kingdom.

Although Huanyinfang was criticized in the Qi Kingdom because it was run by a group of women, Huanyinfang's work efficiency was surprisingly high, and with the pressure of King Qi, the officials in the Qi Kingdom's court were speechless.

"Master, how about I come over too?"

I don't know what kind of poison it is, but it can make the entire Fengxiang Medical Bureau helpless and have to trouble Shen Hui. Jiang Yunqing is also a little curious.

"Well, you might as well go there. The old guy rarely takes action in person now, so there aren't many opportunities."

Uncle Yang nodded. Shen Hui's medical skills have been much better than his over the years, but now Shen Hui rarely takes action. It is rare to observe actual combat, and he naturally does not want his apprentice to miss it.

In fact, if it weren't for his current status being somewhat special and unable to appear in public, he would have wanted to take a look.

After receiving Uncle Yang's approval, Jiang Yunqing put down his chopsticks, walked out the door, and rushed towards Fengxiang Medical Bureau.

Jiang Yunqing was much faster than Shen Hui, not to mention that Shen Hui had to take Shen Zengqing with him, so he didn't dare to go any faster.

After a while, Jiang Yunqing caught up with Shen Hui.

"Boy, why are you here?"

Shen Hui looked at Jiang Yunqing who was catching up and asked in confusion.

"Master said that Mr. Shen has rarely taken action in recent years. This junior does not want to miss this opportunity to observe." Jiang Yunqing replied with a smile.

"I just look down on ordinary illnesses. It seems that I can't feel the pulse or give an injection."

Shen Hui curled his lips and muttered, seeming to be dissatisfied with what Jiang Yunqing or Uncle Yang said.

It was only then that Jiang Yunqing noticed that although Shen Hui's hands were wide, there were no calluses. The fingers were well-defined and slender, but there were no obvious traces of maintenance, which was obviously not the result of acquired maintenance.

Perhaps it’s because of the Feng Lei Fist. Although the Feng Lei Fist is an external martial art, its internal training is more effective than many internal techniques. Jiang Yunqing didn't know enough about Shen Hui, so he could only guess like this.

Regarding Shen Hui's muttering, Jiang Yunqing smiled and defended his master, "Actually, it was the junior who wanted to come over and have a look. The junior has some connections with Huanyinfang."

"What? Which woman in there do you like?"

This was the first thing Shen Hui thought of. After all, in his understanding, Jiang Yunqing was just a doctor, so how could he have any connection with assassination organizations like Huanyinfang in other aspects.

Shen Hui also knew these days that Uncle Yang used to live in seclusion in Qingcheng Mountain, which was not within the Qi Kingdom.

"Well, how should I put it? Yes, and no, I don't know how to describe it."

Jiang Yunqing's face was obviously stunned. He didn't expect Mr. Shen to be so straightforward. Wasn't he holding a little kid in his hand? Is this really appropriate to say?

However, Shen Hui laughed without scruple, "Hahaha, you are much better than your master. Your master, that old guy, never got a wife even when he was old."