Chun, the sound is the same as stupid, this is the year title set for Emperor Chun by the ministers after negotiating for many geniuses. Emperor Chun was still ignorant, but others secretly laughed at him, and even those courtiers and treacherous eunuchs used his name to collect money wantonly, fish the common people, and torn apart a good Jin state.
When General Huwei invaded the capital, for a moment or two, Emperor Chun had the idea of committing suicide, but he lost all his courage when he saw the dead body of the Queen Mother. He wanted to live, desperately wanted to live, and even lingering on was better than nothing. So he took out the treasure map that the royal family had kept for thousands of years in exchange for such an opportunity. After being stabbed in the heart by General Huwei, for some reason, his confused thinking began to become clear, and he gradually realized that even if he gave the treasure, the other party might not always keep his word. In today's world, it's the norm to cross rivers and demolish bridges, unload mills and kill donkeys.
Fortunately, the blood of the royal family was needed to open the underground palace, so Emperor Chun survived to the end without incident. To be honest, although General Huwei behaved rudely, he was not bad for him. He was disgusted and insulted, but he never beat him, and he did not forget to protect his safety at the first moment of encountering danger.
After being rescued by General Huwei several times in a row, Emperor Chun felt a little embarrassed and a little secretly with joy: This fellow seems to be very affectionate to me, although I don't like his rough face, I can perfunctory one or two. In this way, it is better than finding the treasure and being slaughtered and killed by the donkey.
But only after going down to the underground palace did Emperor Chun realize that he was self-indulgent. The person whom General Huwei admired was not him at all, but another soul hidden in this body. They exchange dominance every time they fall asleep, but neither has the memory of waking up.
No wonder General Huwei had to hold him to sleep every night, but the next day he rudely threw him away; no wonder he always guarded him even if he was very impatient. But it was too late, and I didn't know where the soul came from, so he used the magic method to monopolize the body, and instead threw Chundi into a so-called, Chundi's body.
Chundi stared at the ugly face in the mirror, unable to accept the reality for a long time. No matter how stupid and incompetent he was, the emperor always added "embroidered pillow" when he scolded him. He is not ashamed, but proud of it. It's just a straw bag. Anyway, it's a beautiful straw bag, and it's pleasing to the eye.
But now, even this last advantage has been taken away, how can Emperor Chun be reconciled? He thought, no matter who owns this body, he has used it for more than ten years anyway, even if it is his own, can't that person be able to move his soul? I also find an expert to move it back!
Therefore, even if he was humiliated, beaten and scolded by the soldiers of the Tiger Might Army in turn, he still fell behind the team and refused to relax. Wherever the boy goes, he will go wherever he goes, so as not to lose his beautiful skin. He gradually realized that he was really different from before. When the young man suffered from the pain of riding a horse, he ran all day without blisters on the soles of his feet, let alone gasping for breath; Bark and grass roots; in order to eat a meal, he also helped the little soldiers to feed and brush the horses, so that practice makes perfect.
On the one hand, he was saddened by his own depravity, and on the other hand, he was grateful for the strength of his body. If this body was as delicate as a young man, he would have died hundreds of times. He observed the young man secretly, and became more and more jealous of his good luck. He clearly used the same skin. How could General Huwei treat him so gently, but treat himself as cruel as autumn wind sweeping leaves. What escorts around and sacrifices their lives to save each other, it's a fucking fart! In fact, he was just reluctant to let the boy's body suffer a little bit of damage!
Emperor Chun held a piece of dry food and nibbled at it, but his red eyes stared at the front unwillingly. Thinking back then when he shouted for a bowl of bijaponica porridge, General Huwei said that his nose was not his nose and his eyes were not his eyes. Now, seeing that the young man was a little thin due to running around along the way, he actually spent a few hundred taels to buy a few bags of bi-japonica rice for the other party.
His grandma's! The same people, how can the gap be so big? In what way is that kid better than me? Chundi touched the rough and yellow skin on his face, and his straight back couldn't help hunching down. He ate his dry food quickly and ran to the upper reaches of the river to take a bath.
"After taking a bath three times a day, I can always wash my skin whiter, right?" He hid behind a large rock and rubbed his arms vigorously. Suddenly, a hasty wading sound came from behind, making his heart skip a beat. This place is far away from the camp. If you encounter a beast, it will really make Tiantian not call the earth to be dead. He slowed his breathing as much as possible, looked out from the crack in the stone, and was stunned.
It wasn't a beast, but it was more terrifying than a beast. It was the bearded tiger general. He threw the boy on his shoulders into the shallow water, pressed him before he could get up, and said solemnly, "Now, this body is completely yours, if I do it to you, will you be willing? Give?"
The young man didn't answer, but instead wrapped his two long legs of Bai Shengsheng around General Huwei's waist, the meaning is self-evident.
Chundi was stunned for a few breaths before secretly scolding: Mother, I thought you were so noble and noble, but it turns out that you are also a butt seller!
In just a short while, General Huwei had stripped off the boy's clothes, hugged him naked in his arms, and then turned over and let him sit on his waist. The two lie in shallow water kissing, stroking and moaning. The young man's skin was very white, and he seemed to be dazzled by a layer of gold in the magnificent dusky sunset.
Even Emperor Chun, who had examined this body countless times, knew for the first time that it still had such a seductive allure hidden in it. His eyes were straight, and a stream of clear liquid flowed from the corners of his mouth.
Over there, General Huwei has put his fingertips into the boy's back hole, scratched and scratched gently, and asked over and over again, "Is it here? Is it here?"
The boy shook his head and groaned. From this angle, Chundi could only see his shiny black hair fluttering in the wind, as well as his tall buttocks and the pink chrysanthemum hole where a foreign object had entered. it's beautiful! Prettier than all his concubines and electors!
Suddenly, the boy shouted with a long tail, and his body trembled. That sound was a little hoarse, a little tactful, and had an indescribable rhythm, which made people blush and heartbeat, and couldn't help themselves. Emperor Chun's body was all soft, only one part was as hard as iron, and the Tiger Might General, who was riding by him, must be the same.
It turns out that people are really different, from expressions to actions, from eyes to voice, and if they change the core, they seem to be reborn.
General Huwei couldn't take it anymore, and as soon as he supported his rough giant to the end, he moved very fast, stirring the river water, but these voices could not hide the high and low groans of the boy. . He was picked up, his two white-washed legs swayed in the arms of the general, throwing out a lot of crystal water, but his buttocks fell straight down, and he was rammed over and over again by the giant object.
The two were standing, lying, or lying on their sides, changing many positions, and finally both vented in the long screams of the young man. Emperor Chun watched with his own eyes a string of white turbidity shot out of his pink and tender bell mouth, fell into the stream and slowly melted, and then floated towards him, he couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva. General Huwei took out the object behind him, put his fingers in and gently scratched the tape, making more white turbidity.
Knowing that the distance was a bit far away, the white turbid drifted in front of him and was afraid that it would have already merged with the river water. Chundi still took a handful of water and sniffed it, and then he was startled by himself. Damn it! Sure enough, it's getting more and more depraved, even smelling this kind of smell!
After the two left, Emperor Chun hurried out and washed his body repeatedly, but he couldn't help but reminisce about the scene just now in his mind. Really white, really tender, really flexible, I didn't know until I was fifteen or sixteen years old that this body is still a stunner!
Considering his fate, General Huwei relaxed his vigilance when he was burning with lust, and did not notice that he was peeping at all, otherwise he would have raised a knife and slashed people. When he returned to the camp, he found that he could no longer look directly at the young man who fell softly into the general's arms, but he couldn't help but inquire about each other's every move.
The young man seemed to be very respected by Liu Wen and others, and he would listen to his opinions on every major event in the army, and the general would even listen to him. In this way, he is not a useless embroidered pillow like himself. It took him five years to dig a canal to channel water from the Yellow River into the arid northwestern provinces, turning it from a barren land to a fertile place on the south of the Yangtze River. Many refugees who suffered from war and chaos migrated after hearing the news, forming one prosperous city after another.
Astronomy, geography, actuarial science, and civil engineering, he seems to know everything and can do everything, and he has also trained the five-five and three-thick general Huwei into a non-angry but powerful, inscrutable king of the northwest. When General Huwei conquered Middle-earth and became king on the ground, Emperor Chun hid among the millions of soldiers, looked at the rough man who ran off the throne to lead the young man, and spat lowly, "Bah, ugly, you deserve it!"
Someone next to him heard it and twisted his arm hard, "You don't pee and look at your bear!"
Emperor Chun snorted coldly, and finally lowered his head in shame. He doesn't want this pair of skins, for fear of spoiling it.
On the day the master died, Youshu also fell asleep, and Liu Wen secretly transported the two bodies back to the underground palace for burial. Another 600 years of reincarnation, Meng Changye's body has long since turned into ashes, and only a golden dragon robe is left at the bottom of the coffin.
You Shu didn't touch the master's relics, but climbed out of the coffin and prepared to leave through the secret passage. Judge Lu who was sealed on the stone gate by him hurriedly shouted, "Ji Gongzi, when will you let Lu Mou go out? It's been more than 600 years now!"
You Shu, who had already stepped out of the stone gate, turned back and burned the imprisoning talisman with her fingertips a little apart. As if receiving an amnesty, Judge Lu kowtowed and thanked him repeatedly before diving into the ground and running fast. Youshu stared at Shimen, which was empty for no reason, and could not help frowning: This seems a little ugly, do you want to bring people back
Forget it, let him go. After a while, he slowly shook his head, and at the end he walked towards the outside of the hall without haste. As soon as he stepped out of the gate of the hall, he saw a note stuck on a column, writing: Take some money and go before you get hungry. Take care of yourself!
Yes, a penny beats a hero, how can you go outside without money? Youshu suddenly realized that she quickly opened the innermost palace, and came out with a bag of golden leaves, just as she was about to close the stone gate, she saw a note stuck on it: "The money is not revealed, keep it carefully!"
You don't have to think about it to know that this must be the master's order. Even if he is dying, he is still worrying about himself. You Shu's eyes turned red, and she hurriedly took off the lining of her clothes, sewed in the golden leaves one by one, and hid a few huge night pearls in her sleeve pockets, and she was satisfied. After several generations of accumulation, the treasures in the underground palace are several times more numerous than before.
After Youshu exited the Tiankeng, he immediately sealed the sealed passage and laid out layers of magic circles to ensure that no one could enter except himself and his master. Seeing that it was getting dark, he made a torch and stumbled down the mountain. As soon as he arrived at the official road, he saw a group of officials on horses approaching rapidly.
"I found it, this person is Song Youshu!" The leading official looked at the young man carefully, and then shouted loudly.
"Run! Let's see where you're going!" Everyone dismounted, without saying a word, they put shackles on Youshu's head and shackles around their feet.
"What are you arresting me for?" Youshu was inexplicable. Could it be that he was like the last time when he met someone who looked exactly like me and left a mess
"What are you pretending to be stupid? Our eldest young master was killed by you, who will you arrest if we don't arrest you?" The official hurriedly returned to his order, pushed the person into the prison cart and ran on his horse.
Poor Youshu was so upset that his internal organs were displaced, and he almost vomited out bile. At the same time, he did not forget to think about his own situation: First of all, there seems to be a person in this world who looks so similar to him that these The officer made a mistake. Where the other party is now, dead or alive, needs to be verified. If he is still alive, Shu will definitely want to find out the other party, and he will never take the blame for him; if he is dead, he will be wrong, and he will be linked to this person's household registration, or he will walk around looking for his master.
Since it "killed the eldest young master", it can be seen that the man should be a doctor, and he has also offended the powerful. Thinking of this, You Shu made a big decision, put her hand into her sleeve pocket, and touched the Yin-Yang Pointing Pen.
When the group arrived at the government office, it was already night. Two lanterns were hung on the door beams, and the five gilded characters "Jizhou Prefect's Mansion" were written. Only then did Youshu understand that the so-called eldest young master should be the eldest young master of the prefect's mansion, a son of a high-ranking official. While thinking about it, he has been sent to the prison by the officials and awaiting trial. Several prison guards know that this person killed the eldest young master, and if they want to cook, they have to wait for the prefect to come to cook in person, so they carried the wine bottle and went to the outside world, laughing and laughing after a while. Let's start the drinking order.
There was Shu sitting on the ground and slowly said, "Tell me, what's the situation?"
A starving ghost devoured a Yin-Yang Primordial Qi Talisman and reported in detail, "Sir, you are really bloody moldy! Then Song Youshu knew that he couldn't escape this disaster, and he jumped into the river and died, and the body rushed to Hualongtan. It was eaten into a skeleton by a fish, and it was you who came to take the blame..."
This story is a bit long and a bit bizarre, so Youshu was taken aback when he heard it. Really speaking, this Song Youshu is also a personal character. He is from Cangzhou, and he was born in a medical family. His mother is Song's daughter-in-law. Master Song didn't get anything in return either. He died of a sudden illness two or three years later, leaving the entire family business to his concubine's eldest son. Because this eldest son was extremely skilled in medicine, he received the true inheritance of Master Song.
Song Youshu was abandoned by her concubine for a long time. She could not study or study medicine. She was sent to Jizhou at a young age and lived on the one or two silver alms donated by her brother every month. When he was fifteen or sixteen years old, he didn't know what luck he had hit. In the wild, he saw a deer using a magic grass to save his dying companion, so he hurriedly put the remaining grass roots into his arms. collection.
He originally wanted to pick a few more plants according to the appearance of the divine grass, but after searching for several days, he found nothing, so he had to give up, and later he relied on these grass roots to heal people. Strange to say, no matter what symptoms other people have, as long as they drink the boiling water soaked in this divine grass, they can recover in an instant, and slowly they have given Song Youshu the name of a divine doctor. But no matter how good the divine grass is, there will be a day when it will run out. No, when the prefect forcibly arrested him to treat his nephew, his divine herb had been boiled to the point where there was no residue left, so he had to rub a few mud balls on his body. He handed it over, saying that it was the medicine to cure the disease, and then he fled while the prefect was relaxed.
The prefect is a high-ranking officer, and Jizhou has his eyeliner everywhere. How can he run for a lifetime if he can run for a while? As long as she thought that the prefect could not find her, she would find the Song family in Cangzhou, and then tell her concubine and elder brother the scandalous things she had done.
"So, that eldest son is really dead?" Youshu frowned.
"I've been dead for three days, and my soul has been taken away by the ghosts from the underworld. The little one saw it with his own eyes." The starving ghost swore.
Youshu nodded, but he didn't find it difficult to do. He was about to ask the jailer to go to the front hall to deliver a message, but saw a chubby middle-aged man hurried in, with an obvious anger on his face, "Song Youshu, Ben The official wants you to pay for your life! Come, punish him, don't let him die too happily!"
The prefect is the only seedling. He usually holds it in the palm of his hand for fear of falling, and holds it in his mouth for fear of melting. Unexpectedly, he killed a quack doctor.
Some Shu saw that he was really serious, so he quickly stood up and cupped his hands, "Wait a minute, there is no disease in this world that I can't cure Song. Not to mention that your son has been dead for three days, he has been dead for three years, as long as the body does not rot, Song You can pull him back from the gate of hell!"
Seeing his confident tone and proud expression, the prefect was somewhat hesitant. Chang Sui beside him hurriedly said, "Master, don't listen to his nonsense. This may be his plan to slow down the army. When you let him out, you will probably run away again."
You Shu pointed to the shackles under his feet, "If you don't believe me, just tie me up with chains. Prefect, it's important to save people, so please make a decision as soon as possible. It's all time, besides Song, who else can you ask for help? Treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor. If the eldest son still can't wake up this time, it's not too late for you to stab me."
The prefect also thought about it, and hurriedly asked the jailer to release the person and take him to the backyard with a chain. In the courtyard, white lanterns have been lit, and spirit banners have been hung. Before approaching the mourning hall, I heard a woman cry out, "Son, it's your mother who hurt you! If your mother didn't offend that Zhou Divine Doctor, if your mother was willing to put down her body to beg her, you would definitely not die! Mother is wrong, mother might as well go with you..."
"Divine Doctor Zhou?" You Shu glanced at the starving ghost.
The other party quickly explained, "Zhou Shenyi is a female doctor. Her medical skills are amazing. She can disembowel people and sew you up again. She is alive and kicking within two months. She was originally from Jizhou and lived in Jizhou Prefecture. Opened a pharmacy, but coincidentally, the prefect's wife also opened a pharmacy, and she stole all the business, so the two fought openly and secretly. In today's world, how can ordinary people fight to be an official? Zhou Shenyi was almost caught by the prefect's wife He was disgraced, and finally moved to Cangzhou with the help of the nobles, and the matter was settled. The eldest son suffered from intestinal gangrene, which was incurable in the past. This week, the doctor cured seven or eight in succession. After the prefect heard that Originally planned to find her, but the prefect's wife was firmly opposed, so she invited Song Youshu. It is also blamed for Song Youshu's bad life. If he still has some sacred grass in his hand, even if he has only half a root, he can be very famous. It's a pity Ah, what a pity…”
When the starving ghost was sighing, You Shu's whole mind was attracted by the genius doctor that week. The so-called intestinal gangrene is appendicitis. In ancient times, it was indeed an incurable disease. The patient had no other choice but to die. But Zhou Shenyi was able to cure her, and she also opened her stomach and stitched it up again. It is not difficult to see that she inherited the skills of Western medicine surgery.
This is obviously far beyond the level of medical development at the same time. It can be seen that this person's origin is very strange, but no matter how strange it is, it has nothing to do with Youshu. He just needs to settle the trouble and find a master.
There was a Shu Ding Ling who entered the mourning hall and was almost scratched in the face as soon as he had a face-to-face with the prefect's wife. He turned sideways to avoid it, took out a piece of yellow talisman paper from his sleeve pocket, and shook out the Yin-Yang Pointing Pen, quickly wrote the soul-calling talisman, and stuck it on the deceased's forehead. The eldest son had been dead for three days. Fortunately, it was the middle of winter, and the weather was freezing cold.
The prefect originally thought that he would prescribe medicine for the pulse, or massage, but as soon as he came in, he wrote a talisman to conjure the soul, and he was a little confused for a while. The prefect's wife also stopped crying, her eyes wide open.
"What are you doing? Hurry up and call his name!" You Shu urged coldly.
Only then did everyone return to their senses, and with the mentality of "I would rather believe it than trust it", they shouted one after another, "Wu Zixuan, come back soon! Parents are waiting for you at home! Wu Zixuan, Wu Zixuan..."
In the mourning hall, the wind was blowing, the candles were flickering, and the white flags showed a human face for no reason, with a nose and eyes, which almost frightened the servants who were close to them. However, the more this was the case, the more convinced the prefect and his wife were, and they shouted until their throats were smoking, and they dared not stop without authorization.
You Shu stared at the beam of the house, wondering what she was thinking. The prefect who just thought he was talking nonsense and trying to get rid of the crime, but now he feels that he is inscrutable and hard to fathom.
After shouting for a full three quarters of an hour, a whirlwind blew in from outside the door and rolled the paper money all over the floor into a column. It first circled the prefect and his wife a few times before slowly approaching the coffin. Everyone was stunned, and Qi Qi thought to himself: Could it be that the eldest young master has really come back to life
"No need to shout, he's back." You Shu answered everyone's doubts, uncovered the Soul Summoning Talisman on the corpse's forehead, and lightly lit it on fire.
This move caused everyone to exclaim, so that they didn't hear Doctor Song's instructions.
"I said get me a bowl of hot water, hurry up." You Shu had to repeat it.
"Okay, okay, concubine, let's go!" The prefect's wife then recovered, and went to the tea room to ask for a bowl of hot water.
Youshu threw the burning talisman into the water, stirred it a little with her fingertips, then lifted the body, opened her lower jaw, and poured it into her throat.
Everyone didn't dare to neglect, and they gave whatever they wanted, but seeing Doctor Song put the spittoon on the eldest young master's chest, patted his back lightly, and shouted, "Wu Zixuan, it's time to wake up!"
There was a clatter, and the already cold corpse opened its mouth and spit out a lot of stench of black water, scaring everyone to scream in unison, "It's a corpse! This, this, this, this is a corpse! Mrs. Run now!"
"Can you fucking speak? That's not cheating, that's my son's work!" The prefect was overjoyed, and the prefect's wife followed closely and asked, "Mr. Song, my son is really alive? How could he spit it out? So much dirt?"
"This is the water in the Wangchuan River. If he doesn't spit it out, he won't remember who you are, let alone who he is. If you spit it out, it will be clear and clear, no problem." Youshu explained it briefly.
As soon as he finished speaking, Master Wu woke up leisurely, first looking at the boy who was supporting him, then at his parents, and said in a hoarse voice, "I, what's wrong with me? Why am I lying in the coffin? ?"
Even people who have crossed the Wangchuan River can be rescued. What is the origin of Doctor Song? While the prefect stepped forward to help his son, he thought to himself in fear: "Fortunately, I didn't offend this true god to death, fortunately!
The prefect hurriedly put the hands that had scratched Dr. Song into her sleeves, her fingertips shaking uncontrollably.
The aide who had previously asserted that Dr. Song was a liar was so frightened that he saw that his ankle was still in shackles, and he quickly gave an order, "Quick, go to the prison to find the key, Mr. Song is still locked!"
The prefect also broke out in a cold sweat, and after the key was delivered, he squatted down and unlocked it in person. Youshu didn't care about everyone's condescending attitude, and said slowly, "Save people to the end, send the Buddha to the west, so that although the young master is alive, the root of the disease has not been cured, you can avoid it for a while, and wait for me to perform magic. ."
"Okay, there is Mr. Lao Song, there is work and work!" The prefect bowed back, with a sincere expression on his face.