Chapter 52

The rabbit thinks deeply however, way: "old Prime Minister fear big room, fear big room is unfavorable to your three uncles, certainly can't openly to your three uncles good."

Those who seek medical advice must have done it secretly.

In terms of material, it certainly won't help much.

When ziqianmo saw that there were two guards guarding the gate of Tiancheng Pavilion in front of him, he gave rabbit a look in his eyes: "don't talk."

With one hand dragging the decoction and one hand on Sanban's mouth, the rabbit made a posture of pulling his mouth up 0 / / / 0

"Miss seven, why are you here?"

One of the gatekeepers is a middle-aged man born in the lower border. He is of medium build, rather strong, with thick beard and dark skin. This man, whose surname is Lei Fang, is an old man who used to follow the old Prime Minister.

The number of Miss Qi's visits to Tiancheng Pavilion in the past ten years is very few. It's rare.

"Give the third uncle the soup."

Ziqianmo direct way to understand the meaning.

"Miss seven, please come inside."

Lei Fang's attitude towards ziqianmo is very respectful. This kind of reverence originates from zimucheng's love for ziqianmo, but——

When Lei Fang led ziqianmo to the main hall, he said, "the third master is resting in the room. He has already drunk the medicine. I don't know, Miss seven, where did you get this prescription? "

Even if Miss seven is a person that zimucheng attaches great importance to, he must be strict with her.

The old prime minister ordered that we must pay attention to the diet and medication of the third master, and never let the third master touch things of unknown origin!

Ziqianmo said: "the prescription given by the immortal."

It can't be said that she did it herself.

The original owner is a straw bag. There is no public trust in what he says or does.

Not to mention, it was her mother's prescription.

It's true that the original master's mother knew medicine, but she had also diagnosed the pulse and sent medicine to the third uncle before she died, which had no effect. At this time, it is impossible to come up with an effective prescription.

Lei Fang's broad faced plate twisted hard and said, "how can a prescription for curing a disease and saving a person be a child's joke? Miss seven, please forgive me for not being able to give this Decoction to the third master. "

It's a recipe for immortals to dream.

There are no real immortals in this world, but they are all legends.

If the gods really have orders, why don't they bless such a good man as the third master? But let the villains such as Dafang be arrogant and proud?

Purple fields light as glass eyes, across a touch of cold: "can you afford to delay?"

She hates this kind of guy who gets in the way of a patient taking medicine.

There is a temperature requirement for her Qingdu Xigu soup. If it's cold, the effect will be halved. Even if it gets hot again, it's not as good as the first one.

Lei Fang was so surprised by ziqianmo that he suddenly felt a strong chill from the bottom of his feet to the top of his head.

He himself is a congenital master, looking at the whole prime minister's house, few people can bring him this sense of oppression.

In front of her, she was just a person who had no elixir and could not practice.

It's so weird.

"Miss seven, do you have evidence to prove that this decoction is a prescription for immortals to dream?" Lei Fang forced himself to endure the pain of his soul being crushed, and a layer of sweat had been poured out on his forehead. "What if the villain lost your mind and instilled the prescription of poison into you?"

He can't be blamed for malicious speculation.

The third master's poison is due to his carelessness. He didn't watch out for his relatives.