"Father, Aunt, let's not talk about this anymore. I have to take this old ginseng and go find Sister Yue."
"The owner of the martial arts gym?" Prime Minister Lan was still very concerned about his daughter privately. Boss Yue was a person of temperament. In his early years, Boss Yue had been to Yucheng, and Xuan'er knew Boss Yue. Unexpectedly, after arriving in the capital, Boss Yue's husband's family opened a martial arts gym. Xuan'er went there to practice boxing and martial arts every night, and she also became an old friend of Xuan'er.
"Sister Yue is about to give birth, and several of her friends have also been diagnosed with pregnancy today. I'm going to bring some old ginseng over to make a pot of soup for them to nourish their bodies."
For ordinary people, even three to five years old ginseng would cost several taels of silver, let alone a hundred-year-old ginseng. How could they afford it?
Lan Yixiuan ran away happily.
"Brother, Xuan'er's luck is truly incredible." Lan Meiniang was still in amazement as she stared at Lao Shen.
Hundred-year-old ginseng is not uncommon in the prime minister's residence.
I still remember that some time ago, Lan Moxiu's leg disease required dragon snake grass as a medicine. This dragon snake grass was extremely difficult to find, but just when everyone was worried and anxious, Xuan'er grew a dragon snake grass in the two fields she had developed.
Prime Minister Lan used to not believe in pie in the sky, but after Lan Yixuan returned to her clan, he began to believe.
The world is so big that there are all kinds of strange things.
"I just heard from Xuan'er that the matchmaker and several of his friends are pregnant. Are there so many pregnant women in the capital recently?"
Prime Minister Lan frowned, "Who knows?"
The Secretary of the Central Secretariat breathed a sigh of relief, "I heard a commotion outside, I'll go see what's going on."
When the Secretary of the Central Secretariat came out, he found that everyone on the street was running towards the south of the city.
Most of them are women.
Judging from their hairstyle and appearance, they are all married.
Lan Xiang and Lan Mei Niang followed them out. "What are they shouting?"
"It is said that a 'miracle doctor' has come to our capital city, who specializes in bringing good luck and pregnancy to everyone. Pregnant women who have been treated by him will have a stable fetus. Anyone who wants a child can go through his treatment, and as long as she has had period that month, she will be found out to be pregnant the next day." An old lady passing by said a few words and hurried away.
Prime Minister Lan:? ?
"No, this lady is so old, does she still want a child?"
"Brother, what you should be concerned about now is not this, but the 'miracle doctor' they are talking about, right?"
Prime Minister Lan was also very puzzled. "Let's go and see who this person is. He is so legendary."
Before they got close, the streets in the south of the city were already crowded with people.
Prime Minister Lan stretched his neck and looked into the distance. There was a person who seemed to be trapped in the middle, with a helpless look on his face.
That person——
"Seven...seven..." Prime Minister Lan was dumbfounded.
"It's the Seventh Prince!" The Secretary of the Central Secretariat, who was young and had good eyesight, recognized him immediately.
Lan Mei Niang's eyes widened. "I was helped by the Seventh Prince last night."
The Minister of the Central Secretariat: "This morning, I went to the court with His Majesty the Seventh Prince arm in arm..."
The more they talked, the more they felt something was wrong.
"If a woman touches it, she will get pregnant. If a man touches it, will it transfer morning sickness?" Prime Minister Lan was old after all, so he thought a lot. "No, that's not right. The Seventh Prince's luck has always been bad. He is famous for being unlucky."
Every time he saw the Seventh Prince in the past few years, he would have a smear on his face.
"What on earth happened? How did the unlucky prince become a pregnant prince overnight?"
No wonder the Seventh Prince was standing alone in the corner in the court this morning. This——
It's impossible that we are being protected by the gods, right?
"Prime Minister Lan! Hey! Prime Minister Lan, save me!" Emperor Zi'an saw the familiar faces of Prime Minister Lan and the Secretary of the Central Secretariat in the crowd from afar.
At least I met an acquaintance.
Come over here and give me a hand, both of you.
There are so many people, they are almost going to eat him.
Lan Xiang quickly waved his hands, "No, no."
He turned around and ran so fast, afraid that if he wasn't careful, Di Zian would catch up with him.
He is already an old man and doesn't want children anymore. He is content with having a son and a daughter with Lan Moxiu and Lan Yixiu.
"Master Baiyun?" Lan Xiang ran down a street before stopping. He looked up and saw Master Baiyun coming down the mountain. He seemed to have seen a savior. "Master Baiyun, please go and save the Seventh Prince."
Taoist Master Baiyun is a man of great enlightenment. The Seventh Prince’s pregnancy should not fall on him, right?
Taoist Baiyun was confused. Today was the first time he came down the mountain early. When he got to the street, he found that there was no one there.
This is the most prosperous street in Beijing. Where have all the people gone?
I thought of the boss bringing good luck to Emperor Zi'an.
Taoist Master Baiyun understood immediately.
Here, Di Zian was being treated like a celebrity by everyone, while on the other side, Leng Qingliu was crying in the inn while holding the two-headed dragon.
At this time, the sun was shining brightly. The two-headed dragon had white gauze wrapped around its eyes and its mouth, and was lying in front of the door basking in the sun.
Leng Qingliu had just given it medicine, and said that exposing it to the sun would help the medicine be better absorbed.
It sighed and trembled loudly, just to get away from the capital as quickly as possible, and away from the little killer Princess Ten.
But it can't see with its eyes, and its mouth can't eat meat, so it can only be served liquid food by Leng Qingliu. It can't walk alone, alas, alas, alas.
Leng Qingliu in the room was not in a much better condition. At the moment, he was holding a small golden flowerpot with a thumb-thick sapling on it. It was yellow from head to tail and was obviously dead.
If you look closely, you can see a hint of green at the root.
This is the god of the Wind Kingdom, the Tree of Life.
Legend has it that the God of Life resides in the Tree of Life, and the state of the tree represents the state of the God of Life.
Today, the tree of life is about to wither and die, proving that the God of Life is about to disappear.
Leng Qingliu knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face. "Gods be above, I am the imperial teacher of Feng Country, I will definitely find the only bloodline of Feng Country and protect the gods. I pray to the God of Life, please do not abandon Feng Country and yourself."
Boom boom boom.
Leng Qingliu kowtowed three times, leaving his forehead bruised.
The two-headed dragon heard the sound and silently looked inside. Yes, it couldn't see clearly, but its ears were good.
Leng Qingliu is a fool. Feng Kingdom has been destroyed for so long, it is only a matter of time before the national gods disperse. Yet he still kowtows to the tree every day. Even if he knocks his head off, the God of Life will eventually be annihilated.
Leng Qingliu felt more and more uncomfortable the more he cried. He raised his head, looked out the window, and saw the temple standing not far away. His heart was suddenly moved.
The dragon has divine power. If, he meant, if he put his own tree of life into the temple and get some of the dragon's light, would that allow the tree of life to last for a few more days?
He desperately needed the power from the gods. The tree of life could not die, and the god of life could not be destroyed.
"Who is it?" Leng Qingliu was immersed in sorrow when he suddenly heard the noise outside.