Chapter 310 I am the Miracle Doctor
The moment Master Mingdeng fell down, Wuzhen cried heart-wrenchingly.
“Master——!”
No matter whether he becomes a Buddha or a demon, his master will always be his master.
Brother Wukong let go of his hand.
Wu Zhenzhen rushed into the fire.
But before he ran into the hall, he saw several of his fellow brothers quickly flashing in.
Brother Wukong also said to him: "Wuzhen, please move aside and don't block the way. Let's carry Master out!"
Wuzhen wiped the tears and snot from his face with his sleeve and quickly moved aside.
Several brothers, who had water poured on them at some point, rushed into the fire and worked together to carry the master out of the hall.
As soon as it was carried out of the hall, the beams of the main hall collapsed with a loud bang.
The Golden House was reduced to ruins.
"Hurry up, Wuzhen, follow!" The senior brothers carried Master Mingdeng and ran.
Two lift the legs, two lift the shoulders, and two lift the waist in the middle.
Wuzhen put all his strength into running after his brothers.
I don’t know where to go, but I just follow my master and senior brothers.
The imperial guards and palace maids were either dead or had fled and hidden.
When people from other palaces heard the news, they were in chaos and no one dared to go to the East Palace to die.
There was no one else on the palace road except them.
Even if they do see them occasionally, they will be scared and turn around and run away.
Senior Brother Wujing carried Master Mingdeng's left leg:
"No matter whether Master is dead or alive, at least save Master's body, not a single piece of flesh can be lost!"
Wu Zhen asked as he ran, "Why didn't you go in and save Master earlier?"
"Fool, because Master is determined to die and won't let us save him. If Master is awake and sees us coming to save him, he might jump into the fire and not even a complete body will be left."
Several senior brothers were carrying their master, who was as heavy as a mountain, and were panting as they ran.
Wuzhen was also very tired. He didn't have to carry others, and running with his own body was already a heavy burden.
They ran all the way north, passing through one deserted palace road after another, turning one corner after another, and passing a huge lake.
I ran to an empty corner where there was a small dog hole.
There are some weeds growing around the dog hole.
Two other brothers were standing by the weeds, carrying a large sack on their shoulders, big enough to hold a person.
Wuzhen saw the two senior brothers throw the sacks over the palace wall and then climb up the wall.
The two brothers saw Wuzhen and the others coming and waved, saying:
"Come quickly, the contact has arrived."
"Push the master up first."
"No, no, it's too heavy. Let's push one of Master's legs up first."
"Push Wuzhen up as well... Wuzhen, stretch your hands out a little longer!"
Wuzhen stretched his hands upwards, grabbed the hands of his fellow brothers, and climbed over the wall.
When he climbed over the wall, he saw several carriages parked outside and a lot of people standing there.
The carriage was quite large, and those people looked quite fierce, a bit like bandits.
One of them had only one arm.
What surprised Wuzhen the most was that the two beautiful female donors he had just met on the palace road were also there.
The one-armed man said:
"It's almost time, let's go!"
Everyone got on the carriage.
Wuzhen would get on whichever carriage his master was loaded into.
He got on the carriage and saw a man in white sitting in it.
The man in white checked Master Mingdeng's body, taking his pulse, lifting his eyelids, and pressing on his chest.
"Donor, is my master still alive?" Wuzhen saw the man in white stuff a pill into his master's mouth.
The man in white said: "Your master is injured. His heart meridian is damaged. He also inhaled too much smoke just now. He only has half a breath left. He may die at any time."
Wuzhen tightly grasped the hem of his master's clothes:
"Is eating ginseng useful? We have ginseng and Ganoderma lucidum in our temple!"
The ginseng and ganoderma were given by pilgrims. Wuzhen had heard that these were good things that could keep one alive.
Master only has half a breath left, it’s okay if he can hold on for a little while.
The man in white said emotionlessly, "Ginseng and Ganoderma are useless to him."
Wuzhen's eyebrows and heart were twisted into a ball:
"Then...what would be useful?"
The man in white said: "It takes a miracle doctor and the Tianshan Snow Lotus to bring him back to life. Without these two, he will surely die."
Wuzhen's eyebrows drooped, and he was about to pounce on his master and howl.
At this time, where can we find a miracle doctor? Where can we find Tianshan?
"Don't cry." The man in white poked Wu Zhen's head, which was about to lie down, with a finger.
"I am a miracle doctor."
"Then, what about the Tianshan Snow Lotus?" Wuzhen asked with sobs.
"I have."
"Will my master be able to survive like this?"
"able."
"Oh, then I won't cry." Wuzhen stopped crying, but still held his master carefully.
The carriage drove south and arrived at the back gate of Heishan Mansion.
Several people carried the bright lamp and went to Doctor Yu's yard, and Wuzhen followed them.
Several monks were arranged to live in the vacant courtyard.
There is a willow tree in the yard near the back door.
When Pei Shu and Dong Yue got out of the car, they saw Hao Ren standing under the willow tree waiting.
Hao Ren walked towards Pei Shu, his voice a little hoarse, his eyes filled with ink:
"Sister. You've suffered."
He said one sentence and then he couldn't say anything else.
"Lingyun, you are the one who suffered."
Pei Shu looked at Hao Ren, smiled and wiped away tears:
"It was hard, but I managed to get through it. I'm a little older now, but I'm still the 'jade among stones, pearl among the sea' of our Pei family."
"Wait a minute, wait a minute."
Bai Xun and Lao Xu were dragging a large sack and asked in a destructive tone:
"You two siblings can talk later. First, where should we throw this sack?"
Hao Ren's eyes swept across the sack, and instantly sharpened:
"Please drag him to the dark room and hand him over to Hua Erniang."
Bai Xun and Lao Xu dragged the sack away.
Pei Shu looked around and asked Hao Ren:
"Lingyun, why aren't Zhizhi and Yingniang here?"
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Prince Gong's Mansion.
Just like it has been for the past few days, it is lifeless.
Ever since the He family was executed, He Yan has stayed in the yard and rarely comes out.
Murong Xun had been to Qunfang Garden once or twice, but after going there, he came out of Qunfang Garden with a gloomy face.
Murong Wan would pay her respects to He Yan and Murong Xun every day.
When she first learned that the He family had gone bankrupt, she was in a very bad mood, but she has recovered a lot now.
He Yan began to hand over some of the affairs in the mansion to Murong Wan.
It's not a big deal, just some things like checking the accounts in the mansion, rewarding and punishing servants, and buying clothes for each courtyard when the seasons change.
Murong Wan took good care of it.
She also liked the feeling of having affairs in her hands. When the old servants in her family came to her courtyard to ask her for instructions, she would feel that her words in the house were becoming more and more important.
The only thing that worried her was that the palace was still surrounded by the imperial guards, and she didn't know when they would be allowed to leave.
Being confined in the palace for such a long time really makes people feel a little depressed.
Murong Ming still looked carefree.
Before, Murong Wan rushed into his yard and woke him up, crying and saying that the He family had collapsed, which really scared him.
He heard that his maternal grandfather's family was beheaded and his cousin Han, who had played with him since childhood, also died.
Murong Ming couldn't believe it. During those days, he kept shrinking his neck while walking and felt a chill on the back of his neck.
Murong Wan urged him to establish himself in this family.
He didn't know how to stand. He tried turning two pages of a book, then spent half the afternoon in horse stance in the yard, then he was too tired to move.
After a few days, he returned to his previous lazy self.
The difference is that no one cares about him now.
He strolled around the pond in the garden of his mansion every day. When he felt energetic, he would catch birds and fight cocks. When he felt tired, he would sleep.
He also wanted to go out, but what could he do if he couldn't? He was going crazy.
In fact, not only the masters of the palace, but also the servants in the palace felt depressed.
They haven't left the palace for a long time.
Although the palace is big, I get tired of looking at it all day long.
I used to think about going for a walk on the street during my rest time, but now I just find something to do to pass the time.
When the cooks and cooks in the kitchen have free time, they carve patterns on taro and melons, and their knife skills become more and more sophisticated day by day.
The other servants also found some manual labor to do so that they would not feel anxious when they had something to do.
At this time, some people thought of the servant named Rendong in Tingyuxuan.
Thinking about how she had stayed in the mansion for more than ten years without going out.
I don’t know how she managed to survive.
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