Damn it, I'm in the garbage book I wrote

Chapter 60 People are really strange.

When you are away from home, telling the truth is very dangerous. Although Tingyun has no experience of being out of Beijing often, what she heard and read in books has taught her this truth.

Talking nonsense is actually an important survival skill. What it means is - hey, don't do anything rash, I am half local, if you do anything to me here, my husband will not let you go.

"Then come and see. I'm a well-known figure in Xinping Township. There must be someone I don't know."

Xia Lin was curious. He had heard that monks could get married, but he had never heard that a prostitute on the job had a fiancé. He was not asking for his own sake, but just wanted to know if the man had any brothers. He had so many single girls in his family, and many of them were of good quality overall. However, people were still a little picky about them, and many people looked down on them.

"Xinping Township is so big, it doesn't matter if I tell you." Miss Tingyun said with a smile: "His name is Lin Tao, also known as Chaosheng, and he is a tea merchant."

Xia Lin scratched his head and said, "Oh, I don't know him. There are too many tea merchants over there, and all the tea drinkers from all over the country have gone there."

Miss Tingyun glanced at his expression and secretly laughed in her heart. There was no such thing as Lin Chaosheng in the world. He just created this person accidentally when he was muttering "Spring River Moon Night". It was right that she didn't know about it. If she knew about it, it would mean that this person had ulterior motives.

After chatting for a few more sentences, Miss Tingyun felt that this boy was just a talker, no different from those drunken scholars, so she felt relieved a little.

"Me? My name is Zhang Shuo. You definitely don't know me."

"Zhang Shuo? That's not right. I heard that Zhang Shuo Zhang Zhongchun is already over 20 years old. You..." Miss Tingyun curled her lips with a bit of disdain in her heart: "I'm afraid you are an imposter."

"No, no, the Zhang Shuo you are talking about is not the same person as my Zhang Shuo. That Zhang Shuo is one of the most talented people in Luoyang, and this Zhang Shuo is just a scoundrel with the same name." Xia Lin waved his hand: "What about you? What did you say your name was?"

"An Beanie."

"Oh, that's a good name."

"Miss~"

The maid next to her suddenly looked at Miss Yun in astonishment and called out softly. However, she was stepped on lightly by Miss Yun, but Xia Lin saw this little action and almost laughed out loud.

This woman doesn't seem like a good person, but it doesn't matter. She stole the maid's name and used her own master's name. The two of them are the same and no one can blame the other.

The two of them made up stories to each other, but neither of them told the truth. Miss Tingyun made up an identity that she was a daughter of a wealthy family in the capital, who had fallen into poverty and was looking for her fiancé whom she had disliked in the past to make a living. Xia Lin made up an identity that he was a down-and-out scholar in Xunyang City who made a living by selling calligraphy and paintings.

Both knew the other was talking nonsense, but they tacitly did not expose him, and even had a pleasant conversation at the end. Zhang Shuo was amazed that a chicken could have such good knowledge and accomplishment, and his conversation and knowledge were no worse than most scholars. And Dou Niang was amazed that a small battalion commander could write articles easily, was humorous, and had extensive knowledge.

To be honest, although Xia Lin knew that this woman was not a good person, she was really too beautiful. If she was willing to give him that for free, he would not mind. But it was obviously a matter of thought. Otherwise, why do they say that a gentleman is judged by his deeds rather than his heart? No one is perfect in the world. No matter how ridiculous the laws are, they cannot control what people think.

"We should go."

After finishing the meal, Dou Niang paid the money and stood up and said to Zhang Shuo, "We still need to leave some time to go to Hongdu Mansion to take a look. I just don't know if we can go up to Tengwang Pavilion."

"Yes, the Prince of Teng said that anyone who can recite the Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng can go there, regardless of gender."

"That's great!" Miss Tingyun's smile suddenly blossomed, even a little out of control: "Then I have to leave quickly. Let's go, Dou...Xiaoyun."

Her maid also stood up quickly, glanced at Xia Lin sideways, and quickly followed her mistress's footsteps. Xia Lin sat there shaking her feet, smacked her lips, and then just smiled.

A chance meeting is quite interesting, and it can be regarded as a story in this boring time.

Ten days passed like this, and during this time Xia Lin kept hearing news from the provincial capital from passing travelers, most of which were about the madness of the second son of Prince Teng.

Everyone said that he had offended the mountain god, and the mountain god wanted to take him away. The imperial doctors from Beijing came, but they were helpless, and the witch doctors from outside the Great Wall were also invited, but they could not do anything either.

It was said that the prince was so anxious that his hair turned gray, and the princess cried all day. They had already sent people to Mount Zhongnan to invite the Medicine King Sun Simiao. If the Medicine King couldn't help, then the second prince might really be hopeless. After hearing the news, Xia Lin roughly calculated the time. If he didn't go there, Sun Simiao might really come. It was easy to fool others, but it was not easy to fool this god-like doctor.

That can't be done!

He did not have time to think about it. He packed his belongings overnight and set off for Hongdu Prefecture early the next morning. Although he was about ten days earlier than planned, he could not care less about these things at this critical juncture.

When they arrived at Hongdu Prefecture, it happened to be February 22nd, which was exactly ten days away from His Majesty's birthday. By now, Miss Tang should have arrived in the capital to present treasures to His Majesty. Originally, Xia Lin planned to let the little princess have the Guanyin dream ten days later. This was both His Majesty's birthday and a matter of both loyalty and filial piety, so there would be no problem no matter what.

But the problem is that plans cannot keep up with changes. The King of Medicine is coming, and the biggest variable in this plan is probably this great god. He is like an immortal cultivator in the world of martial arts. Although it is a bit exaggerated, it is not a risk that can be taken. If Xia Lin makes a mistake, he will not know what to do next.

After he had stayed there for one night, he went for a stroll outside Prince Teng's mansion early the next morning. At dawn, he could hear the howling of ghosts and wolves coming from inside. He thought about what kind of suffering his second brother had gone through in the past month or almost two months.

After waiting for about two hours, the little princess's personal maid Qiu He came out. This was one of her daily tasks, and she needed to go out to buy some necessary consumables for the little princess.

Just as she passed an alley not far from the palace, a hand suddenly stretched out from inside and pulled him in. Qiu He almost cried out, but when she saw who was coming, she couldn't help crying: "Master Xia, you are finally here... Please help our princess."

"What's wrong?" Xia Lin asked curiously, "What happened to her?"

"Ever since the second prince of the family got that strange disease, the princess has been crying every day. A few days ago, she believed the nonsense of the evil man. Now she wanders around every day and worships in every temple she sees. Everyone says that she is also possessed by a demon. Yesterday, she suddenly fainted and then fell ill. Please help her as soon as possible."

Xia Lin frowned: "Can you take me into the mansion? I'll go take a look."

"Yes! Sir, please follow me."

Following Qiu He, they entered from the door at the backyard of the palace. After many twists and turns, they arrived at the little princess's villa. The scenery of the palace was very beautiful, but Xia Lin didn't have time to look at it at the moment. He just went to the little princess's boudoir.

When he entered, he saw her lying on the bed with a pale face and closed eyes. Xia Lin walked up to her and touched her forehead, palms and soles of her feet. He felt that they were burning hot. He did not care about the difference between men and women and directly pulled back the quilt from the little princess.

At the moment, the little princess was only wearing a bellyband, but this was definitely not the time to enjoy the beautiful scenery.

"Go, get some liquor and a needle."

Qiu He trotted all the way there, and when she came back with the things a while later, she saw Xia Lin putting the little princess's feet on his legs and kneading her toes.

"Light up."

Following Xia Lin's instructions, Qiu He lit the lamp. Xia Lin first splashed the liquor on the little princess's chest, back, palms and soles, then put the thinnest sewing needle on the fire to roast it for disinfection, and then pierced the little princess's toes. Blood flowed out and fell on the bed sheet. It seemed that she didn't know what he had done.

But the pain also made the little princess frown in her sleep. When her fourth toe was pierced, the pain became more intense, causing beads of sweat to appear on the little princess' forehead.

Once the sweat appeared, it was out of control. In a flash, her sweat was dripping like a waterfall, and the heat dissipation effect brought by a large amount of sweat directly cooled her body down.

As the body cooled down, people naturally felt relaxed. Xia Lin looked up and said to Qiu He, "Go, get a big bowl of salt and sugar water. One bowl of water, one spoon of salt, and five spoons of sugar. Go quickly."

While instructing Qiu He to work, the little princess slowly opened her eyes. Her eyes were still hazy at first, and it took her a long time to find that she was held in Xia Lin's arms. This made her feel like she was dreaming, and she couldn't help but stretch out her hands to hug Xia Lin's neck.

"I'm afraid I'm going to die." The little princess murmured in a low voice, "My eyes are blurry."

Xia Lin laughed at this moment, and patted her bare buttocks with his hand: "Why die? It's not that easy to die."

(End of this chapter)