The next morning, Fang Xuanling entered the palace to face the saint. Li Er sat in the seat in the Political Consultative Hall, covering his stomach and laughed for a stick of incense. Fang Xuanling covered his face awkwardly and wanted to dismiss him.

"Aiqing Fang, what's wrong with your scars on your face? Did you fall accidentally again?" Li Er held back his smile and joked. You don't need to ask. You must have been beaten again at home. This is not the first time. Every time Old Fang says he accidentally fell, he was injured.

He smiled bitterly and shook his head. Old House sighed, "Your Majesty is so ashamed that his inner man has a bad temper. But this time it was because my Erlang wanted to abandon his literature and follow the martial arts. I agreed without discussing with the inner man. When she returned, she refused to fight with me."

"Your Erlang wants to practice martial arts? When did it happen? Didn't he help you understand my sister-in-law in the room?" Li Er asked with a smile.

"Don't mention it, that kid poured himself into a bowl of wine and threw it to me, the father, as he fell." Fang Xuanling said everything about Xie Ke's intention to accept disciples and teach his skills, and Li Er smiled so hard that he leaned back and forth.

After a long time, he praised Fang Xuanling as a good father. "My dear, I have liked Fang Yiai this child since I was a child. I am honest and honest. Many people think that this child is suitable for martial arts, but I know that you and your wife will not agree, so everyone regrets it.

I didn’t expect that you could agree to do a good job this time. According to my opinion, a real man should take fame and fortune immediately. Children who are spoiled by their parents will not become generous.

Yi Love is my son-in-law. Let's do this. I give him a set of fish scale armor. I hope he will make achievements in the future. Maybe I can let the Tang Dynasty become a famous Ban Dingyuan."

"The old minister thanked His Majesty for his son." He grinned and pulled the wound. The old house took a breath in pain.

Li Er took a memorial and introduced: "This is the renovation plan for the old city of Chang'an written by Du Shaoqing. Is it feasible?"

What was Fang Yiai doing at this time? It was three days after waking up drunk. Thinking that he would follow Xie Ke to practice martial arts every day, and his body was cured by Du Shaoqing. This kid was kind-hearted and went to find his former friend Changsun Chong.

In the past, Fang Yiai and Du He were best friends, and they were both younger brothers around Changsun Chong. Now Du He is not around, Changsun Chong said he has never left the house. So Fang Yiai thought of Changsun Chong after he recovered from the illness. He thought that Du Shaoqing had such a high medical skills, and that Changsun Chong would definitely be able to cure Changsun Chong.

Unfortunately, this child was too simple and didn't know that he was his opponent. He went to report the news with kindness, but was beaten and scolded by Changsun like crazy and drove him out.

Fang Yiai, who had a bruised nose and swollen face, stood at the gate of Changsun's house and looked back. He felt very aggrieved and thought to himself, why did Changsun Chong think that I was going to humiliate him? He went to introduce you to the doctor with kindness. You didn't say anything about your illness and avoided the doctor, but you beat me up? It's really unreasonable.

Changsun Chong in the courtyard gritted his teeth and said to himself: "Du Shaoqing is vicious. He won't let go of this place. Even Fang Yiai was bribed by him. It's cruel enough! Humph, I want my Changsun Chong to beg you? Go dreaming."

In front of the Imperial Medical Center in Chang'an City, today's things are strange. It is usual to queue up for 200 people. As the popularity of Chang'an people in the past few months gradually decreases, and the number of patients gradually decreases. They almost no longer have to get up early and go to bed late every day, and the guys don't have to arrange people to maintain order.

But today is very strange. There are so many people coming to Wu Yangyang, most of them are women, and some even hold children.

When Du Shaoqing saw it, did he say something in his heart? Is it an infectious disease? So many women and children are infected?

But when he was receiving the patient, he found that something really happened. It was fake to these people who were sick, but it was real to come to him, Du Shaoqing. The reason was because of a portrait painted by Yan Liben a few days ago.

I don’t know what happened, but the story of the miraculous doctor Du Shaoqing being proficient in painting portraits was spread, so that the three of them became more and more outrageous. It is said that Du Shaoqing is best at painting beautiful women, and his portraits are realistic and lifelike, absolutely unprecedented.

So, the lady who was a little capable woman in Chang'an City wanted to ask the miracle doctor to draw a portrait of herself, and the scene of today's clinic was revealed.

"Miscellaneous doctor, I am sick and my heart disease is hard to cure. I just ask you to help me draw a portrait of me. The disease will be cured immediately. Just talk about the amount of medical expenses." A young woman with heavy makeup begged.

Du Shaoqing's hand, who was about to take his pulse, froze in the air. He looked up at the girl or wife, shook his head calmly and said, "This is a clinic, I only see a doctor and don't do anything else."

"I know your rules, but I only treat my heart and don't do anything else."

Du Shaoqing pointed to the counter and smiled and said, "Okay, then you go to the counter to settle the account first, see how much the medical fee should be collected, and ask the boss lady there."

The counter chief Princess Le looked here with a deep smile. The woman suddenly felt panic. The princess couldn't afford to offend her, but she couldn't bear to leave.

At this time, the woman lined up behind urged: "Do you still look at me? If you don't look at me, leave quickly. How many people are waiting behind me?"

After being driven away, another person came with a child. The reason was even more bizarre. He said that the child was sick and just wanted to paint a picture of his mother. What is the logic?

I stood up and went out the store door to take a look. Oh my god, Du Shaoqing was so scared that he took a step back. Could it be that they were all right?

After quickly packing up the things on the table for treatment, Du Shaoqing said to the woman: "I am not feeling well today and can't sit in the hall for treatment. I'm sorry."

After saying that, he turned around and hid in the back house. The woman was anxious and wanted to hold on and not let her go. Several guys hurriedly blocked her.

Du Shaoqing from the back house found Erhu, a clever friend, and whispered for a while. Erhu nodded frequently, thinking that the shopkeeper was too bad, and then quietly came to the clinic.

"Mrs. Do you know Yan Liben's father Yan Pi? It is said that the paintings of the miraculous doctor Du Shaoqing were taught by him. When it comes to painting, it is less than ten streets from the old man Yan Pi." Erhu deliberately stood in the crowd and said aloud towards a woman.

"Really? Is there anyone who is more skilled than a miracle doctor?" the woman exclaimed, with doubts all around her.

"Of course, no matter how powerful the painting of a miracle doctor is, it is impossible for him to have no teacher. Everyone is here to seek a miracle doctor, but they are busy seeing a doctor, so how can they have time to paint?

I'm afraid you don't know, many people are already jogging to Teacher Yan's house now." Erhu nodded and said.

The woman was overjoyed and thanked Erhu for her. She quickly turned around and went out. A large area of ​​spectators around her were crowded to follow her.

The old Tao Xie Ke next to him joked to an imperial physician: "It seems that Du Shaoqing is not only good at medical skills, but also has such a prosperous peach blossom."

"Who doesn't like the romantic talent? But his trick was a bit damaging. I wonder if the old man Yan Pi can hold on? Yan Liben, the young supervisor, may be beaten."

Xie Ke imagined the scene of an old man being surrounded by a group of women and asking for painting. He couldn't help but tremble. This boy Du was too jealous.

Du Shaoqing wiped the sweat from his head and wrote a sign in the study of the back hall. In recent days, he devoted himself to researching and not sitting in the hall to see a doctor.

Princess Changle also handed over the money-collecting work to others, followed her husband into the back hall, and said with a smile: "Actually, if your husband is itchy, you can choose some to draw a few pictures."

Du Shaoqing's expression froze and he smiled bitterly: "Madam, don't test me."

"Haha, how dare I? But the portrait of my husband giving my daughter that day was indeed very beautiful. In fact, I also want one."
Chapter completed!