"Doctor Wang is back and wants to talk to me about this bill, right?"

Li Xiu pushed the bill to him, "How much is the actual price of this bill?"

Doctor Wang was a little embarrassed, "To be honest, Thirty Balang said that the actual price of this bill should be thirty cents!"

"I wonder which incense stick of incense, Gaoxiang, or Niuxiang?"

Li Xiu's sword was too straightforward and there was no room for turning around.

Doctor Wang's eyes were a little hesitant.

"I don't quite understand what Sanshibalang means!"

Li Xiu doesn't like these little bureaucrats. He wants to do big things and cherishes his life. He obviously wants to continue Yu Qualifying, but he just pretends to be innocent.

Li Xiu tapped the bill with his finger, "I don't understand what I mean, what are you going to do?"

"this……"

Doctor Wang blushed and whispered: "I prefer Manager Gao!"

"If I sign this bill, can you become the King of the Lord?"

Doctor Wang was so scared that he waved his hand quickly, "I have never had this inappropriate thought?"

"Okay! Can you make a qualifier have nothing to do with me, but I want to know, what are the benefits of taking the risk of exposing the qualifier Yu?"

"Thirty-balang signed it, and I promise to reissue a real-price bill for you. Thirty-six guan is considered a serious illness. You only need to bear the three-six guan."

He also had to bear the three-cent of money by himself. Li Xiu really despised this guy, he was not good at doing things, and was petty at heart.

"If Doctor Wang is called on the bureau, he must give me a red envelope!"

Doctor Wang rolled his eyes. This bastard had to make fish bone soup after eating fish meat.

"I am very poor in my career. I just bought a house and can't afford to joke like this!"

"Just just want to be like, I'm going to express my congratulations!"

"At that time, Doctor Wang just needs to give me a red envelope of three stagnant money."

Doctor Wang was amused and cried, as if he had done something wrong!

"hehe!"

Haha! Li Xiu cursed in his heart.

"Doctor Wang, Director Yu ordered this kind of corruption for more than a day or two! Why didn't he defeat him before?"

Doctor Wang straightened his back, coughed twice, and cleared his throat.

"First, the cost of medicine used to be the same, and the price difference was ten times the difference. The water was very deep and it was not easy to check. The funeral expenses were obvious. How much he had greedy was obvious at a glance."

"So you just seize the handle on his embezzlement?"

"I won't kill him even if I embezzle this little money. The key is that the etiquette is wrong."

"Etiquette system?" Li Xiu didn't understand.

Doctor Wang smiled and said, "Along with the cemetery, he has to make a total of 6,000 guan of funeral money, which is priced according to the status of the prince, but you are no longer the prince.

His bill obviously violated the etiquette system, which is the key point, and the huge corruption is enough to make him lose his head."

Only then did Li Xiu understand that he only had thirty cents of funeral expenses, but did he finally wrap it with a straw mat and buried it?

He felt very uncomfortable.

"What else?"

"Third, no one dared to come out to prove him before, you are the first one!"

Such a big thing, a small imperial doctor can't play with it.

Li Xiu's eyes rolled, "Is it Mr. Gao who asked you to come?"

…………….

After a day of work, Gao Lishi dragged his tired body back to his room.

The emperor asked a lot, the imperial concubines asked a lot, and the princes asked a lot, and Gao Lishi was very tired.

But his subordinates did not understand him. Gao Lishi listened to the report of the imperial physician Wang Fuping drowsyly, saying a lot of nonsense. He suspected that there was a bit of wrinkles in the corner of his eyes recently, and that was because he had heard too much nonsense.

He wanted to retake the Imperial Physician Bureau, but Li Xiu was struggling to survive.

Wang Fuping couldn't see through such a simple thing.

"The bill is here, we will take a closer look!"

"Retire yourself!"

"Wait! What does it mean to be resurrected from the dead?"

"Report to the general manager, Thirty-Balang did not have any pulse at that time."

"Why are you alive again?" Gao Lishi said with some dissatisfaction.

Wang Fuping said tremblingly: "The meaning of Beizhi is that Thirty-Balang is not dead, but just an illusion, just like... the sorcerers of the world are resurrected and then boasted that they could predict the future."

"Can Thirty-Balang predict the future?"

"Report to the supervisor, he has said a lot of nonsense!"

Gao Lishi's eyes were on a piece of paper on the table. This was a draft record of his dreams, with only one sentence on it: 'Who will be the prince in the future?'

The prince is cowardly and cannot help the emperor fight against the regent's strength.

The emperor had made up his mind to replace the prince, but there were twenty princes and princes alone, and they were all qualified. The ministers did not know who could win in the end, and Gao Lishi did not know.

But Gao Lishi wanted to know that this was related to his happiness for the rest of his life.

He is still young, he still has political pursuits, and he wants to take another step.

But who should be bet on this treasure?

Gao Lishi worked hard and even dreamed that he would carry the new prince into the East Palace, but what the new prince looked like was unwilling to appear in his dream.

Who can predict the future for me? Gao Lishi is about to collapse.

"What did Thirty-Balang predict?" Gao Lishi became a little interested.

"He predicted that the Tang Dynasty would perish due to swine fever..."

"Fart! If you have swine fever, you can't eat mutton? Get out!" Gao Lishi was completely out of patience.

"He also said that in the 14th year of Tianbao, Yang Guifei died..."

Wang Fuping was about to cry, and Ah Weng told him to get out of the palace, just to get out of the palace!

His job is going to be ruined, and he has just started to pay back the thirty-year loan he borrowed to buy a house.

"roll!"

Wang Fuping rolled and crawled out and ran.

As soon as he ran to the door, Gao Lishi suddenly called him again, "Stop!"

Wang Fuping had one foot outside and the other inside, as if he had been imposed on a fixed body technique and stopped moving.

"Get back!"

Wang Fuping's tears were about to flow out, and his job seemed to be saved.

He almost rolled back, "What are the instructions for the supervisor?"

"How many years did you say just now?"

"Report to the Chief Executive, there are still thirty years left!"

"What nonsense? I'm asking you the second prophecy of Thirty-Balang."

"Ah! In the 14th year of Tianbao, Concubine Yang died."

Who is Yang Guifei? Gao Lishi doesn’t know and doesn’t care.

His current mistress is Concubine Wu Hui. Concubine Wu Hui can eat and sleep, and is busy gaining weight all day long and has a long life.

What Gao Lishi cares about is the year name: 'Tianbao!'

Gao Lishi was shocked.

Wang Fuping walked out of the room with tears on his face, and his job was finally saved.

Gao Lishi sat there for a long time, took out a small close-fitting key, and opened a gold-painted lacquer box.

This is his secret, and he took out a stack of jute paper from the box.

During this period, the emperor was considering changing the year name. The ministers mentioned the year name a lot, but the emperor was not satisfied and asked himself to think of him a year name.

Just this morning, Gao Lishi finally thought of a very grand year name.

Gao Lishi slowly opened the jute paper with two big words written on it: Tianbao.

………
To be continued...