Another night, Qin Shao got up early, finished dressing, and paused in front of the mirror for a moment.

"Do you think this crown is not formal?" Chen looked carefully and found nothing wrong.

Qin Shao stared at himself in the mirror, with red lips and white cheeks, clear eyebrows and eyes. He was more handsome than the white-faced young actor in the play, but he was less fierce than Rong Su.

"Go and get a charcoal pen and draw my eyebrows thicker," she said.

Yan Miao handed over the pink of her thrush, and Qin Shao personally took the knife and drew a flat eyebrows with a single word. The end of the eyebrows looked quite harsh and sharp. In addition, her already tall nose bridge made her look deeper and sharper.

She was satisfied and took the book and went to Mr. Yucheng's residence.

After the sir, he was drinking tea in the yard. The youngest son who served in front of him was nearly forty years old but was still trying hard to persuade: "The filial son knelt outside for a day and a night, and the entire Yuzhou city may have spread. If you refuse to rescue him in the end, you will only lose your reputation."

Mr. Yucheng frowned slightly, and when he saw Qin Shao, he stood up to greet him.

"The prince thinks, I want to rescue this time?" The crowd sat down. Mr. Yucheng didn't know what he thought, but actually kicked the ball over.

Qin Shao thought for a while and said, "A gentleman relies on his promise, and everything will come when he breaks his promise." Mr. Yucheng nodded slightly. The prince was indeed enlightened. "But..." Qin Shao changed his tone and said, "A filial son serves his mother with sincerity, so will the wise man not be moved?"

Yucheng's face changed slightly, but he didn't expect that the prince, who knew so well, had the idea of ​​help.

"I have been curing a hundred cases of carbuncle disease in this life, but I'm alone... Alas," the old man sighed and said, "What's the face I have to do to save people if I practice medicine. Even if he kneels to death in front of the door, I will never go!"

Mr. Yucheng got up and walked into the house.

Qin Shao's eyebrows moved. She vaguely remembered that this filial son in her previous life was moved by the gentleman. Not only was he treated, but his old mother also had been in the palace for three months. This was a huge face.

So, what happened later that made Mr. Yucheng change his mind?

Before Qin Shao was curious, he heard King Yu send someone to ask Mr. Yucheng to go over and say that there is something important to discuss.

She was kind and said she was waiting. Mr. Yucheng left with a little apology, and also ordered her son to accompany him and greet the prince.

Qin Shao enjoyed this.

Therefore, as soon as Mr. Yucheng left, she ordered someone to take out the celadon tea bowl fired from the official kiln.

"By seniority, I should call you Uncle Liu."

"I dare not, I dare not, the prince will destroy Liu Si." Liu Si hurriedly got up and bent over. What kind of identity is Qin Shao, how dare he be the uncle.

Even so, his eyes still did not leave the celadon bowl.

Qin Shao winked, and the servant immediately brought the porcelain bowl forward. Liu Siyuan also wanted to refuse, but as soon as he bought the shiny and crystal-clear porcelain bowl, he was so excited that he couldn't speak: "This... the bottom of this bowl is actually a kiln change!"

"Mr. Liu is a person who knows the goods. This kiln-turned bowl is not considered buried."

"How dare Liu Si be rewarded by the prince!" Liu Si hurriedly refused. He knew very well how much he had. King Yu valued his father, so he had this place in the royal palace.

"I am determined to be a teacher. If you succeed, you will be my senior brother. What can you bear? Let's just give me some filial piety."

Liu Si still refused: "Criminal, don't break me."

Qin Shao didn't force it, but asked Liu Si to know her intention to "apprentice to his disciple", and then he would have an excuse to ask about the teacher.

Her foreshadowing was buried deep, and Liu Si also let go and revealed some old stories.

It was originally a close friend of Mr. Yucheng who died of carbuncle syndrome. The husband could not treat him for half his life, so he vowed not to treat this disease for the rest of his life.

This matter is not a secret, but more than twenty years have passed, and not many people have left to know.

However, although some people have known about this for a long time, they are still worried.

After the waiter touched Chai Xiaozi's bottom, he visited the inn in person at night. He didn't give up until he saw the old lady with a carbuncle on the couch and groaning.

"I'm too worried. It's really a story about a filial son coming to seek medical treatment."

Rong Su didn't find any flaws in Chai Xiaozi, so he didn't want to pay attention to their mother and son's life or death, because he came to report that Fang Zhaoran had already arrived in Yuzhou.

...

There was another mist in the morning in Yuzhou City, and there were a few birds singing from time to time.

A string of horse hooves galloped over.

"The decree of the Great Inner, open the city gate quickly!" The leader of the horse team held up the token and shouted. The Yuzhou city gate opened with a bang, and dozens of horse teams rushed in.

The hawkers rushing into the city in front of the city gate also wanted to squeeze in, but were separated by a thorn fence. The city gate was closed with a bang, and could only stretch their necks to look around.

Prince Yu's mansion, who also received the news, was already ready to stop, but the son Chai Xiaozi kneeling in front of the door seemed a little abrupt.

The leader of the horse team covered his face with a black scarf. The fast horse galloped to the front door and saw the kneeling son. The horse was stopped quickly and raised its front legs in the air, barely slipping from the filial son who was so scared that his face turned pale.

Chai Xiaozi was still in shock and was whipped to the front.

"What a courage!" The rider was very angry, and two whips were bleeding on the body of the filial son.

"Stop the anger of Lord Fang!" The prince's house manager hurried forward, "This filial son seeks medical treatment for his mother. It is difficult for the prince to be grateful to him, so he allowed to kneel down."

"Hmph, the prince Yiwei arrived later. How could he allow the unruly people to be arrogant? He wouldn't get out of here!" Fang Zhaoran's black hat was extremely fierce, and Chai Xiaozi was beaten to death by him.

I saw Fang Zhaoran throwing away his cloak and dismounting, and then he quickly sank into the mansion after drinking this sentence.

The Qianmen Manager bent down to see the old man away, turned around and returned a ingot of gold to Chai Xiaozi.

"Master Chai, you have heard it. It's not that the young man refused to help. This Lord Fang brought the prince Yiwei. If you bump into it..."

Chai Xiaozi started to wipe his tears again. I don’t know if it was painful or sad, so he just added another ingot of gold and stuffed it back and said, “Please give me a clear way.”

Two ingots of gold are not decimals.

The manager sank into his sleeves without any trace, and said tremblingly, "You will definitely not be able to kneel down in this front door. Before the prince is angry, you should go to the small door on the west side to beg. It is closer to the teacher's study. If you are lucky enough to catch up with the husband's trip, you can still stop the carriage of the Liu family."

Chai Xiaozi bowed with great gratitude and finally moved the place.

On the other side, Fang Zhaoran entered the palace and took the initiative to lift the hood mask, revealing a young face. He couldn't say he was so handsome, but his eyes were bright and energetic.

He walked quickly like a storm, and stepped forward and bowed: "I have seen His Highness Yu."

"Mr. Fang is so polite," King Yu stretched out his hand to help him. Mr. Yucheng, who was sitting on his head, also stood up and looked at Fang Zhaoran carefully, but he lost his mind for a moment.

Fang Zhaoran was very keen. He noticed that his eyes bowed slightly to Mr. Yucheng, and said, "Your Majesty's oral order."

King Yu and Mr. Yucheng both lifted their robe and knelt down at the same time.

"I'll let Prince Ling Yu quickly follow Fang Zhaoran into the palace to face the holy one, and I'll be here."

"My minister, follow the order." King Yu kowtowed and stood up.

Seeing that King Yu's expression was not relaxed, Fang Zhaoran asked, "Prince, is the prince in good health?"

Everyone knows that Prince Yu is a famous sick man, and what Fang Zhaoran is most afraid of is that he can't withstand the fatigue of the boat and the train.

King Yu shook his head, it was not the problem with Qin Shao.
Chapter completed!