For example, a few days ago, I diagnosed a young master of the Ministry of Revenue. This master was a problem with the fetus, congenital deficiency, and his essence and blood were not strong. It was entirely due to the wealth of the family since childhood and various tonics were staring at him. He was originally able to raise his care and could live a long life, but he studied poetry and did his best, and the weather suddenly became cold, which led to the invasion of external evil and the invasion of insects.

Young Master An was originally like a tower in the air, and his life fire was like a candle in the wind. Now internal and external triggers occur at the same time. In this way, the patient is as you said, the body of the patient is too weak, and he cannot save the disease with slow medicine. He should use strong medicine to kill his life first. Alas! He can only delay it for a while, and the medicine is also... ".

As soon as he said this, a figure suddenly rushed to the front. Because the rush was too fierce, two cups of tea on the table were knocked away. The tea poured on the table. Yang Ling's face turned pale and his expression was ferocious. He grabbed his collar and shouted sternly: "Young Master An of the Ministry of Revenue, make it clear, who is it?"

Jinzhen Liu has been highly respected for nearly 20 years and has only been pulled on his collar twice. One time, he was pulled on his collar by a small official of the Jinyiwei and drove away a wealthy customer who was ten thousand gold, forcing him to diagnose his beloved wife. The other time, he is now, he was given to him by the Duke of Mingwei...

The same angry face, the same fire-breathing eyes, the two figures overlapped together, Jinzhen Liu suddenly realized and said, "Ahhh! The hundred households in the brocade clothes that came to the door last year were the Duke..."

Yang Ling didn't want to talk about the princess' marriage. The emperor was busy these two days, and Tang Yixian didn't go to see him. No one in the whole mansion knew about the candidate for the prince-consort except for the young lady, so Gao Wenxin also stood up in surprise and said, "Husband, this is..... Please let go of Mr. Liu and say something."

Yang Ling shook the collar of Jinting Liu and squeezed out a sentence from his teeth: "Which Lord An from the Ministry of Revenue? Say it clearly!"

"The Ministry of Revenue has only one Lord An, who is in charge of Lord An Dongchen An, Xishikudi."

The dangerous eyes approached one point: "How many sons do he have?"

"Only one son!"

"He... is suffering from a serious illness?!"

"If the disease is in the ointment, the medicine is helpless!"

"Bang!" The shorter guy on the kang was beaten by Yang Ling with a punch and jumped up for a long time, "It's time to kill!"

"Husband...What's wrong with Husband?" Gao Wenxin looked at the gust of wind that swept out the back of Yang Ling in Liu's house, and asked Jinzhen Liu in a daze.

Jinzhen Liu poked his beard with anger and thought to himself: "Your husband is nervous, how do I know?"

More than ten fast horses galloped across the streets of Beijing, rushing towards the Forbidden City like strong winds.

"Stop, there is the main area of ​​the Forbidden Palace in front of you, who is mad.....Stop, stop! Woo~~~. Woo~~~~~~" The police buzzer sounded, and countless Yulin Guards patrolling the city were storming outside the Forbidden City. Liu Dabangmao danced an eight-foot-long dark iron rod, and the sound was like thunder: "One hundred thousand fires are urgent, Duke Wei enters the palace to face the saint, and the idle people dodge!"

Idle people? Who is Idle people?

Shi Wenyi, the Jinyiwei Qianhu, who rushed over, almost lost his nose. Duke Wei was too presumptuous. What happened? He wanted to learn from the emperor, kick the Wumen Gate and give me some advice? Hey! You have the right to ride a horse in the palace, that is not the main gate, and you can't run like this. Besides, your guards have the power to do this? It's really a damn person, and they can't ascend to heaven!

Shi Wenyi pulled out the embroidered sword and put on a momentum of one man as the pass, and ten thousand men could not open it. He shouted sternly: "It has arrived at the Meridian Gate, and civil and military officials have got off the horse and got off the sedan chair!"

"Ah~! Was it!" Xiuchun's knife was smashed into two pieces by a stick, making Shi Wenyi a 'lazy donkey roll', crawling to the side with a dusty face, his hooves sounded like thunder. After passing by, Shi Wenyi stood up in shock, and was shocked and pointed at the front with a trembling right arm, roaring: "Rhyme, warning, Yang Ling is back!"

Yang Ling kept moving. A gust of wind swept to the palace gate, jumped off his horse and grabbed the copper ring and slapped it. The guards of the right palace gate opened the message mouth. Yang Ling showed off the tooth sign and shouted: "Open the door, I will go to the palace to see you immediately!"

The guards recognized Yang Ling, and saw that his face turned blue and purple, and he could not tell. I didn't know what happened, so I was so scared that I hurriedly opened the door. Yang Ling entered the palace from the right palace gate and asked anxiously: "Where is the emperor holding a banquet?"

"The West Warm Pavilion of Qianqing Palace".

Yang Ling ran away without saying a word. His heart was about to jump out. Don't leave the wedding letter to the An family, otherwise he will regret it for the rest of his life, and Princess Yongfu's life's happiness will be buried in his hands. How did he bear the harm caused by an innocent woman? When she endured the loneliness and torture of her life, how could she enjoy her happiness calmly?

The more Yang Ling thought about it, the more scared he became. His heart was in his throat: Damn. The emperor chose a concubine, even if he was a talented man of very low grade, and when he chose a servant, the lady would have to conduct a comprehensive examination inside and outside, and he would have to have an endoscope and even check his five internal organs clearly. Why did the princess choose a prince consort and not check anything?

Today he was accompanying his wife to visit the miracle doctor, wearing casual clothes, but most of the people in the palace recognized this hero in front of the imperial court. Seeing him running all the way, he ignored the etiquette of the Duke, he couldn't help but be stunned.

The police roar came out, and the palace gates were locked and closed immediately. The Jinyiwei and the Imperial Horse Monitor were unsheathed, and the bow was tilted, and they were tightly guarded by the palace gates. Unfortunately, Yang Ling was moving too fast and had already entered the palace before him.

Although Shi Wenyi was so angry that he saw Yang Ling's people staying in front of the palace gate, facing the crowd of swords and guns, there was no sign of resistance. Yang Ling was the only one who entered the palace, and he did not dare to issue the highest warning message, asking the Beijing camp and the five cities to serve the king and protect the emperor. In that case, the noise would be too loud. If that were not the case, his "beacon fire to play with the princes" landlord would have to be beheaded.

In the west warm cabinet of the Ganqing Palace, the emperor was having a banquet with his in-laws.

At the long banquet table, Emperor Zhengde sat horizontally, with the right head sitting with the son-in-law sitting, and the right head was An Dongchen and his wife's brother-in-law Li Hu. There was no turning table at that time. Although the dishes on the long table were rich, they were all decorations. No one could stand up and pick them up. Except for people changing vegetables and cloth dishes for the emperor from time to time, others could only stare at the food that was reaching in front of them. Fortunately, they were not determined to be here.

It was the first time we met each other. The young master An coughed twice from time to time. He sat down on his lower head and moved a few chopsticks. He spoke softly and softly. An Dongchen and his brother Li Hu only flattered him when they met the emperor. Fortunately, Ma Yongcheng and several eunuchs were making jokes next to him, the atmosphere became warm.

After three rounds of wine, Ma Yongcheng waved his hand and put a red gold stamping sticker on a small yellow door in a vermilion tray. Ma Yongcheng leaned into Zhengde's ear and whispered: "Your Majesty, it's time to get married."

"Oh? Oh!" The elder brother is like a father. Today, the younger sister is officially engaged. Emperor Zhengde, who has never grown up, suddenly felt a heavy sense of responsibility on his shoulders. The son-in-law chosen by the mother and queen was indeed a little weak and had no words. His father and uncle only know how to flatter, and Zhengde looked at him a little, but for his sister's sake, he was still very kind.

As soon as he heard Ma Yongcheng's prompt, Zhengde put down his wine glass, stood up and said with a smile: "Dark Night, come forward."

When An Dongchen and Li Hu saw the small red wedding letter in the emperor's hand, their eyes suddenly shone. It seemed as if they saw a mountain of gold and a gold medal that was fully cashed in death. An Dongchen was excited and quickly urged: "My son, don't get up yet, kowtow to the emperor to receive the wedding letter."

After sitting in the dark night for a long time, his limbs were sore and weak. In order to suppress his cough, his chest was very uncomfortable and he couldn't eat anything at all. When he heard that he was about to take the wedding book, he couldn't help but feel relieved. After taking the wedding book and the banquet ended, he didn't have to suffer such torture anymore. He hurriedly stood up on the table, moved his feet a little weakly to Zhengde, knelt down on his knees, and said respectfully: "Emperor".

Zhengde looked at him and sighed in a deep voice: "Yongfu is my sister. I love this girl very much. From today on, I will give her to you. You must treat my sister well..."

An Dongchen and Li Hu stared at Zhengde's wedding book with their own eyes, and their sealed wedding book was written by their hands. The throat was dry and the wedding book was handed down. The fingertips of Yan Ye had just touched the wedding book. There was a loud "boom" sound, and the palace door opened everywhere, and a figure swept in with a gust of cold wind and falling snowflakes.

Several small yellow gates behind him shouted in panic: "Dude, you can't trespass."

Emperor Zhengde held the wedding letter and said in surprise: "Yang Qing, what are you doing?"

Yang Ling blew his pupils and his fingers roared: "Dark Night! Dare you little beast? Retreat quickly!"

An Dongchen was stunned for a moment. He turned around and saw that the evidence of the law had not yet fallen into his son's hands. He couldn't help but scream: "My son, I have accepted the marriage letter!"

"You are looking for death!" Yang Ling was really angry. He grabbed a plate of vegetables and threw them out. The dishes and the dishes were separated in half. The plate accurately cut Yan Ye's wrist and made a sound of fracture. But the dishes were all for Zhengde. Zhengde stood there stupidly, looking at the soup of the vegetable on his body, picked a piece of melon strip from his nose, and said as if he was dreaming: "Uh...... Yang Shidu...... Is it you?"

"Don't be disturbed, take the wedding letter." An Dongchen didn't care that the emperor was in front of him, and immediately shouted loudly, and jumped up at the same time: It seems that the matter was leaked, and he had to grab the wedding letter first, so that the initiative would be in his own hands. Unless the emperor did something to kill people to silence him, he would have to be led by himself.

"Bang", Yang Ling saw that An Dongchen was going to help his son grab the marriage letter, so he didn't have time to get around, so he jumped onto the table and ran over. Although there was a gap between the cup and plate, he ran and kicked and gasped. Emperor Zhengde could not keep up with his thoughts today. He said in a daze: "Yang Qing, what are you going to do?"

Yan Ye saw that the situation was wrong. If the wedding book was not in hand, the whole family would be beheaded for the crime of deceiving the king. He endured the huge pain of the fracture and took the wedding book. Yang Ling was still two steps away. When he saw Zhengde being frightened by himself, Yan Ye was about to take the wedding book. He shouted suddenly and his body rose into the air.

Yan Ye just stood up and snatched the wedding letter. Yang Ling kicked his temple hard. Yan Ye let out a "wow" sound, and a large mouthful of blood sprayed on the emperor's dragon robe, and his body fell to the ground with a "bump".

When Yang Ling fell from the air, he copied the wedding letter from the emperor. Ma Yongcheng didn't know what happened. Someone hurt the emperor. He hurriedly rushed up and dragged the emperor back, surrounded the emperor with a few small yellow gates and a knife guard who had just chased in at the door.

An Dongchen and Li Hu were rushing towards him, and the paper marriage letter was the life of the whole family. Yang Ling's body had just fallen to the ground and was hitting Yan Ye. The two of them didn't care about Yan Ye's life and death, and rushed over and pressed Yang Ling tightly, hugged their heads and feet, and the three of them pressed on Yan Ye and fought together.

Emperor Zhengde looked at it stupidly for a moment, turned his head and said to Ma Yongcheng: "Old Ma, Yang Qing... Is he suffering from hysteria?"

It is not difficult for Yang Ling to deal with these two minor officials, but he fell to the ground and fought with two desperate people. He couldn't use any force to leverage the force and dodge. He took a lot of effort to kick and break away from the two of them. His robes were torn into a mess, and there was no place for the noble dignity of the prince.

But Yang Ling got up, covered in blood and blood, strands of silk on his robe, and his scarf was pulled open on his head, and his hair was messy, like a beggar, but he stood there and laughed loudly, looking very proud.

Young Master Yan Ye, who was kicked and pressed on his body for more than 5,400 pounds, was lying straight there, staring at the boss with his eyes wide open, and black blood was salivating from the corners of his mouth.

An Dongchen and Li Hu didn't even bother to look at him. They lay on the ground, staring at Yang Ling Kong Kong's hands with their eyes curled up, and screamed in tremblingly: "Where is the wedding book, where is the wedding book? Where is the wedding book?"
Chapter completed!