Hearing Gu Qiqi's voice just now,

Mo Yan once again felt that the person he was looking for was definitely not the ordinary-looking peasant woman in front of him.

There has always been a beautiful woman in his heart, and he thinks that a woman with such a sweet voice cannot be raised in this countryside.

Mo Yan would not tell anyone about finding a life-saving benefactor.

He desperately needs to find Gu Qiqi, it is one thing to repay her kindness, but buying the medicine or prescription she has on hand is the real purpose.

Of course, if this benefactor is a worldly beauty who has captivated the country and the city, Mo Yan may still have an idea, after all, he is a young man.

But if what he wants to find is the woman in front of him, he can't have evil thoughts, after all, she is married, and even if she is not, she is just a village girl.

Thinking of his funny feelings, he suddenly smiled lightly: "I can't imagine that a village woman has some skills, but you are an approachable person, Lord Wang, Wen Qing really admires." ”

A village woman can cure his heart disease, in fact, Yan Jin also thinks it is strange, but when he heard that Gu Qiqi has been studying medicine with his grandfather since he was six years old, he thinks it is not too strange.

Who said that village women are not powerful people?

People can't look good, the sea can't fight, after reading so many books and seeing things for so many years, Yan Jin's thoughts are completely different from Mo Yan's.

It is precisely this kind of thinking that he will benefit greatly in the future......

"I heard that there are many strange and strange methods of treatment among the people, Gu Niangzi said that to treat water and soil discomfort, as long as you bring a bag of hometown soil before leaving home, and then soak in water to drink, you say this method is too peculiar?

He also said that the child was crying in the middle of the night and wanted to go outside to post some limerick poem about the night crying, as long as the passers-by read it for a hundred days, the child would not cry. There are also many small earthworks, even Mr. Tang has never heard of them. ”

The water and soil are not suitable to drink muddy water, and children cry in the middle of the night to post poems?

Is there still such a way to cure diseases in the world?

Mo Yan couldn't figure out what the dignified favorite brother Prince Ning said, he didn't know whether the inconspicuous little peasant woman in front of him was Lang Zhong or a goddess!

Gu Qiqi couldn't hear what the two were saying, let alone what others were saying.

As a famous Sister Qi, she is not really the Gu Qiqi who is opposite Xiao Rui and has sharp teeth.

The two people in front of them knew at a glance that they were both rich and expensive, and what Gu Qiqi didn't like the most was this kind of official (rich) second generation with long eyes on his head!

Since ancient times, heroes have been sharpened, and they have always been young and great.

didn't get closer, only nodded to the two of them from a distance: "Young Master Yan, goodbye." ”

"Goodbye, if you have prey, just send it."

"Definitely."

Not long after Gu Qiqi left, Mo Yan also left.

Returning to his residence, the guard Chang Yuan stepped forward: "Lord Shizi, the prince of Kangxi has sent a letter again, and he asked you to go back to Xiling Pass." ”

As soon as he heard these words, the anger in Mo Yan's eyes gradually rose.

Mo Yan felt that Qi Zheng's behavior two years ago was too disappointing, obviously he was better than Xiao Rui in every aspect, and he also knew that he had the heart to marry the county lord, but he forced Xiao Rui, who was unwilling to marry, to marry.

It is conceivable that in his heart, he Mo Yan is just the persecuted son of the Anning Mansion, and he can't help his great cause.

Mo Yan's eyes became colder and colder when he heard this, and the corners of his mouth slowly hooked: Since you gave up me, why did you come to me again with a pretense, Qi Zheng, do you really think that I Mo Yan is a dog you raised?

- You read it wrong, I, Mo Yan, have never given in!