Chapter 1822 0 Good Filial Piety Is the First

The king's eyes were bright, and he could not take the clothes to death in the afternoon. It was uncomfortable to sit, stand, or lie down. Doctor Ye said that it was because of detoxification. The king was very helpless. There are no safe days.

How could he bear it!

Hearing that Ye Qingqing had a good solution, the king urged her to hurry up and say that as long as the pain could be alleviated, he would do whatever it takes.

Ye Qingqing's eyes made Julie's heart tremble, and her intuition was not very good. She forced herself to calm down. Ye Qingqing and the man surnamed Lu disappeared silently when they were busy.

The palace is so big that no one will notice that one or two people are missing, let alone two outsiders. At that time, it is only necessary to say that they are not skilled in medicine and cannot cure the king's illness, and they escaped for fear of being punished.

The corners of Julie's lips rose, and she was in a better mood. After eating this big meal, she would go back to make arrangements. She has a lot of staff in the palace, and at most let this bitch dance for one night.

Ye Qingqing knew that this woman must have no good intentions, but with Lu Mo around, she was not afraid.

But first, let this woman suffer a little. Isn't she a filial daughter, so she will let this big white lotus be 'filial piety'!

"Your Majesty is very knowledgeable, you must have heard of our country's ** Queen Mother, right?" Ye Qingqing asked deliberately, although this king is absurd, but his cultural literacy is not low, after all, he is a high-level intellectual who has attended a famous school.

**The queen mother is famous, of course the king has heard of it, but he doesn't understand what the queen mother has to do with his illness.

Ye Qingqing said calmly: "The queen mother has a good sister who has a disease similar to your majesty's. She took many medicines and it didn't get better. Later, the queen mother learned a secret recipe and gave it to her good sister. Good sisters heal without medicine."

The king was overjoyed, "What's the secret recipe?"

Ye Qingqing glanced at Julie again, her face was embarrassed, and she hesitated to say anything. The king urged several times before she said, "After the person who needs a sincere prayer, gouge out a piece of meat stew from her arm and drink it. Afterwards, His Majesty's pain will be eased."

This allusion is of course true, but Ye Qingqing has changed it a lot. Anyway, foreigners don't know the history of China, so she is fine with her nonsense. Master Bailong smiled and said loudly: "Your Majesty, this minister has also heard about this secret recipe. It contains extremely profound Buddhist teachings, and it is only because of the pure filial piety of the close relatives that it will move the heavens and heal without medicine."

Ye Qingqing and Master Bailong sang together, and the king was convinced, "I'll let Basha cut the flesh!"

Julie breathed a sigh of relief, but—

"Your Majesty, wait a minute, Princess Bazaar has just lost her virginity. It's too late for the Buddha to blame her. How could she be willing to give her Buddha's power? It may even offend the Buddha. Your Majesty must not." Master Bailong stopped him.

The king was startled. Fortunately, the national teacher was thoughtful and almost offended the Buddha. He thought about it and said another name. It sounded like a boy. It should be one of his unloved sons!

Ye Qingqing sneered secretly, good things can't be thought of Bazaar, so she thought of cutting the flesh, this king is really fond of Julie, but she wants to cut the flesh of this precious daughter.

"Your Majesty, listen to me, you are a dragon body, Zhiyang, you must find a woman to get better results, and this woman is best to ask a national teacher to do the math, it must be from His Majesty Wang, don't find a gram. Your majesty's woman, that would be counterproductive." Ye Qingqing opened her eyes and said nonsense.

Who makes people in this country superstitious, they don't go to the hospital when they are sick, they would rather donate money to the temple, the king is even more superstitious, so Ye Qingqing dares to talk nonsense like this.

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