I used the space to empty the pirates' private vault.

But he still didn't want to forgive Feng Wuhen so quickly, because this guy was so hateful, and his subordinates were also hateful.

"Even so, I don't want to forgive you so quickly. The next time I see your master, I will have a talk with him about how he, as his disciple, treated his uncle."

At this moment, Feng Wuhen was too lazy to pay attention to him. He took Jiang Yimo's white, tender and soft little hand, strode into the gate of the Evil King's Mansion, and let him make a fuss at the gate by himself. He didn't mind being embarrassed, and he, Feng Wuhen, was not afraid.

When Divine Doctor Nan Qiao saw that Feng Wuhen no longer paid attention to him, he immediately sat up from the ground, still muttering, "Oh, oh, this wolf cub Feng Wuhen is too cruel, he almost broke my old waist."

At this time, he looked up at the shadow who was standing at the door of the Evil King's Mansion and had been looking at him, and immediately vented his anger on the shadow.

"You little brat, you are as heartless as your master. You saw me stand up from the ground, but you didn't come to help me. You are so ignorant. If you get sick, poisoned, or chopped by someone in the future, don't ask me to treat you."

After saying this, the Nanqiao Divine Doctor saw Anying still standing at the gate looking at him, so he immediately raised his hand to smooth down his messy hair, glared at Anying, and angrily scolded, "What are you doing standing there, you little bastard? Come over here and help me up. I've been hungry for two or three days on the road in order to get back to the imperial city. Go and prepare some food for me."

Shadow watched the little old man tossing and turning on the ground for a long time without being able to get up, and finally, he walked over and helped him up.

Although Nan Qiao was long-winded and had the temper of a naughty old man, his medical skills were still quite advanced. He had saved the lives of their prince and Empress Xian, as well as the evil king's guards and servants many times.

What's more, this genius doctor Nan Qiao is also the junior fellow of the prince's master.

Shadow thought it would be better to help him into the Evil King's Palace.

After Feng Wuhen dragged Jiang Yimo into the Evil King's Mansion, Jiang Yimo asked him curiously, "Prince, that was the Nan Qiao Divine Doctor you mentioned before, right?"

Feng Wuhen nodded slightly as a response to Jiang Yimo's words.

"Although his medical skills are good, he is crazy and like a naughty boy. Try to stay away from him in the future, otherwise, he will annoy you to death."

Feng Wuhen reminded her.

"No, no, I think he's quite interesting. Maybe in the future, he and I can discuss medical issues together."

Jiang Yimo said with a smile. Finally, she suddenly remembered something and asked, "My Lord, I have never heard you mention your master. He must be a very powerful person, right?"

When Feng Wuhen talked about his master, a smile appeared on his face.

"Yes, and my master is a hermit master, known as the Lonely Mountain Old Man, who is highly skilled in martial arts and knows how to use formations... He also likes to travel. I don't see him all year round, but when there is a chance, I will take you to meet him."

"Okay!"

After hearing this, Jiang Yimo's expression relaxed slightly, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

That night, Jiang Yimo was called by Feng Wuhen to have dinner at Wutong Courtyard. She gave Feng Wuhen the medicine she had developed for the wife of Marquis Jingming and asked Feng Wuhen to have someone deliver it to the Marquis' Mansion.

Then, the two sat down to prepare for dinner, but at this moment, a white figure rushed to their dining table, grabbed a roasted chicken leg on the table, sat on the ground and started eating.

Feng Wuhen glanced at him, and Jiang Yimo's eyes also fell on the genius doctor Nan Qiao.

In the afternoon, she heard the servants in the Evil King's Mansion talking about how Shadow had arranged four guards to help the genius doctor Nan Qiao take a bath. The four guards used six large vats of warm water to wash him clean. His body was so dirty that he vomited on the four guards on the spot.

Now, the genius doctor Nan Qiao looks much neater and cleaner than when he was seen at the gate of the palace during the day.

Although his clothes were not properly put on, with some parts dragging and some hanging, the clothes he was wearing were clean.

Now his face was washed clean, and his white hair and long beard, which were originally covered with red mud, were washed back to their original white color. His hair was combed neatly and tied on top of his head with a wooden hairpin that looked like a branch.

The long white beard on his chin was braided into a small white braid and tied with a white thread. The length of this braid seemed to be as long as Feng Wuhen's palm.

At the same time, he was also wearing a small gray shoulder bag and a gourd-shaped wine flask. In short, the outfit of this Nanqiao doctor looked very funny.

Doctor Nan Qiao glared at the two of them, very dissatisfied.

"You two little bastards are so mean. You didn't even let me call you when you were eating."

Feng Wuhen rolled his eyes at him and said leisurely, "Didn't you just finish your meal not long ago?"

This simple sentence made Doctor Nan Qiao so angry that he almost jumped up.

"Look at what you are saying, kid. I had a meal in the afternoon, but did I have dinner at night? You really don't respect the elderly at all."

After listening to the nagging words of Doctor Nan Qiao, Feng Wuhen's face darkened again.

Feng Wuhen could never understand why his master, Old Man Gushan, who was so elegant and dignified, had such an unreliable junior brother?

Seeing Feng Wuhen's ugly face, Jiang Yimo quickly said, "Nan Qiao, we just sat down. It's better if you come over. We don't need to ask anyone to call you. Let's eat."

After hearing what Jiang Yimo said, Doctor Nan Qiao nodded with satisfaction. He stood up from the ground while gnawing on the chicken leg in his hand, and stared at Jiang Yimo with his squinted eyes.

"You, this pretty little girl, must be the Miss Jiang that Shadow mentioned. I heard from Shadow that you were the one who cured the poison in the body of the evil king and the poison in the body of Concubine Xian?"

"Oh, Senior Nan Qiao, I was lucky enough to help them detoxify."

"Then do you know how many years I, an old man, spent trying to detoxify them, but I still couldn't get rid of the poison in their bodies. And you, little girl, actually said that you were lucky and helped them get rid of the poison - the person who can detoxify them must be better than me in medical skills. Little girl, you look young, but I didn't expect that you have learned such superb medical skills. I, an old man, admire you."

"Ha! Senior Nan Qiao, you are so kind!"

As Jiang Yimo spoke, a faint smile appeared on her beautiful face.

"Well, you are quite a modest girl!" Divine Doctor Nan Qiao first praised Jiang Yimo, and then he sat opposite the two of them in a familiar manner, acting as a light bulb.

He also took the initiative to ask the servant who was serving them meals to bring a pair of bowls and chopsticks. Without Feng Wuhen and Jiang Yimo inviting him to eat, he picked up the chopsticks and started eating.