The Rich and Powerful Marry: the Rebirth of the Ace

   Chapter 118 121: NO.1 in the entire Chinese medicine community

   Although Song Yiyan doesn't know if Song Jing is the real Song Yan.

   But as soon as she saw Song Jing, her heart was filled with a sense of crisis.

  In addition, there is indeed a scar on Song Jing's arm.

   makes Song Yiyan hate Song Jing even more.

so.

   Never let Mrs. Song see Song Jing, let alone let Mrs. Song know her.

   Mrs. Song is different from Zheng Mei.

   Zheng Mei flicked and passed.

   But Mrs. Song can't.

   Mrs. Song is definitely not that easy to fool.

   Seeing Song Yiyan suddenly appearing in front of her, Mrs. Song frowned slightly, stretched out her hand and pushed her away, "You're blocking me."

  Song Yiyan's face darkened.

  She knew it.

   No matter what she does, Mrs. Song will not recognize her.

   Like now.

   She filial piety wanted Mrs. Song to eat a hot hibiscus cake.

   But what about Mrs. Song?

   pushed her away.

   This is something a grandma should do?

  Song Baoyi lowered his eyes.

   His eyes were full of disappointment.

   Mrs. Song looked back at the crowd.

  But the girl just now was nowhere to be seen.

   Mrs. Song frowned slightly, looking at Song Yiyan with a bit of disgust in her eyes.

   "Grandma, hibiscus cake." Song Yiyan then handed the hibiscus cake to Mrs. Song.

   "I won't eat it." Mrs. Song refused directly.

  Song Yiyan endured the grievance in her heart, her eyes were slightly red, "Grandma, didn't you like to eat hibiscus cake the most?"

   "I don't like to eat it now." Mrs. Song said.

  Where is now I don't like to eat.

  Song Yiyan knew very well that it wasn't that Mrs. Song didn't like eating hibiscus cakes now, but that she didn't like her.

   Mrs. Song frowned slightly when she saw Song Yiyan's dying look.

  Song Yiyan does this every time.

   Before she said anything, Song Yiyan's eyes started to turn red.

   The look of being wronged is like how vicious her grandma is.

   This is one of the reasons why Mrs. Song doesn't like Song Yiyan.

   At this moment, Zheng Mei trotted over.

   "Yiyan! Where have you been? I've been looking for you for a long time!"

   Seeing Zheng Mei, Song Yiyan's eyes narrowed slightly, and she was very scared.

fine.

   Fortunately, Zheng Mei was not with Mrs. Song just now.

  If Zheng Mei saw Song Wei, she would definitely take the initiative to say hello. At that time, Mrs. Song would definitely be suspicious of Song Wei's identity.

no.

   Can't stay here any longer.

   What if you meet Song Yu in a while?

  Song Yiyan smiled and said, "Just now there was a kid who couldn't find his family. I led him to find his parents."

   Zheng Mei was a little anxious when she heard that it was a child who could not find her family. After all, she was also the one who lost her daughter. Zheng Mei immediately asked, "Did you find it later?"

   "I found it." Song Yiyan nodded.

   Hearing this, Zheng Mei breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good."

  Song Yiyan continued: "Mom, Xiaonan Street is almost done, let's accompany grandma to Juxianlou to listen to cross talk?"

   "Okay." Zheng Mei nodded.

   Mrs. Song glanced at Zheng Mei, "I'll go alone to listen to the cross talk, you two don't follow."

Out of sight out of mind.

   Mrs. Song likes to listen to cross talk, she doesn't want Song Yiyan to affect her mood.

   Zheng Mei said worriedly: "Can you do it alone?"

   "I didn't break my leg or hand, why can't I?" Madam Song asked rhetorically.

  Zheng Mei continued: "Then be careful by yourself and call if you have anything."

   Mrs. Song nodded and turned to leave.

   Looking at the back of Mrs. Song, Song Yiyan said with red eyes, "Mom, I'm sorry"

  Zheng Mei looked at Song Yiyan, "You kid, you are so good, why are you sorry?"

   "It's all because of me that grandma treated you badly, maybe" Song Yiyan almost lost her voice when she said this, and the tears of grievance were like beads with a broken thread.

   Zheng Mei knew that Song Yiyan was wronged and hugged her in her arms.

   "Good boy, this matter has nothing to do with you. Your grandma has that temper."

  Song Yiyan continued: "If you didn't adopt me at the time, maybe grandma wouldn't hate you so much."

  Song Yiyan teased her with tea words, which not only portrayed Mrs. Song as a vicious grandmother, but also portrayed Mrs. Song as a vicious mother-in-law.

   "Actually, your grandma is not a bad person, she just wants to find Yanyan too much."

   When he heard the words 'Yanyan', a faint light flashed in Song Yiyan's eyes.

   As long as Song Yan is there.

  The Song family will never take her as their own daughter.

   Having said this, Zheng Mei sighed, "Yiyan, Mom knows that you have been wronged these days, don't worry, you will always be the best daughter in Mom's heart."

   She can't change Mrs. Song's mind, but she can change herself.

   As a mother, she has lost a daughter, so she will not break the heart of another daughter.

   "Thank you mom." Song Yiyan hugged Zheng Mei tightly.

   As everyone knows.

   From an angle that Zheng Mei couldn't see, Song Yiyan's eyes were full of vicious light.

  After a while, Zheng Mei let go of Song Yiyan and comforted her in a low voice: "Be good, stop crying, let's go home."

   "Yes." Song Yiyan's mouth raised a strong smile, "Mom, don't worry, no matter what grandma treats me, I won't blame her, she will always be an elder, and my dearest grandma."

   Looking at Song Yiyan, Zheng Mei felt extremely relieved.

   This daughter was not raised for nothing.

   I hope Mrs. Song can find out Song Yiyan's goodness sooner.

  Song 婳 has not been shopping so happily for a long time.

  Especially this kind of ancient streets.

  The autumn wind blows, and the yellowish leaves flutter and fall on both sides of the street, forming a soft carpet under your feet.

  Song Wei reached out and took a few fallen leaves, her white fingertips against the yellow ginkgo leaves, making her look even whiter.

   Yu Tingzhi just followed behind her.

   is not far or near.

  Suddenly, he quickened his pace and stood side by side with Song Jing, "There is an antique street ahead, do you want to take a look?"

   "Okay." Song Jing nodded slightly and then asked, "Are you familiar with the capital?"

  Song Jing also came to the capital in her previous life.

   However, she came and went a few times in a hurry and didn't go anywhere except the laboratory.

  Beijing was not very impressive to her, it was just the name of a city.

   Yu Tingzhi: "I grew up here before I was three years old."

   "So that's the case," Song Jing nodded slightly and continued, "What specialties does the capital have?"

   "Yes," Yu Tingzhi thought for a while, "Beijing bean juice and candied haws are more famous."

   Having said that, Yu Tingzhi seemed to have thought of something, and then said, "Wait a minute."

"it is good."

   Yu Tingzhi turned around and left.

  Song Jing stood there and waited for him.

   Time passes by every minute and every second.

  Song Jing was a little bored, so she picked up a branch and bent over to write and draw on the ground.

   At this moment, a basketball flew over from not far away.

   landed quickly.

Next to   , the boys who were shooting were dumbfounded.

How to do?

   is going to hit someone!

"Be careful!"

   Just when the basketball was about to hit her head, the girl got up and caught the basketball with her hand.

high speed.

   is also cool.

   Basketball, she hasn't touched it for a long time.

   Now holding a basketball, I just feel that those green days are back.

   She turned her left hand slightly.

  I saw that the basketball seemed to have life in her hands, spinning constantly on her fingertips.

   "Sister, I'm so sorry," a boy who looked to be about seventeen or eighteen ran towards him, "We didn't hit you just now, did we?"

   "Little girl," Song Jing looked at him and chuckled, "You call me sister?"

  The boy looked at Song Jing.

   stunned.

The girl in front of her has a ball-shaped head with jade-like features, wearing a loose knitted sweater, a pair of black boots on her feet, and a pair of watery peach blossom eyes. characters in general.

   At most sixteen years old.

  What is the name of a 16-year-old if you don't call your sister?

   He is eighteen years old this year.

  Song Wei hooked her lips lightly, walked to the place 20 meters away from the basketball hoop and stopped yesterday, then looked back slightly, her red lips parted lightly, "Little boy, this is how you shoot basketball."

   After she finished speaking, she made a light shot.

Snapped.

  The basketball is in the middle of the frame.

   Very nice shot

  The boy looked at Song Jing's actions, and he was surprised, but he was even more surprised now.

  Others were also stunned.

   Who would have thought that a little girl would throw a basketball into the frame with a random throw.

sharp.

   is amazing.

   Before everyone could react, Song Jing clapped her hands, returned to her original place, and continued to wait for others.

   "婳婳."

   At this moment, a low male voice sounded in the air.

  Song Jing looked back slightly.

   I saw a man walking towards him with a candied haws in his hand.

   Yu Tingzhi was dressed in black wind, and the hem of his clothes fluttered in the wind, and a powerful momentum erupted around him.

   Thin lips were slightly pursed, a little too cold.

  Xu, he walked up to Song Yu and handed the candied haws in his hand to Song Yu.

   "The unique ice-sugar haws in Beijing, the craftsmanship is different from other places, you can try it."

  Song Jing reached out and took it, the pear eddy on the corner of her mouth was shallow, "You just went to buy this?"

   "Yes." Yu Tingzhi nodded slightly.

  Song Jing took a bite of the candied haws.

   went to the core.

   One bite is very satisfying, the sweet and sour is moderate, and it also has a unique fragrance, which is really different from the usual ice-sugar haws.

   "How is it?" Yu Tingzhi's thin lips parted lightly.

   "Very good." Song Jing nodded and ate three in one go.

  Suddenly, she handed the candied haws to Yu Tingzhi, "Do you want to try one too?"

   Looking at the Bingtang Gourd handed to his mouth, Yu Tingzhi was stunned, and a light red layer appeared at the base of his ears.

   There is a difference between men and women.

   The two of them eat a bunch of candied haws together, isn't it wrong?

   But looking at Song Jing, he couldn't say anything to refuse.

   After a while, Yu Tingzhi bit into a candied haws.

  The sweet and sour taste instantly spreads on the tip of the tongue.

   He never knew that the ice-sugar haws could be so delicious.

   is simply delicious.

   "Is it delicious?" Song Jing looked at him and asked.

   "Very sweet." Yu Tingzhi's thin lips parted lightly.

  Song Jing continued: "By the way, how about bean juice? Is it delicious?"

   "The taste is a bit strange, and outsiders may not be used to it." Yu Tingzhi said.

   After saying this, Song Jing was very curious, "How strange."

   Even if the taste of food is strange, how can it be strange?

  Yu Tingzhi: "Well, it's probably the smell of rancidity."

   "Let's try it?" Song Jing suggested.

  Yu Tingzhi looked at Song Jing, "Are you sure?"

   "Hmm." Song Jing was eager to try.

   "Okay," Yu Tingzhi nodded slightly, "There is a very authentic Beijing bean juice over there, let's go and have a look?"

  Song Jing followed in Yu Tingzhi's footsteps.

   This is an old Beijing brand.

   So even if it's not meal time now, the restaurant is still full of tables.

   The two lined up for a few minutes before there was a space.

  Song Wei ordered a bowl of bean juice, then looked at Yu Tingzhi, "Do you want it?"

   "I want a bowl." Yu Tingzhi continued, "Another hibiscus cake and donkey roll."

  The waiter took notes one by one.

   "Hibiscus cake and donkey rolling are also specialties of the capital?" Song Wei asked.

"Um."

   Soon, the soy sauce was served.

  Different from the white color of soy milk, the color of soy milk is much darker, even a little dark, and it smells weird.

  Song Jing frowned slightly.

   No wonder everyone says soy bean juice tastes weird.

   It smells so weird.

   tried taking a sip.

The smell of   's forehead almost sent Song Yan away, but she still resisted the nausea and swallowed it all.

   "This is so hard to drink!"

   There has never been any food that Song Yu found unpalatable.

   Soybean juice is the first.

   Yu Tingzhi also took a sip of the bean juice in the bowl, "It's really not good."

  Song Wei picked up a hibiscus cake and stuffed it into her mouth.

  The sweet hibiscus cake immediately washed away the strange taste in the mouth.

   After eating a piece of hibiscus cake, Song Yu picked up the bean juice and drank it.

   Before Yu Tingzhi could react, Song Jing put the empty bowl on the table.

   "Don't you find it unpleasant?" Yu Tingzhi raised his eyebrows lightly.

   "Although it's hard to drink, a porridge and a meal are hard to come by."

   It is shameful to waste food.

   Especially those who have experienced hunger, she will know how to cherish food more than anyone else.

   Yu Tingzhi nodded slightly, "That makes sense."

  Song Wei pinched another piece of hibiscus cake, "Although the bean juice doesn't taste very good, this hibiscus cake is not bad."

   "You try rolling with a donkey, it should suit your taste." Yu Tingzhi used his chopsticks to put a donkey and roll around with a donkey.

  Song Jing finished eating the hibiscus cake and tasted the donkey roll again, "Wow, this is delicious too!"

   "Then you eat more, not enough." Yu Tingzhi said.

"it is good."

   Wucheng.

  Dream empty office.

  Rebecca held a document and handed it to Mengkong.

   "Miss Mengkong, this is all the detailed information about Song Jing in the past 18 years."

  Mengkong took the information and looked at it carefully.

  Song 婳's life is very simple.

   lived in Jiangcheng before the age of seven.

After    was seven years old, he was taken to the countryside by Wei Cuihua.

   Since then, he has been living in the countryside.

  Mengkong carefully looked at Song Jing's information and raised his eyebrows slightly, "That's all?"

  Rebecca nodded, "That's all."

   Speaking of this, Rebecca seemed to think of something, "By the way, there is also a video of an interview with Song Jing's hometown neighbors, would you like to watch it?"

"Um."

  Rebecca took out her phone and clicked on the video sent at the same time.

   A bunch of old people gathered on the screen.

   "You ask 婳婳?"

   "That child is very sensible, and everyone in our village likes her."

   "It's just that her life is not good, the wicked parents don't want her, but now it's finally over."

   "婳婳 has been diligent since she was a child, helping her grandma to feed the chickens and ducks."

  Feed chickens and ducks

   Hearing this word, Mengkong frowned slightly.

   What talent can a person who feeds chickens and ducks have?

  Perhaps, she was really mistaken.

   "Does she know medicine?" Mengkong then asked.

  Rebecca nodded, "I heard from the old man in their village that Song Wei used to have a teacher, but."

   "Go on." Meng Kong said.

   "But her teacher is a veterinarian."

  Veterinarian?

   Mengkong frowned slightly.

  It seems that the soothing pills have another way.

   A veterinarian's apprentice can make soothing pills?

Totally impossible!

  Dangdangdang--

   Just then, there was a knock on the door.

   "Come in." Rebecca said.

   A young woman walked in from the door.

   "Miss Mengkong, Yaowang has sent someone over to get a soothing pill again."

   This is the third time Yaowangfang has come to the door.

It is clear.

   The sincerity of the other party is very sufficient.

   Mengkong never embarrassed sincere people.

  Since they visited the hut three times, she condescended to participate.

   Mengkong looked at Rebecca.

  Rebecca immediately understood what Mengkong meant, looked at the young woman, and said, "Let him wait for half an hour."

   "Okay." The young woman nodded, "Miss Mengkong, then I'll go out first."

   "You go." Rebecca said.

   After the young woman left, Mengkong continued: "The soothing pill is in the laboratory's safe, the password is 562377."

   "Good dream stewardess."

  The organizer of Medicine King announced the good news to the whole Chinese medicine community as soon as they got the soothing pills.

   Soothing pills reproduce China.

   The new King of Medicine must be Miss Meng Kong!

   Suddenly.

  The world of Chinese medicine is boiling.

  【Miss Meng Kong YYDS! 】

  【Ah, ah, the most anticipated part! 】

  【Hahaha, isn’t a certain genius doctor claiming to be number one? Even her direct disciples can't make soothing pills, but now Miss Mengkong has made them. Who's ashamed of that? 】

  【Who still remembers the name of the direct disciple of a certain genius doctor? 】

  【Die laughing! That one seems to be called Mo Changchen? 】

  【What a shame! 】

  【I have to say, Miss Mengkong is really amazing, and Fan Er! He is also very beautiful. I have seen it once before, and he is like a nobleman who came out of Western oil painting! 】

   [Ms. Mengkong is really amazing, soothing pills have been developed, so will beauty pills be far behind? 】

   [I remember that the direct disciple of a certain genius doctor also laughed at Miss Mengkong's Jiuqingwan's lack of entry, but I didn't expect to be slapped in the face so quickly. 】

​​​】

   Benjenin also browsed this consultation and liked all the comments that supported Suwen. As for those who deliberately smeared Suwen, he reported them one by one.

   No one can slander his goddess.

   Then, Ben Jenin turned his attention to that piece of information.

  Mengkong developed a soothing pill?

how can that be!

   must be wrong.

  Soothing pills can be said to be a medical miracle.

   His goddess researched for many years before developing it.

  The dream is so lofty.

   Taking traditional Chinese medicine as a stepping stone to his fame, how could this kind of person develop a soothing pill?

   Benjenin immediately picked up his keyboard.

  【First, our genius doctor is very busy and has no time to laugh at anyone. Second, soothing pills have complex ingredients and will never be easily developed. Third, since Mengkong is so powerful, why do we KY our genius doctor everywhere? Is it bad to be beautiful alone? 】

  【Addition: Some people are tricky, I hope the organizer of Yaowang will keep their eyes open. 】

After such remarks came out, those who supported Mengkong immediately jumped and came out to defend Mengkong.

   Then, the organizer of Yaowang also posted pictures of soothing pills.

   At the same time, the organizer of Medicine King also officially announced the date of the Medicine King competition.

   September 18th of the lunar calendar.

   At that time, the organizer of Yaowang will identify the real and fake Soothing Pills in front of everyone.

   Ben Jenin stared at the picture sent by the organizer of Medicine King.

   frowned slightly.

   Judging from the photos, the soothing pills are indeed fine.

  Is it

   Does Mengkong really have this medical talent?

This is impossible!

   Ben Jenin opened WeChat, opened the chat dialog, and carefully edited the information.

【Are you here? 】

  【Do you see any problem with this soothing pill [picture jpg]? 】

  【You come back soon! 】

  【I and the Chinese medicine community need you! 】

  【嘤嘤】

After the    message was sent, there was no immediate reply, all of which were lost in the sea.

   By the time Song Jing saw the message, it was already the second day.

   Today is the eighteenth day of the ninth lunar month.

   Looking at the photo of the soothing pill, she raised her eyebrows slightly.

  This dream is daring enough.

   Even taking other people's things as his own.

  Song Wei replied: [Soothing pills are real, no problem. 】

   Ben Jenin has been waiting for Song Wei's WeChat.

   Hearing the response from WeChat at this time, he was very excited and immediately turned on his phone.

   But when he saw the message, his expression immediately went down.

real.

   Mengkong's soothing pills are actually real.

【but.】

  Song 婳's message came back quickly.

【but what? 】 Benjenin replied immediately.

  Song Jing did not directly answer Ben Jenin's question, but replied: [You do as I say. 】

【OK! 】

  Song Wei sent another string of texts.

  Although I don't know what the goddess means, Ben Jenin is still very serious, [Leave this matter to me, please rest assured! 】

After    finished WeChat with Song Wei, Ben Jenin immediately drove to the scene of the Yaowang Competition.

   The locomotive is about to fly on the road!

at the same time.

   Yaowang competition scene.

  Mengkong is still the same as usual, wearing a retro European dress, and his golden curly hair is **** in half.

   At this time, he was sitting in the auditorium.

   The host stood on the stage, "After enjoying a beautiful dance, the most exciting moment comes!"

   As soon as these words came out, the audience in the audience widened their eyes.

   Looking forward to this moment.

   Because they know.

   It's time for the soothing pill to meet with you.

   At that time, the organizer will identify the authenticity of the soothing pills in front of everyone.

   "Aren't there many people now suspecting that the Soothing Pills are fake? Just wait, Miss Mengkong will hit them in the face with her strength!"

   "I'm already getting excited!"

   "I am me too!"

   "I see that what a genius doctor asks. It's just based on marketing. I used to brag about how hard it is to reproduce the soothing pill! Now? It wasn't developed by Miss Mengkong!"

   "I don't like her either. She always looks like an expert in the world. Once she disappears, it will take more than half a year! I think she has long forgotten that she is still a doctor! Not doing a good job!"

   Soon, the two hostesses on the stage came out with soothing pills.

   Soothing pills come in a small rosewood box.

   The host walked over and gently opened the lid, "Come on, cameraman, give me a close-up."

  The cameraman cuts the shot right away.

   "Fuck! If only I could have a soothing pill!"

   "This host is really annoying! Can't you just enter the instrument directly? So much nonsense!"

  Mengkong just looked at the stage, not nervous at all.

  Because she has full confidence.

   Soothing pills are real.

   Sure enough, when the host pressed the button to start the verification, there was no other response from the instrument.

   "Identified as true!"

   As soon as the appraisal sound fell, there was a thunderous applause in the air.

  pop-pop--

   "Miss Dream Sky!"

   "The well-deserved king of medicine!"

   The host was equally excited, almost unsteadily holding the microphone, "Now I'm going to invite Miss Dreams to come on stage!"

  Mengkong walked to the stage step by step under the gaze of everyone.

   The host handed the microphone to Mengkong and asked with a smile, "How did Miss Mengkong make the soothing pill? Did you encounter any difficulties in the process?"

   "There are definitely difficulties, but you can overcome them." Mengkong replied.

   This answer is full marks.

   Overcome any difficulties.

   Hearing this answer, there was another deafening applause from the audience.

   crackling.

   The host continued: "Thank you Miss Meng Kong for your answer, now I will announce"

   right now.

   The door to the entrance was suddenly pushed open.

   "Wait a minute," the person walked on the stage step by step, "I have a few questions to ask Miss Meng Kong."

   Little fairies, good morning duck~

   Let's see the duck tomorrow~

   (end of this chapter)