There is no heavy snow in the north in Jinling City, but the weather is also very cold. The cold wind mixed with moisture always wants to follow all gaps and penetrate people.

In the backyard of the Hou Mansion, two little maids were making fire in the woodshed room. While squatting in front of the stove and adding firewood with familiarity, his mouth kept talking.

"Sister Miao'er, you are the maid in the wife's room, why do you do these dirty things?"

"Yes, yes, you give me a command and we'll make it for you."

Miao'er's face turned red and she spat, "You two talk a lot. This is the soup-making technique that is not rumored in our Jingguo Duke's Mansion. How can you learn it secretly?"

The little girl who was burning the fire licked her lips and said with a saliva: "Although it is a unique secret recipe in the Duke of Jingguo's mansion, it is also for people to drink it. I'll give it a try."

"Go away, how can you drink this soup? Look at the fire well, and simmer it down on low heat." Miao'er scolded her with her pretty face and pinched her waist.

A small red mud stove with a black pot on it, the boiling soup was boiling and the meat was fragrant. Inside it was tiger whip, deer whip, bull whip, sheep whip, and dog whip were chopped, plus Ganoderma lucidum, Korean ginseng, cooked rehmannia, raw ephedra, squid, Cistanche, Cistanche, pepper, ginger...

Since Lee Haoxian made a story about the beauty show, Hou Xuanyan has realized the importance of having a child. This era is too dangerous. There are many cases of sudden death if one is not done well. If he dies suddenly like Chai Rong, the orphans and widows who are left behind will not be bullied. Therefore, cultivating the next generation is to get up early and not late, and it must be put on the agenda as soon as possible.

It's strange that Hou Xuanyan has had sex with his wives and concubines a lot, but he has never been pregnant. Since returning to Beijing, Hou Xuanyan has gone to Bian Sai's room and has not even used almond cream to search for the secrets. He has focused on nurturing the next generation, but there is no movement.

In the spirit of not being hiding illness and avoiding medical treatment, Hou Xuanyan once went to Jinling Medical Center and asked around.

The affairs of Duke Yue were quite amazing. The famous doctors in the Jinling Medical Center immediately launched a secret diagnosis. Later, it was unanimous to conclude that Duke Yue had a weak body and needed to take supplements.

Hou Xuanyan thought for a while and there was a certain reason. After all, he was soaked in water when he first came. It was possible that all parts of his body were exhausted. Later, despite years of fighting and being much stronger, his internal deficiency still needed some replenishment.

So in the backyard of Hou Mansion, there was a project where the eldest maid went to make soup in person every day. After this time, Hou Xuanyan became very interested in the medical museum.

This yamen, which was set up with a sudden idea during the march, has become an indispensable military medical training site among the major armies. Although Hou Xuanyan personally went to the Jinling Medical Center, although he was a mass-produced training fellow soldiers, some talented students were picked out by the old gentlemen and carefully trained. When many famous doctors were training a student together, Chinese medicine doctors from various schools of thought collided and communicated unknowingly.

In ancient China, it was important to cherish the skills of oneself. It was easily unwilling to teach others the common sayings such as teaching apprentices to starve their masters to death, which shows the mentality of ordinary people. Just as party struggles are the most important factor in the destruction of the country, the view of the door is the biggest obstacle to the progress of traditional Chinese medicine.

The progress of any discipline requires communication and discussion. The Medical Museum gives them such an opportunity. Whenever a doctor in the world enters a medical museum, it is like a family and a school. This sense of identity certified by the imperial court, coupled with various irresistible policies, has made a leap that traditional Chinese medicine has never made before. No matter who it is, as long as it makes contributions to the medical school, it will be engraved into an inscription and stand forever at the door of the Medical Museum. Every new student entering the museum must walk on that road and understand the efforts and achievements of his predecessors.

Seeing more and more school children entering the medical museum and learning medical theory and pharmacology, Hou Xuanyan was sincerely happy.

It’s better than shaking your head and memorizing the Four Books and Five Classics. The era when you can become an official by doing some eight-legged essays is about to go away with Hou Xuanyan’s rise. This process is still a bit tortuous, but Hou Xuanyan believes that when a dynasty is almost destroyed and seeking a new life, it should be the time for the least resistance. The Medical Museum is just the beginning, and there will be more similar knowledge museums in the future that are practical and practical in the future.

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Hou Xuanyan held Gu Ling'er in his arms, and sat in a slump in two big masters, one big and one small, while the others were busy assembling meals.

Soon, under the arrangement of several maids, the table was filled with food. Huang Ying'er sat beside him with a smile, wishing she would become a teenager and be held in her arms by Hou Xuanyan for dinner.

A plate of fried crumb fish was brought up, and Gu Ling'er reached out to grab it. He gently knocked it back, retracted her oily claws, and stuck out her tongue to make faces. She married as a wife at a young age, and Hou Xuanyan had been fighting abroad for a long time, so she didn't care about taking care of her. People who saw her on weekdays were maids and were not qualified to discipline her, which led to her completely releasing her nature in the Hou family. After this long time, Gu Ling'er did not have the slightest style of a daughter in this era. Huang Ying'er saw that, birds of a feather flocked to her and liked this little sister very much.

Hou Xuanyan felt a great responsibility, so he reached out to grab a small yellow croaker with his chopsticks, and said earnestly while eating: "Ling'er, you have to learn to be a lady, you can't learn from me, do you know?" Xiaoxiao standing beside him smiled and the two soft flesh on her plump and white chest were surging up and down.

Ji'er, who was standing next to him, smiled while carrying fish for Gu Ling'er, "Master, this is called "upward action". When the lady was in the Gu family, she was a lady."

Hou Xuan was happy. No matter how she continued to eat fish, his food in the military camp was ugly compared to this. At that time, he had to eat a bite of hot rice and fill his stomach and had to hold a knife to fight. Who would have to care about chewing slowly? The table etiquette was that, eating one more bite might be the last bite.

At this time, Miao'er pushed the door and walked in with a porcelain jar. Huang Ying'er's eyes lit up, and she stood up first and took a small bowl to serve Hou Xuanyan.

Huang Ying'er smiled sweetly with her eyes, and brought it to Hou Xuanyan and said, "Husband, drink soup."

Hou Xuanyan drank it all, but saw Huang Ying'er still bent down and raised her buttocks, staring at him as if she couldn't move her eyes away. Hou Xuanyan looked at her pretty and charming appearance, and she had been given a lot of nourishment these days, and suddenly her heart was filled with heat and blood, and the vajra was about to stand up with a loud sound. What's so bad is that there was a little ancestor sitting on his legs, so Hou Xuanyan had to reach out and lift her with her butt up so that she would not be injured by accident.

Gu Ling'er saw him catching fish and eating it with her own eyes. Her hands were covered with oil. She immediately said, "You wipe your hands again!"

Several people in the room looked at him immediately, and a burst of laughter broke out after a moment. Hou Xuanyan was secretly annoyed in his heart and said softly: "Ling'er is full, go back and rest quickly."

Gu Ling'er had just eaten a few bites, but how could she give up? Hou Xuanyan had to do it. No one could let a foodie leave the table willingly.

Dragging Gu Ling'er to the seat next to him, Hou Xuanyan stood up, bent forward slightly, and coughed lightly while covering up his embarrassment: "I'm done, you guys continue eating, I'll go to the study."

Huang Ying'er immediately said, "Husband, wait for me, I'll finish eating too."

Gu Ling'er bit a piece of meat in her mouth, tilted her head and said, "It's so fast." Her two maids, Xiaoxiao and Ji'er, immediately showed the expression of being the wrong lady, and she was indescribable aggrieved.

In the winding corridor of the Hou Mansion, there is a candlestick a few steps away. The courtyard reflected by the chilly spring in the early spring cold is a little cold. However, the four people in the corridor are all hot.

Huang Ying'er followed Hou Xuanyan with two maids, with her face red. Her husband was about to have a child, so she was naturally responsible for her as a wife. She asked for excessive demands these days, and although she was not pregnant, the two of them still enjoyed it. Especially after tasting the ecstasy taste, Huang Ying'er became more obsessed with the taste.

Hou Xuanyan walked halfway and suddenly turned around in the corridor and swallowed. The three girls lowered their heads together, both ashamed and happy. Hou Xuanyan reached out and hugged Miao'er and Shuang'er in their arms, pressed the two round shoulders, and exerted a little force. The two maids with abnormal force were like weak grass in the wind, and they squatted down softly as soon as they pressed them. Squatted side by side in the corridor, and the wind blew over them. The two were afraid that Hou Xuanyan would be cold and did not dare to completely untie his belt, so they had to pull and lift it. The sound of chirping came, and Hou Xuanyan couldn't help but groan.

Hou Xuanyan patted the cheeks of the two. Miao'er and Shuang'er stood up and raised Huang Ying'er's legs with red faces. Hou Xuanyan reached out and teared them out, tearing them apart a slit. Huang Ying'er closed her eyes slightly, her eyes as charming as silk. Her hands wrapped around the necks of the two maids, like a small boat in the wind and rain. In the night view of this corridor, the orioles were screaming crisply.

Several times I sat under the flowers and played the flute, and the silver and red walls came into the distance. It looked like these stars were not last night, so who was standing in the middle of the night with the wind and dew?
Chapter completed!