The banquet is coming to an end, but the excitement has not diminished at all. In the past few days of continuous travel, everyone has accumulated a lot of fatigue and emotions. After finally getting the opportunity to release, most of them are still unfinished.
"Is your master okay?"
"fine."
In the carriage, Wen Wu and the young man sat opposite each other. The latter asked casually, and Wen Wu answered casually. The woman named Moli Moli leaned against the door, the suspicion on her face was obvious, and she glanced at Wen Wu from time to time, her eyes full of vigilance.
Wen Wu didn't care, but felt strange. He stuffed the book next to him under his seat and asked, "Do you know the teacher?"
"Of course, I have known her since childhood." The young man smiled, and then looked a little melancholy, "But since I left Xingdu, I haven't seen her for five or six years."
"Oh..." Wen Wu added some charcoal to the copper stove and boiled water to make tea. After hearing this, he became even more confused, and then asked: "Did the teacher tell you about me?"
"No." The young man smiled again, and then smiled and explained before Wen Wu asked again: "I recognize this carriage."
"carriage?"
"Well, when I was in Xingdu, I worked in the Finance Department and was responsible for managing the workshop. You may not know that this #carriage is called a work cart, and only the workshop produces it." The young man said while patting the carriage board.
He smiled and said: "Working carriages are for public use by the government. The workshop only accepts custom-made carriages by the government. When I was in the workshop, in order to easily distinguish the batches, I would mark each batch of custom-made carriages. Do you have any
Notice the three-grass seal on the carriage beam? That is the mark of the medicine hall, proving that this carriage belongs to the medicine hall."
Wen Wu suddenly realized. He originally thought it was just an ordinary decoration, but unexpectedly it turned out to be the mark of the workshop.
The young man continued: "If I remember correctly, every year Yaotang orders twenty carriages in the workshop. Excluding some of the old ones that are exchanged for new ones, the total number is not much, and only a few people can be allocated."
"I see."
Wen Wu nodded, washed the cup and poured tea. Then he went on to deduce that there are very few people in Nanyuzhou who can be equipped with such a carriage. He also thought of the origin of the carriage, Taiming Mansion Medicine Hall, and there was no one except Qu Hong.
After all, the news that Qu Hong went south may not be popular among the people, but it is not a trivial matter to those who are interested. After a little inquiry, it will be clear. However, inference is inference. No one knows whether the other party has any other information.
For example, Li Kuang's behavior was obviously abnormal. He might have been tricked into something a long time ago. It was entirely possible that the other party was just trying to test things out. So Wen Wu didn't say much, reserved his opinion, and just took it as agreement.
What the other party says.
Looking at his expression, the young man probably knew that there was no need to say more, so he changed the subject and said with a smile: "Your master's recruitment of apprentices has alarmed many people. I have received the news as far away as Linhai."
"Oh……"
Wen Wu didn't comment, handed over the teacup, and asked lightly: "Are you from Linhai Mansion?"
The young man took the tea for a moment. The woman next to him had a cold look in his eyes, and moved his hand to the side, pulling out half of the dagger at her waist. But the young man had quick eyesight and quick hands, and held down her hand.
Wen Wu said calmly: "If I'm not mistaken, the sword of Military Staff Officer Mori is a Jiao Dao invented by the military in the Linhai area specifically to deal with pirates, right?
The young man did not answer, but smiled bitterly, "Is it so obvious?"
Wen Wu was noncommittal, "Because your skin color has been exposed to wind and sun for a long time, it is originally different from the people here in Nanyuzhou. Anyone with a little knowledge should be able to see it, right?"
"Oh."
"Let me ask you boldly, is your surname Xing?"
"Haha, you are worthy of being Sister Hong's disciple." The young man smiled without being surprised. He patted Mo Li's hand to indicate that he would put the knife away, and looked at Wen Wu with eyes full of appreciation.
"Before leaving for the north, the teacher spent the whole night telling me some personnel affairs in Xingdu, especially some important figures. She would mention most of them, and I remembered them." Wen Wu smiled.
"It's not something you just need to remember."
The young man did not hesitate to praise him, and the two smiled tacitly at each other. Obviously, after confirming that they were both smart people, the communication between them became much easier. The young man waved his hand and motioned for Mori to go out first.
, the latter was reluctant, and did not hesitate to leave until the young man signaled for the second time. Before leaving, he gave Wen Wu a warning and vicious look. The young man was dumbfounded and said apologetically: "Don't mind, Jasmine didn't do this before.
It’s just that I’ve been tense recently, so I overreacted a bit.” After that, he picked up the tea cup and said with a sincere smile: “Since we are one of our own, let’s get to know him formally, right? Lord of Linhai Palace, Xingmin.”
"Don't dare!"
Wen Wu raised the glass with both hands, lowered his head slightly, and replied humbly: "A native of Taiming Palace, an apprentice of Wanyao Hall, Wen Wu, I have met the master of the palace." Although he seemed calm and mentally prepared, he
At this moment, I was still secretly surprised. Although the palace lord has an outstanding status, and it is not that Wen Wu has never seen him before, this palace lord is different from the other palace lord. Xingmin is not only the palace lord of Linhai Palace, but also the current emperor of Daxing Dynasty.
Li's eldest son, His Royal Highness the Grand Prince of Daxing Dynasty, the theoretical first heir to the throne!
Xingmin couldn't see his expression, but he was quite satisfied with his reaction. Vukong raised his hand, "Ha, there's no need to do this here. It's better to do what we did just now."
Naturally, Wen Wu would not agree casually, just push it for a few words, and then accept it 'reluctantly'. In fact, both of them were very clear-minded, and it was just a formality. Because Mandarin usually appears in more formal occasions, in private.
They still speak more in vernacular. If they still communicate in formal Mandarin in private, it basically means that the relationship between the two parties is very ordinary.
In order to lighten the atmosphere, Xingmin# took the initiative to find a few topics and chatted about Quhong's current situation and Wenwu's plans. It was a simple exploration. Wenwu had nothing to be ashamed of, so he had one answer
In a word, neither arrogant nor humble. And Xingmin also seemed to have a good impression of him, and soon he called him by his name like "Wenwu, Wenwu".
"So, I won't be able to see your master this time when I return home."
When the conversation reached a point where he was feeling good, Xingmin let out a long sigh and said, "Well, the last time I saw her was in Nagato, Xingdu. It has been almost six years in the blink of an eye. I don't know when we will see her again."
Wen Wu didn't answer and poured tea silently. After a pause, taking advantage of the pause after the other person sighed, he asked calmly, "Excuse me, Your Highness, are you injured?"
Xingmin was startled.
Wen Wu put down the teacup and pointed to his left shoulder, "Although His Highness concealed it very well, I saw that Your Highness's movements were frivolous, his inner arm was weak, and his outer arm was tired of exerting force. His internal and external balance was heavy, and he was heavy in the front and light in the back. It was obviously a symptom of scapula injury.
."
Xingmin opened his mouth, turned his head and looked at his shoulder, then looked at him again, his expression was a bit exciting.
Wen Wu continued: "Injury to the blade is not a trivial matter. If it is not handled properly, it may involve the muscles and bones, which will not be cured for a long time, or it may cause the root cause of the disease, and you will suffer from cold and dampness in the future. Well... Your Highness should have noticed it.
?Although this season is not as good as the spring, the Guangxing Mountains are humid and cold. After winter, the cold wind bites into the bones, which is the most uncomfortable."
Xingmin was speechless, his face changed, he was surprised and suspicious. After waiting for a while, he asked in disbelief: "You can tell this just by observing my movements? How is it possible..."
After hearing it, he disagreed, "You can judge its appearance by looking at its shape and smelling it. It is basic knowledge among medicine men and it is not difficult."
I believe you as a ghost.
Xingmin didn't believe a word in his heart, but seeing Wenwu's honest face, he didn't know what to say. After another half while, he smiled bitterly and said, "No wonder Sister Hong will accept you as her disciple..."
After a pause, he hesitated, but then suddenly shook his head, "Forget it, it's better not to get involved with some things. Just pretend you don't know."
"Understood. In fact, I don't want to cause trouble." Wen Wu nodded, and then his tone changed again, "But as a medicine man, it is his duty to treat diseases and injuries, so there shouldn't be any problems, right?"
"This is okay. Hehe, it was my mistake. I didn't even bring a military doctor with me when I returned to the capital to report on my duties. In the past few days, Jasmine has been helping me treat my wounds..."
Xingmin didn't hesitate, and neatly pulled down one side of his clothes and opened it. Although his tone was relaxed, the action hurt the wound. His face was not good-looking, and a layer of cold sweat oozed from his forehead. The wound was located in the shoulder socket, about the size of a finger.
A hole in the hole was covered with herbs and cotton cloth. Blood, medicine, pus, red, black, and yellow colors were mixed together, which looked shocking.
"Is this an arrow wound?" Wen Wu moved his position and observed calmly.
"Yes, penetrate it from behind." Xingmin paid attention to his every move, his eyes sharp.
"Ordinary bows and arrows do not have this kind of penetrating power, unless they are strong bows or shot at close range. However, wounds at close range should not cause such large wounds."
"That's right." Xingmin nodded.
"Fortunately, it didn't last long. Apart from some residual poison and infection, there are no major problems." Wen Wu's tone was understated, and the horrific wound in his mouth was as if it was just a broken skin.
Xingmin couldn't help but frown, doubtful, "Poison?"
"Well, the root liquid of snake core grass is not toxic in itself, but it will corrode the skin after contact with the wound. If it is not cleaned, the wound will turn into water and will not heal for a long time." Wen Wu turned around and took out the medicine from under the seat.
Box, then explained: "This practice is not only vicious, but also quite secretive. If left unchecked, the consequences will be serious."
"What will happen?"
"It depends on the situation. If you are lucky, you will lose an arm at most. If you are not lucky, if it is not cured for a long time, it will inevitably induce plague, and it will happen again and again, and your life will be in danger."
"What should we do?" Xingmin took a breath of air.
"The easiest way is to clean the wound with urine."
"Ah?" Xingmin was stunned.
"But that can only be used for emergencies. It's too late now." Wen Wu took out a transparent medicine bottle, changed the topic and asked, "Are you afraid of pain?"
"How much does it hurt?"
"It hurts very much."
"Afraid." Xingmin nodded.
"Okay." Wen Wu raised his eyebrows, put down the bottle, and took out a set of silver needles, "I can help you temporarily seal the surrounding acupuncture points, but it may be more painful later, how about that?"
"Can."
"That's offending, please relax." Wen Wu said and took action. As soon as he finished speaking, he took up the needle and inserted the silver needle, half the length of a chopstick, into Xingmin's shoulder blade point.
Xingmin only felt something stung his arm, and then he almost felt nothing. Of course, it might have been masked by the pain of the wound. But something more magical happened one after another. He stared at Wenwu's movements and looked at
He seemed unhappy, but he inserted the silver needles into his shoulders one by one smoothly, and he felt the pain in his shoulders gradually disappear. The wariness in his heart slowly disappeared, Xingmin's mood relaxed slightly, and he became more and more surprised, a little uncomfortable.
Can you believe it, "Are you really only sixteen?"
"If my mother didn't lie to me, yes."
As Wen Wu answered, he stopped and put away the silver needle. In a few words, he had already inserted more than a dozen needles around Xingmin's shoulder, then picked up the medicine bottle just now and poured the medicine into the wound bit by bit.
As the liquid was irrigated, the wound made a subtle hissing sound, a large amount of pus and blood, and residual medicine flowed out, emitting an unpleasant fishy odor.
Xingmin watched, feeling secretly frightened.
Wen Wu was not stingy and drank the entire bottle of liquid. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw blood and normal skin and flesh, "Just enough, otherwise it would be a bit troublesome."
"How about it?"
"It's not a big problem. I'm going to re-apply the medicine for you now. If there are no accidents, you should be able to heal in three days or five days. However, I don't have much medicine with me. I will give you a prescription later. You can
Let someone catch a little, and then just change it every morning and evening." While talking, Wen Wu quickly cleaned the wound.
"That's easy to say." Xingmin had completely let down his guard, and his favorable impression of Wen Wu had increased a lot, and he continued chatting in a good mood, "You are more skilled in this skill than many medicine men I have seen. Where did you learn it?
"
"The teacher taught me."
"Sister Hong?" Xingmin was stunned.
"Um."
"Don't be kidding, how long have you been a disciple? I'm asking about before you became a disciple."
"In the school." Wen Wu stitched up the wound.
"Oh, no wonder, I wonder which medicine school it is from?"
"No, it's just a school."
"School? Does the school offer pharmacy? This is the first time I've heard of it." Xingmin nodded.
"No."
"Ah? Then you..." Xingmin was stunned for a moment, then his eyes widened and he looked at Wen Wu: "Do you, you mean, you have never studied medicine before Sister Hong?"