East of Chang'an City, on the bank of Bahe River.
Friends came to see Li Ang off.
This morning's newspapers had published articles about water poisoning in Jiangnan Province, and everyone's expressions were a little heavy.
The imperial court of Yu State had neither the ability nor the reason to block the news of water poisoning in Suzhou.
The traffic between private cars and horses is so frequent that even if newspapers don't publish it, the news of changes in Suzhou will spread with business travelers and pedestrians.
There will still be unscrupulous businessmen hoarding food in an attempt to enrich the country - huge profits will always make people stupid.
In this case, it is better to openly admit it in newspapers and periodicals, disclose the truth about water poisoning, and warn various businesses to be careful.
The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the rapid river, reflecting the sparkling light, and the slightly cold evening breeze blows over, causing passersby by the Bashui River to tighten their clothes subconsciously.
There was a lot of traffic at the riverside port, and Lifu was loading boxes of goods onto the ship - which were full of medicinal materials.
The medical team from the Imperial Medical Office, including Qiu Zhen and Qiu Feng, as well as the court personnel who assisted them in assisting Suzhou, will also take a fleet to Jiangnan Road.
There are so many things to prepare, and their departure time is actually tomorrow and the day after tomorrow.
Because Li Ang had to hurry up and get there, he set off now and went to Suzhou first to understand the local situation.
"Cough,"
Perhaps he felt that the scene was too depressing and embarrassing. When no one spoke, Li Wei cleared his throat, looked at the surging water, and muttered: "The wind is rustling and the water is cold..."
"Stop, stop, stop."
Yang Yu hurriedly interrupted and said awkwardly: "If you don't know how to recite poetry, don't recite it. This one is unlucky. Change it to another one."
Ba River is located to the east of Chang'an, and the Ba Bridge built on it is the only place that people traveling east from Chang'an must pass. Whenever the literati of the Yu State saw off their friends at Ba Bridge, they would recite poems to show their farewell.
But the wind is rustling and the second half of Yi Shuihan's sentence...
"Oh."
Li Wei also reacted, and hurriedly fanned his mouth with his palm. After racking his brains and thinking for a while, he hesitated and said: "Send you to Baling Pavilion, where is the Ba Ling Pavilion?"
This song is not very auspicious either.
Li Ang, who had a full understanding of Li Wei's literary qualities, smiled helplessly and said: "It's just a business trip, which can take as short as two or three months, or as long as four or five months. If you are lucky, you might be able to make it before the end of the academic exchange.
Come back."
"Then you have to come back early."
Ji Linglang smiled and said: "If you are not in the academy, those people in Taihao Mountain who have ceased their activities will probably start jumping up again."
"Ha."
Thinking of the ugly expression on Bian Chenpei's face at that time, Li Ang couldn't help laughing.
Ever since they suffered a setback regarding the human-powered aircraft, the young students in Taihao Mountain have become much more honest, and their arrogant attitude with their noses in the air has also restrained a lot.
"Right,"
Ji Linglang thought of something, picked up the package in her hand, opened it and took out a white coat, "It's winter now, and I think the similar clothes you wore before are a bit thin. Can you try it on?" p>
"Ah, thank you very much."
Li Ang took the white coat and put it on directly. It was indeed warmer than the previous style. Especially on the inside of the clothes, there were several pockets sewn on, which was very consistent with Li Ang's usual habits——
He always carries charcoal pens, talismans, flying coins and other things with him.
“It fits perfectly.”
Li Ang noticed the slightly obvious dark circles on Ji Linglang's face and asked curiously: "The stitching is quite nice, did you knit it yourself?"
"Well...with my mother's help, I can't sew such beautiful stitches."
Ji Linglang waved her hands awkwardly first, and then said seriously: "Anyway, it's a nice trip."
Their hometown, Zhenzhou, is not far from Suzhou. The two places are connected by water systems, and most people make a living through fishing, agriculture, shipping, etc.
Therefore, we are particularly aware of the horrors of parasitic diseases.
I also feel more empathy for the people in Suzhou’s water poisoning epidemic area.
"Yeah."
Li Ang nodded.
Wow——
He Fanshuang threw a brocade bag over and said calmly: "Here."
Li Ang took it in surprise. The kit was bulging but light in weight. It seemed like there was a stack of paper inside, "Huh? What is this..."
"The talisman I wrote."
He Fanshuang said calmly: "Every time there is a natural or man-made disaster, there will always be demon sects or evil followers who come out to cause trouble.
Although you are in Suzhou, you are protected by people from the Zhenfu Division, so you will not be in danger.
However, it is better to use your own spiritual power sparingly, just in case.
Inside the kit are some basic talismans used in daily life."
"Thank you."
Li Ang nodded touched and amused. He didn't expect that He Fanshuang knew him so well and knew that he had long been accustomed to a life of using telekinesis and talismans to solve all problems.
If he goes to Suzhou this time and uses his telekinesis to treat patients, he won't have the spiritual power to use it to boil water, wash dishes, brush teeth, or fold quilts. In addition, he doesn't like being served by others, so he will definitely not adapt. Li Ang opened the kit and took a look. Sure enough, it contained dozens of talismans.
Li Ang raised his eyebrows in surprise. The cold talisman and so on were the talismans of the Listening to Rain Realm.
He looked at He Fanshuang, who raised his chin slightly, indicating that he had indeed broken through to the listening to rain realm.
...Well, I can only say that he is indeed a genius.
Yang Yu and Yong Hongzhong gave a stack of auspicious flying coins as a practical gift.
Yan Zhou, the grandson of Yan Yundang's family, gave him an extremely sharp knife. It is said that Yan Yundang confiscated it from the Turks in his early years. It is very sharp when it stabs people in the stomach.
Shaoyuan of the Song Dynasty sent a mellow and vigorous poem,
Li Wei sent a big hug,
Qiu Feng...Qiu Feng didn't send anything. After all, they would meet in Suzhou in a few days——
Logically speaking, Qiu Feng, as a junior academy disciple, does not need to take risks. However, she insists on participating in the rescue operation as a physician at the Imperial Medical Office.
Finally, it’s Li Leling.
She took a deep breath, stepped forward, helped Li Ang straighten his collar that was blown by the wind, and said seriously: "Come back safely."
"I will."
Li Ang nodded seriously towards Li Leling, and finally gently pinched Chai Chai's cheek, which felt good to the touch, waved his hand freely, turned around, and walked forward.
Under the bare willow tree, there were two swords on each side of the waist, which were enshrined in the imperial palace named Shen Tuyu. He yawned and stood up from the stone, lazily saying: "Are you all ready?"
"Yeah."
"Then take up the sword."
Shen Tuyu flicked his fingers, and the scabbard in his hand screamed. The long sword jumped out lightly, circled in the air, and lay meekly on the ground, floating two inches.
Wait for Li Ang to mount the sword,
Shen Tuyu flicked the scabbard on his waist again, summoned the second flying sword, and stepped on it himself.
The next moment, the two of them turned into sword light and shot towards the sky.