The fire burned all night, and some stones were burned red. In the light of the fire, Yun Ye and Sun Simiao drank from a distance. General Baiyan was also called over by Yun Ye for a drink.
"Marquis Yun, our affairs are about to end now?" General Baiyan was bored with the calmness of these days. There was no fighting, no conspiracy, why would His Majesty transfer himself back from the border army?
Things are far more complicated than this.
"Your surname is General."
"The last name of the last general is Yuan Qi, and the courtesy name is Zhongdao. Why did the Marquis just ask about the last name of the last general today?"
"I didn't ask before because I felt less burdened by the killing. The feeling of killing a stranger is two different concepts from killing an acquaintance. Now since I don't have to kill you, of course I have to ask for your name."
"If something goes wrong, will you really kill the general?"
"Of course I will kill you. If the failure is your fault, your Majesty will kill the nine tribes. No kidding."
Yuan Qi's face turned pale. He could tell from Yun Ye's tone that he was not joking. For a while, cold sweat ran down his back. He remembered the emperor's heavy words before leaving. There must be no mistakes in this trip.
Otherwise, come and see me.
What on earth were they doing? Why did Sun Simiao need to come out of the cave naked, why did he need to use fire to destroy all traces, and why did the beautiful sound of the piano float out of the ventilation window? He was very sure that there was no guqin in the cave, and Sun Simiao and the others did not bring it with them.
Go in, what are you protecting? Why did Marquis Yun draw a picture of a turtle for His Majesty?
After a death row prisoner goes to prison, he becomes a good citizen when he comes out. Is there such a strange thing in this world? Is there such a good thing? If so, who will be afraid of the criminal law in the future?
"Don't think too much. The less you know about this matter, the better. Just treat it as a dream and forget about it!" Yun Ye's faint voice came, and Yuan Qi was startled. This is indeed something that shouldn't be done.
You know it yourself, and you will only have trouble if you know it.
It was already midnight when the sergeant who delivered the message came out of the Qinling Mountains. The specially arranged post station at the foot of the mountain was brightly lit. The post officer on duty saw the embarrassed sergeant coming out of the mountain without saying a word, so he took out five horses.
, while the post soldiers were getting on the saddle, they brought out a large basin of glutinous rice, gave each of the five sergeants a wooden spoon, and kept away from each other. When the post station was first established, the superior officer issued a silence order. As a human spirit,
It's better not to speak.
After finishing the pot of fermented glutinous rice, the five of them didn't stop for a moment, mounted their horses, put themselves on the flag of the red-feathered envoy, and galloped away from Chang'an with a loud shout.
At the fourth watch of the day, we arrived in Chang'an. The gatekeeper at the Zhuque Gate heard the ringing of a bell, which belonged to the red-feathered messenger. He did not dare to neglect, so he came out of the small door and stood in front of the door to check the documents.
There was no paperwork, so a waist card flew over in the dark. I caught it and quickly opened the side door. No one dared to stop Baiqisi's urgent waist card of 100,000 yuan.
Today is the court meeting. There are already officials waiting in front of the palace gate to go to court. Fang Xuanling and Du Ruhui are among them. They don't like to sit in the house next to them and wait, so they stand outside and chat.
When talking about whether the different inks would affect the beauty of the writing, Du Ruhui, who had alert ears, suddenly looked back at the end of the long street.
Five fast horses jumped out of the darkness, and the bureaucrats who were walking leisurely on the street ducked out of the way. Li Tai stuck his head out of the carriage, looked at the messenger, and laughed. The puzzled officials turned to him.
Casting a questioning look, he quickly covered his mouth and pretended to be nonchalant, but the smile in his eyes could not be concealed.
Fang Xuanling came to Li Tai's carriage, opened the curtain and sat in. Datang had no secrets from the Prime Minister, so when the excited Fang Xuanling got out of the carriage and missed a step, Du Ruhui hurriedly stopped him and asked hurriedly.
: "Brother Xuanling, what is it that makes you so happy?"
"Keming, you will know soon. Brother Wei just asked King Wei that he is already Meng Lang. In short, it is a great thing. You and I should be prepared for the etiquette. The bell of the Temple of Prayer to Heaven will ring soon. One hundred
Zero eight rings.”
Du Ruhui grinned from ear to ear in surprise. The army destroyed a powerful country, defeated a stubborn enemy, and captured the chieftain before ringing the bell ninety-nine and eighty-one times. He killed Gaochang without even ringing the bell. Who on earth made an unparalleled achievement? Such a feat,
The emperor needs to bow down to express his thanks, the queen needs to hold a glass of wine in person, the prince needs to kneel down, and all the officials need to be lined up on both sides in court uniforms. It can be said to be the greatest honor in the world. All the guests bow their heads, and only one person shines. As for Qing Shiliu
It is a common practice to leave paintings and traces in the Hall of Prayer for Heaven.
Before he could recover from his shock, the bell of the Hall of Prayer for Heaven in the northeast corner of the palace rang. Li Tai, Fang Xuanling, and Du Ruhui were prepared, standing solemnly facing the northeast with their crowns and sleeves fluttered, while other officials were in a hurry.
Those who rode horses jumped off their horses, those who rode in chariots climbed down from their cars, and those who liked to show off their gait rolled off their gait. They all faced the northeast and stood in awe, thinking that the army had won again. This is not surprising.
There are always battle reports coming in recently. I thought there would be nine rings, eighteen rings, or at most twenty-seven rings, but who knew it would be a full one hundred and eight times. This is scary. What kind of bastard is like this?
Lucky? The officials waited for the bell to ring and started asking around.
The market in Chang'an thought it was open, but as soon as the door was opened, he was slapped on the head by an experienced old man. How could a guy who couldn't even hear the Xianshi clock have the nerve to say that he was from Chang'an?
The court meeting has not come, all the officials from the Ministry of Rites have entered the palace, all the bigwigs from the three provinces have entered the palace, the prince has entered the palace, this was summoned by the emperor, and also summoned by the queen, the ladies of the fourth rank and above have entered the palace, and all ladies of the country have entered the palace.
, the princess entered the palace, and in short, a grand banquet was being prepared in the palace with great joy. Lanterns were decorated everywhere, and the purchasing maids and eunuchs were ordered like donkeys, shuttling between the market and the palace.
The officials finally felt relieved. It turned out that the king... the master was Sun Shenxian. Everyone immediately felt at ease. How can a master be called a master if he doesn't make some unparalleled achievements? Sun Shenxian has been working hard for decades to get rid of himself.
When a medicine man experimented, he finally found a medicine to suppress acne. Is it easy? He gave himself the medicine, and then lived alone in a cave for a month wearing the clothes worn by an ulcer patient. Finally, he came out alive without getting sick.
!There are many people in the Tang Dynasty who are not afraid of death, but the only one who dares to wear the clothes of a scab patient is Taoist Master Sun. The hairs on the rest of the people stand on end just thinking about it.
This must be rewarded well, no credit is too much for An, and everyone is living a life of delicacies. Suddenly, one of the family members gets ulcers, and the whole family is ruined. The damn disease does not distinguish between men and women, old or young, no matter how rich or noble you are.
People who are poor are just as likely to get sick.
You won't get sick just because your family eats a lot of meat. It's impossible to prevent it. Maybe it will happen to you one day. Shouzhou gets sick, and the whole city is unlucky. A lot of people die, and some are alive and ghosts.
Almost all of the Shouzhou governor's family died, except for one daughter, who became a prostitute. It is said that she jumped into a well three times and did not die.
Now I'm fine. I just need to ask for the medicine from Taoist Master Sun, dig a small hole in my arm, bury the medicine in, and I'll have a low fever for at most two days, and then I won't be afraid of acne for the rest of my life. I heard that even if I sleep in the same bed with an ulcer patient, I won't be affected.
Question, what is the value of this low fever?
The officials of the Ministry of Rites were making a memorial table for worshiping heaven, and specially invited the great scholar Yan Zhitui to write it. The old man had not written for many years. When he heard about this, he was very happy, and he must write the table in person. He also said that he would go to thank Sun Simiao in person when the time came.
Ask yourself if you need to have a fever for two days.
The standards of the rituals are astonishingly high. There are many wing screens for sitting and banqueting. Li Tai only built two small wing screens when he went out. This time, he gave Lao Sun six wing screens. The general guided the way, the prime minister supported the banquet, and the Ministry of Etiquette Tian
The officials sang the ceremony, and the emperor and empress greeted him respectfully at Zhuque Street, saying "hard work".
The happiest person was not Sun Simiao, who was hiding in the Qinling Mountains and wiping his body with alcohol every day to eliminate residual poison. The happiest person was the large group of Taoist priests in Xuandu Temple. They were crazy with joy. Yuan Tiangang told Sanqing all the time with his little tongue shaking.
How did the mortal disciples keep the incense of the Taoist sect?
Cheng Xuanying let out a long breath with his mouth open, and went to the East China Sea again with his pine-patterned ancient sword on his back and straw sandals. With Sun Simiao in front of him, he could not lose face no matter what.
"Old Taoist, I heard that the city of Chang'an is very lively, and everyone is stretching their necks to see the gods. It's not a problem for you to hide in the mountains all the time. You wipe your body with alcohol every day. It's freezing to death. No good person can wipe that thing."
Yun Ye took out a turtle's skirt from the basin, put it on his own plate, scooped out two large spoons of soup, took a nice sip of the turtle soup, and babbled to Sun Simiao opposite.
"Boy, this should be your credit. It's really shameful for me to take it."
"Forget it, you can only bear this etiquette. If I accept this etiquette, I will be torn into pieces by those people later. For the sake of my life, you should accept it. I will sneak away, kid.
Okay, you still have a lot of troubles, and you need this credit to calm them down. Besides, it’s the same whether you take it or I take it. The benefits are mine, so why should I ask for trouble? In the future, the promotion of cowpox will need you.
name, "
Sun Simiao smiled. He really didn't need to be polite to Yun Ye. His reputation was already a burden to him. If it weren't for the Taoist sect's need, he wouldn't take the credit anyway. For him, the best thing to do is to promote cowpox as soon as possible.
Coming is the big deal.
The sun was rising high, and Yun Ye just woke up. He didn't understand why he slept for so long on such a good day. The noise of Yuan Qi and others preparing to pack didn't wake him up. Sun Simiao on the bed opposite had disappeared.
, there were two letters on the table. After reading the one addressed to him, Yun Ye wanted to cry. The damn old Taoist took all the medicine people to the Qinling Mountains to collect medicine. He said that it would not come out until half a year later. He was worried about the remaining poison.
If it is not clear, it will harm the world.
Habitually squatting down with his head in his hands, he was so worried that Li Er and his officials were waiting on Zhuque Street. He had lost sight of others. What should he do? (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature, novels are better.