The emperor of the Shangqing Academy was still sitting cross-legged on the lotus seat, holding a fly whisk with his slender fingers. Opposite him was a picture of a heavenly master riding a tiger. The emperor kept pinching his fingers, imagining how to make the movements match the heavenly figures in the picture.
The teachers are exactly the same.
Liu Yantian knelt beside him and earnestly advised: "Your Majesty, you have to think of a way. Mr. Yan Ge and many officials are in the hands of the rebels."
The emperor was tired of hearing this and waved his hand, "What are you afraid of? Didn't the Grand Tutor say that the Shangqing Courtyard is impregnable and that the rebels can't attack it?" He had long been prepared for this day and had made detailed arrangements for those in the Shangqing Courtyard.
The high platform and the aisles on both sides were used by him to station troops. He was on guard against Zhou Chengling usurping power, but he didn't expect that Feng Guochang would be the one who got into trouble in the end.
But it doesn't matter, it's the same for everyone, he just wants them to see that no matter who comes out to resist his imperial power, the final result will be death.
The emperor stood up and stretched his long sleeves behind him. He walked down the high platform step by step, like an immortal descending from the clouds. He walked to the middle of the hall and closed his eyes and listened quietly. There was no sound outside. Then he opened his eyes and looked at Liu Yantian.
He stretched out his hand to help Liu Yantian up, "Master, you have worked hard these days. When daybreak, the garrison outside Beijing will enter the city and naturally wipe out the rebels." The emperor paused as he spoke, "Mr. Yan Ge must be in danger.
, Grand Tutor, think about how you should really care for the Yan family." He is not afraid of dead people. There are so many officials in the court, and if they die, someone will take their place.
Liu Yantian's eyes turned red, "Mr. Yan Ge..." He choked up and was speechless.
The emperor looked at Huang Ying and said, "Help the Taifu down and have a rest. I have important matters to discuss with the Taifu early tomorrow morning."
Huang Ying immediately bowed forward and helped Liu Yantian up, "Master, the Tian family has said so, please go down and rest!"
Liu Yantian just stood up. He had been kneeling for too long and his body was shaking. After a while, he staggered out of the hall. There were many civil servants waiting outside the hall. When they saw Liu Yantian, they all came forward and said, "What did the emperor say? Is Mr. Yan Ge still able to do this?"
Rescue him?"
Liu Yantian looked sad, "Now everything must focus on the overall situation, and the emperor is also very anxious, but... we can only wait for the army to enter Beijing, and we can only hope that Yan Ge can persist until then."
"I will definitely kill that thief Feng Guochang tomorrow."
"Poor Mr. Yan Ge..."
Liu Yantian couldn't help but swayed a little when he heard these words, and an official immediately came forward to help him, "Taifu, you must not get into trouble at this time."
Liu Yantian staggered and was helped to sit next to him.
"What should I do next?"
Liu Yantian pretended to be calm and said: "We will stay until dawn and wait for the army to enter the capital." They waited in a safe place like the Shangqing Courtyard, but they were just watching the rebels kill people. It would be better if Mr. Yan Ge and those civil servants died, Yan
Elder Ge had always spoken for Zhou Chengling. Although he was not as good as Feng Guochang in the court, he still had a lot of prestige. After Feng Guochang died, Elder Yan Ge could not help but become powerful alone, so he thought of taking this opportunity to use Feng Guochang to kill Elder Yan Ge.
Many civil servants died in the imperial court, so it was inevitable to promote those candidates and then recruit Enke to recruit them. When he handed over a memorial, both the promoted officials and the officials who joined Enke would regard him as their mentor.
Although getting rid of Feng Dang may bring benefits to Zhou Chengling, in the end the biggest winner must be him.
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In Prince Xian's Mansion, Prince Chunjun carefully explained the information he had learned from the Shangqing Courtyard, "With half of the people in the Shangqing Courtyard, we can wipe out the rebels, but the emperor is unwilling to order people to defend the Shangqing Courtyard."
King Xian did not speak under the light. After so many years in the Zhou Dynasty, no emperor in the past would have done what he did today. He thought that after Feng Guochang died, the political situation would be better. But now it seems... King Xian looked towards
King Chunjun, "Maybe the method of forming a mausoleum will work?"
Prince Chunjun said: "The rebel party is at the end of its war effort. As long as we hear that the army has entered the city, it will definitely panic. Let's take advantage of the chaos to capture Feng Guochang and save the officials in the Yamen."
"Are there enough manpower in the clan camp?"
King Chunjun said in a low voice: "That's enough." As usual, there are guards in the clan house, plus the family members, there are quite a few people. "There are still some people left to protect the family members."
"We can't let the emperor know that it was Cheng Ling's method." King Xian thought of this in the flash of lightning.
Prince Chun nodded. The emperor was suspicious, jealous of talents, and would definitely make things difficult for Zhou Chengling. This was tacitly understood by everyone.
"Just say it's the prince's wish." As long as the arrangements are made properly, Zhou Chengling can't be found no matter how much he searches.
He presented the king's head and said, "Without further delay, we will do as Cheng Ling said."
King Chunjun stood up and led the people in the courtyard out with his confidants. In a short time, a storm broke out in the capital. The rebels suddenly thought that the garrison outside the capital had entered the city.
The rebels protected Feng Guochang and fled. No one could care about anyone else as the torches flickered.
Chang Yining pretended to be dead in the snowdrift, and waited until the noise around him subsided before getting up to look at Mr. Yan Ge on the ground.
Mr. Yan Ge was already cold and breathless.
Chang Yining tried to drag Mr. Yan Ge, and finally dragged Mr. Yan Ge to the small yard next to him. He heard someone shouting outside, "Look for Mr. Yan Ge, where is Mr. Yan Ge?"
Chang Yining ran out and shouted, "Mr. Yan Ge, come and save Mr. Yan Ge." Mr. Yan Ge was his last life-saving straw. Only by saving Mr. Yan Ge could he get rid of the suspicion of betraying the party. At this time, he
Only then did he realize how frightened and afraid of death he was.
Mr. Yan was the first to rush to Mr. Yan Ge. His hand touched Mr. Yan Ge's cold face, and his heart suddenly sank, "Father, father... wake up, father... it's me."
Chang Yining took off his clothes and gathered them around Mr. Yan Ge. Only then did Mr. Yan come back to his senses and hurriedly took off his robe, "Mr. Ge was talking to me just now. It's not a good idea to carry Mr. Yan Ge up."
Let’s go see the doctor.”
To see a doctor, where to go to see a doctor.
Mr. Yan suddenly remembered, "Hurry, go to Baohe Hall."
Go to Baohe Hall to find Yang Molan? Chang Yining looked at Mr. Yan's shining eyes, as if as long as he found Yang Molan, Mr. Yan Ge would get better.
Mr. Yan went out to shout, and immediately three or five people found wooden boards and entered the door.
"Master Yan, where are we going? Is it Baohe Hall?"
Mr. Yan nodded. His illness was cured by Miss Yang. When all the doctors were helpless, only Miss Yang stepped forward. At that time, Miss Yang was still engaged to Chang Yining.
He remembered how he felt at that time, knowing that he had given up on the bayberry sores, but Miss Yang allowed her to live. Now only Miss Yang could cure his father, "Quick, go to Baohe Tang."
Baohetang is a life-saving place.
…
Chang Yining had a strange feeling and couldn't explain what it was. He followed Mr. Yan as he ran in the dark, hearing noisy sounds in his ears.
When Yang Molan was still in the Chang family, he never imagined that today would happen.
Unexpectedly, so many people would look for a woman to save their lives at this time.
That person was originally his wife.
The first time Yang Molan left the Chang family was to treat Mr. Yan. At that time, everyone talked a lot, saying that from now on, Yang Molan had lost her reputation and could no longer be a wife and could only be a concubine.
Who would have thought that Yang Molan left the family and opened Baohetang and became the most famous female doctor in the Zhou Dynasty, while Chang Yining did not become a high-ranking official in the Zhou Dynasty, but instead seemed like a lost dog.
What would happen if the Chang family could see this day earlier? They must win over Yang Molan no matter what. She was about to marry him as soon as she entered the Chang family. If someone told him at that time, the most important thing in his life was
You must cherish the people around you. He must find it funny. He has great ambitions, how can he care about the personal relationship between his children.
It turns out that the biggest oversight in his life was not to think too highly of himself, but to lose Yang Molan.
If Yang Molan was his wife, how would he feel when he sent Mr. Yan Ge to Baohetang, and how would they feel as a husband and wife?
Chang Yining thought drowsily, running forward, everything in front of him was pitch black, until he saw the lanterns in Baohe Hall, he felt like it was dawn.
Baohetang is lit with lanterns.
Who dares to pick up a lantern and open the door at this time? She is really not afraid of betraying the party.
How brave must this woman be?
…
Yang Mo heard Jiang Ping's voice, "Mr. Yan Ge was rescued, but he was injured and is being carried over."
Yang Mo had just sutured a patient's wound and was about to wash her hands. Hearing these words, she looked at Mei Xiang, whose face turned pale from exhaustion, "Go and see if there are any cloths and medicines. Bring everything you can use."
"
As soon as Yang Mo took off her blood-stained gloves, Mr. Yan led others to carry Mr. Yan Ge in.
"Miss Yang," seeing Yang Mo, Mr. Yan suddenly felt hope in his heart, and tears started to flow down his face, "please save my father."
Mr. Yan Ge's face turned pale, as if he had no breath. Ding Er lowered his head and glanced down, feeling cold in his heart. This appearance might be difficult to cure. Thinking of this, he immediately pulled Mr. Yan Ge's wrist to check his pulse.
His wrist was as ice-like with no trace of heat, and he couldn't even feel his pulse. Ding Er raised his head and looked at Yang Mo.
Wei Mao was holding the lamp, and Yang Mo was checking with her head lowered.
Everyone around them didn't dare to make a sound, for fear of interrupting Miss Yang's diagnosis. After an unknown period of time, a voice came from outside, "Is Mr. Yan Ge here?"
"Is Yan Ge always in Baohe Hall?"
Chang Yining looked outside and saw the officials who had just been imprisoned by the rebels in the Yamen.
"Miss Yang is seeing a doctor."
The sound of the conversation spread, and everyone looked at each other, Miss Yang, Mr. Yang from Baohe Hall.
"Can it be cured?"
"Yes, can it be cured?"
"Miss Yang has just taken a liking to her, but she doesn't know yet."
Everyone's faces were filled with sadness when they heard this. Yan Ge always refused to surrender to the rebel party. He asked himself, if it were them, they would not be able to persist in that situation.
The civil servants all looked excited, "We must cure Mr. Yan Ge."
"We must cure Mr. Yan Ge."
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Yang Mo held her breath and leaned down to listen carefully, as if she could hear Yan Ge's heartbeat, but she did not feel the pulsation of the arteries in her neck.
"Miss, how are you?" Ding Er couldn't help but ask when Yang Mo raised her head.