Back in the inner room, Ajiu came over to report, "Your Majesty, let the Princess feel at ease. Now Liu Yantian is dead, and the Imperial Hospital is treating the Emperor."
What happened? Zhou Chengling didn't say a word to her before leaving. It was only when she heard what Ding Yuanshi said that she suddenly realized what Zhou Chengling meant by what he said to her last time. He wasn't just talking, he was really going to take action.
, even the envoy of Ding Yuan found out that the emperor wanted her to enter the Shangqing Yuan, how could Zhou Chengling not know, this was something Zhou Chengling would never tolerate.
Ajiu said carefully: "The emperor is questioning Liu Yantian about the case of framing Empress Feng. Liu Yantian wants to force the emperor..."
It turned out that this was the explanation, so Zhou Chengling killed Liu Yantian in full view of the public, and asked the imperial hospital to treat the emperor. The emperor's shortcomings could all be blamed on Liu Yantian.
In the Great Zhou Dynasty, only Zhou Chengling could achieve this step.
She was really happy for Zhou Chengling.
After sending Ajiu away, Yang Mo was in the room reading the pulse reports sent by Wei Mao. This had become her habit. Even if she didn't go to Baohe Hall, she could still know the status of all the critically ill patients. Every day, she would go to the palace at midnight
Judging from the symptoms, the palace was crowded with people today. Yang Mo stared at the pulse table in front of her for a long time without reading a single word.
Yang Mo turned to look at Mei Xiang, "Tell Wei Mao and the others not to come here today. I'll have someone send them over once I've figured out the pulse."
Mei Xiang went down to deliver the message, and Yang Mo called her mother beside her and told her, "Take a few steady people to wait on you. Listen to Tan's mother's instructions, serve tea, and then leave."
After explaining these, Yang Mo took people to the front yard to meet Zhou Chengling. As soon as he left the yard, Yang Mo saw Zhou Chengling striding over.
His upright figure became taller and taller, with a bright smile on his lips, a faint brilliance flowing in his eyes, and the sun shining down from his head was so bright.
Zhou Chengling took Yang Mo's hand and said, "My hand is very warm."
Yang Mo nodded, "I took a few doses of medicine according to the Yang family's secret recipe, and my body is feeling much better."
Zhou Chengling nodded and took Yang Mo to sit down in the inner room. She raised her head and saw the warm smile on his face. She was stunned for a moment. His eyes were so clear and he looked at her intently, "Mo
orchid."
He called her gently.
His smile seemed to light up the whole room.
Zhou Chengling must be very happy now. After such a long time, he finally got what he wanted. From now on, he can personally manage the country. Yang Mo has never seen Zhou Chengling's smile so down-to-earth.
"Molan, you don't have to be afraid from now on. You and I will have descendants and we will stay together until we grow old." Zhou Chengling raised his hand to straighten the bun on Yang Mo's hair and held her in his arms.
Yang Mo leaned into Zhou Chengling's arms. She didn't expect Zhou Chengling to say such a thing.
She thought Zhou Chengling would say that he finally sat in that position, and from then on the empire of the Zhou Dynasty was his.
King Kang's descendants sat on the dragon throne in a dignified manner, no longer needing to worry.
That's right.
This is what Zhou Chengling wanted when he seized the throne.
Why did Zhou Chengling say that they would have a family full of descendants and stay together until they grow old?
Maybe Zhou Chengling was afraid that she would be scared, that she would lose her freedom if he became emperor, and that she would no longer be able to lead a group of disciples to treat illnesses and save people as she is now, and could no longer go to the battlefield because of war. All she could do was stay in the palace.
, looking at the palace servants and chamberlains taking care of the inner palace, maybe Zhou Chengling would take concubines because of the political situation.
Thinking of the word "concubine", Yang Mo suddenly felt sour in her heart. Will she be able to let go of the overall situation when the time comes? Can she stop looking at Zhou Chengling with modern people's ideas, and can she consider the overall situation as a mother?
I'm afraid she still can't.
She was happy for Zhou Chengling but felt that she had lost something. From today on, at least she was no longer the most important. In the entire Zhou Dynasty, the country was the most important.
She all thought so, not to mention Zhou Chengling and all the civil and military officials.
After all, she is not a virtuous and virtuous wife.
Yang Mo thought of this and closed her eyes. Somehow, ever since she became pregnant, she always felt an indescribable sadness flowing in her heart.
Maybe she came here just to see Zhou Chengling sit on the throne. What about her after Zhou Chengling ascends the throne? What will she do? Is she still the Yang Mo she expected? Or the queen that others expected. Although she loves Zhou Chengling so much
, but she can't give up everything in her heart. She can't let go of Baohetang. She wants to treat patients with her own hands. She wants to discuss prescriptions with Mr. Ji and Mr. Bai, develop new medicines, and guide Zhu Shan and Pei Du. She still has many things.
She wanted to do something, but she didn't want to be trapped in the deep palace, looking at the square sky above her head every day.
Perhaps this is the unbridgeable gap between her and Zhou Chengling.
Yang Mo trembled slightly when she thought of this.
"Are you cold?" Zhou Chengling reached out and put his arm around Yang Mo's shoulders.
Yang Mo nodded. She couldn't let go of her medical skills, nor could she let go of Zhou Chengling. What should she do?
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Wei Mao brought the news to Baohe Hall, "Master said that we won't care about the disease today. Master didn't read the pulse case. He only asked how many critically ill patients there were in Baohe Hall."
Zhang Ge, who entered the room with great interest, could not help but feel his shoulders slump when he heard this. The master had not been to Baohe Hall for a long time, so they looked forward to entering the palace for an hour every day. Who knew that they would not even be able to go to the palace today.
Without the master, it was like he had no backbone. No matter what he did, he felt like he couldn't bring himself to do anything. As long as the master was sitting in Baohe Hall, he would feel different in his heart.
"Shouldn't we just ignore symptoms in the future?"
Wei Mao suddenly said something that scared Xiao Quan and Zhang Ge to the point where they almost jumped from the ground. Zhang Ge was impatient and stared at Wei Mao, "What did you say? You won't treat the disease anymore? Where did you hear that?"
Wei Mao was the most frequent in and out of the palace. He heard the news first and then told everyone. Wei Mao muttered to himself with a blank look on his face, like a bowl of hot water poured on the backs of Zhang Ge and others.
Wei Mao didn't know what to say. He didn't know much about the affairs of the court, but he heard that Liu Ge had died of old age, the emperor was ill, and all the dignitaries had gone to the palace, so the master was too busy to care about the medicine shop... just in case in the future
Now that things are like this, what should they do?
Wei Maodao: "I was just talking casually..."
"No," Xiao Quan interrupted Wei Mao, "Master still has so many medical skills that he has not passed on to us, and the Yangle Hall has not yet been built. Pei Du has just started trying to make horse serum. Zhu
Shan Ye has to study with Master every day how to use the alchemy furnace to make medicine, so that we can make new medicines. If Master doesn't ask us to diagnose the disease, what should we do?"
Yes, what should they do? What should Baohetang do?
Wei Mao wanted to refute, but he raised his head but didn't know what to say.
Xiao Quan's heart couldn't help but feel cold. Wei Mao must have heard something, otherwise he wouldn't have said such nonsense.
While everyone was talking, Mr. Bai let Shen Weiyan help him into the room. When he saw Wei Mao and others standing there without saying a word, Mr. Bai said, "What's going on? There are no patients to see?"
Wei Mao shook his head, "No, I was just going to check on the patient."
Mr. Bai nodded, "Go quickly, the front is busy, you can also go and diagnose the disease."
Wei Mao wanted to move, but felt that his legs were as heavy as gold. Xiao Quan and Zhang Ge did not move either.
Mr. Bai frowned, "What's going on?"
"Old sir," Wei Mao couldn't help but say, "you said our master will always teach us medical skills, right? Baohetang didn't say anything, just said "Search for Things and Harmony". Master has been preparing for so long, but it hasn't started yet..."
Wei Mao's eyes were sore when he said it for some reason. Everyone knew how much effort the master put into trying to achieve harmony. Anyone could give up Yang's medical skills, but the master would not give up.
If the master cannot accomplish this, he will feel aggrieved. There is no reason to work hard for so long and achieve nothing. It is not relying on luck, money and status, but relying on his own hard work to get to where he is now. It took a lot of effort for the master to get there. Today.
"You kids," Mr. Bai frowned, "what do you think you are doing? If it weren't for your master, you wouldn't be able to cure diseases? If so, your master would have taught you in vain."
Hearing Mr. Bai's words, Shen Weiyan next to him became excited.
The room suddenly became quiet.
"Brother, Mr. Bai, do you know anything? Tell us quickly. We are really worried."
Mr. Bai said: "Don't let Princess Kang teach you medical skills in vain. Whether Princess Kang is here or not, you should study Yang's medical skills carefully and carry forward Yang's medical skills in the future."
Mr. Bai's face darkened, "If you can't do this, don't call yourself Princess Kang's disciple in the future."
This can't be done at all.
Wei Mao looked at Xiao Quan, it's not that they couldn't do it, they just couldn't let go of their master. In their hearts, master was the one who would accompany them all the way.
I never thought that Master would be different one day.
Yang's medical skills are important, but isn't the master more important? If there is no master, what Yang's medical skills will be, no one will take them to the battlefield, no one will treat patients sleeplessly, and no one will spend their family's money All taken out just to make some medicine.
No one anymore...
If there is no such person, they will go back to prescribing the traditional medicines and become an ordinary doctor.
Wei Mao felt as if his chest was blocked by something, making him unable to breathe.
When they were being treated on the battlefield, the master would have dinner with them, and everyone would eat from the same pot. The wounded soldiers still wouldn't believe that the master was the wife of the clan, so they would look up and giggle.
There is such a person in this world, and when they meet him, shouldn't they laugh?
For them, no one can replace their master, and no one can remove them with just one word.
"Mr. Bai," shopkeeper Jiang opened the curtain and entered, "please go over and take a look. Mr. Ding Er said that the patients in front of you look like cholera, which can be transmitted from person to person."
When he heard about cholera, Mr. Bai's expression suddenly changed, and Wei Mao seemed to be in high spirits. He immediately looked at Xiao Quan and said, "According to Master's previous arrangement, if the disease is found to be transmitted from person to person, the sick patients will be separated immediately."