Seeing his expression, Erhei was actually a little scared and whispered: "Sir, sir..."
"Haha." Wang Xian smiled and returned to his lazy demeanor and said: "It seems that the rumors are true. Shanxi's officialdom is already a nest of snakes and rats. Even if it is not raising the self-respect of bandits, it is raising tigers and causing trouble." He touched it.
He raised his furry chin and smiled and said: "But if they really have a clean butt, we can only stare at them. It's so good now, we can catch a few rabbits by blindly closing our eyes."
"Actually, if you hand over this thing, your Excellency, it will be enough for them to drink a pot." Erhei is actually very courageous, but now, they are in the hinterland of Shanxi, with only a thousand soldiers and horses, and they are still guarding the military camp in Taiyuan.
They were stationed there and were watched closely by the five thousand soldiers and horses. If they wanted to thoroughly investigate the case, it would be tantamount to being an enemy of the civil and military forces of Shanxi. In addition, the Jin prince, who was eyeing him eagerly, would really piss off the other party. They were willing to walk out.
Don’t go to Shanxi.
"It's far from enough. These speculations from the accounts are not enough to change anything." Wang Xian shook his head and said: "We need more direct personal and material evidence." After a pause, he smiled at Erhei and said:
"Don't worry, my ability to escape is unparalleled in the world. I can't kill you."
"That's not what I meant..." Erhei smiled and asked, "What are you going to do, sir?"
"I'm going to..." Wang Xianzheng said, Zhou Xin reported: "Prefect He is here."
"I'm going to get sick." After Wang Xian finished speaking, he looked in the mirror and felt sorry for himself: "Look at the thin cheeks, the messy stubble, and the melancholy eyes, pretending to be sick without any makeup."
"Why are you sick, sir?" Erhei asked puzzledly.
"Didn't you tell him that I was sick?" Wang Xian rolled his eyes at him and said: "No, in order to make the effect more realistic, it needs to be strengthened. Get Wu Wei's medicine box quickly." Then he said to Zhou Yong: "You and Magistrate He
He said, "I'm disheveled, please wait a moment."
The two of them hurried out. After a while, Erhei came over with Wu Wei's medicine box. Wang Xian opened it and rummaged through it, found a bottle with the word "Fever Pill," and poured out a large black pill.
Depressedly: "Can't it be made smaller?"
"I'll crush it for you, sir." Erhei said hurriedly.
"Forget it," Wang Xian gritted his teeth, stuffed the big pill into his throat, and drank it with tea. He choked and rolled his eyes. He patted his chest vigorously, stood up and said, "Let's go meet the guests."
Halfway along the verandah, the effect of the medicine came into play. Wang Xian felt his steps wandering, his eyes blurred, and he almost tripped over the threshold. Erhei quickly supported him and said, "Sir, is this medicine okay?"
"Probably...no." Wang Xian was also a little unsure. Grandma, if I take drugs when I'm not sick, I'm asking for trouble.
When Magistrate He saw Wang Xian, he was immediately startled. He was sweating profusely, his face was as white as a sheet of paper, and his expression was weak. He definitely did not look like he was faking it.
"Oh, Shangchai is so sick," Magistrate He hurriedly stepped forward to support him and said, "Why are you getting up? Go back and lie down."
"Don't be rude." Wang Xian forced a smile and said breathlessly: "Sir, please take a seat."
"Why are you still sitting there?" Magistrate He said to Erhei who was holding his right arm: "Hurry up and help your master go in and lie down. Don't let him move around anymore." After saying this, he asked the provincial medical officer to hurry up.
Come over, Yi Yi and Er Hei helped Wang Xian back to the hall, and after tucking him in, Magistrate He said to Wang Xian with a serious face: "Don't think that you can ruin your body casually because you are young. You came to Shanxi from Jiangnan.
I'm not accustomed to the climate, and coupled with the fatigue, it's strange that I don't get sick."
After he finished speaking, Wang Xian said softly: "Today is the day for interviews with relevant officials..."
"What are we talking about?" Magistrate He said angrily: "You didn't even listen to what I said about my feelings? Listen to me, put everything down first, rest in peace and recuperate, and wait until you are healed before talking about anything else."
"The emperor's orders are with me..." Wang Xian shook his head and said.
"Brother Zhongde, I want to tell you privately that the errands belong to the emperor and the body belongs to you. If you mess with it, everything will be in vain," Magistrate He advised earnestly.
"Alas..." Wang Xian closed his eyes helplessly and finally stopped insisting.
As expected, Magistrate He didn't ask anything and asked him to have a good rest before leaving the inner room. But he didn't leave. He waited until the provincial medical officer came and took Wang Xian's pulse before he hurriedly asked: "Your Majesty, the Imperial Envoy?"
What disease do you have?"
The white-haired old medical officer pondered for a long time and said: "Your Majesty the Imperial Envoy's floating pulse is caused by Yang superficial disease, late wind, heat, tightness and cold..."
"Are you showing off your abilities, or are you reporting the condition of the imperial envoy?" Although medical officers are also officials, in the eyes of the fourth-grade magistrate, this kind of miscellaneous job is no different from a servant. Magistrate He sternly scolded: "Speak quickly, he is now
What happened?"
The medical officer was so frightened that he had no choice but to speak humanly and said: "Your Majesty, the imperial envoy must have caught wind and cold. He has a severe fever, and it seems that he has turned into typhoid fever."
"Typhoid fever?" Magistrate He couldn't help being surprised. Typhoid fever can easily kill people in this era. "What will happen?"
"Hua Tuo said: Typhoid fever affects the skin on the first day, the skin on the second day, the muscles on the third day, the chest on the fourth day, the abdomen on the fifth day, and enters the stomach on the sixth day..." the medical officer said as simply as possible.
"Speak in human terms." Magistrate He still felt verbose.
"In short, it is easy to cure in the early stage of the disease, but it is difficult to cure after a long time." The medical officer said helplessly: "From the look of the imperial envoy, it should be in the stomach on the sixth day, and the heat and poison are outside. If the stomach is really hot, it is a disease, and the disease has already
It is a life of three deaths... If it gets worse, red spots will appear on the body, and it will be a life of five deaths. If it is more serious, the black spots will appear, and it will be a life of ten. However, depending on the strength of people, and the difficulty of the disease, it is effective.
It’s twice as much.”
Magistrate He was so shocked that he didn't even bother to scold the medical officer and asked hurriedly: "Can you cure me?"
"At least in Shanxi Province, Xiaguan dare not belittle oneself." The medical officer said with some pride. "The ancestor of Xiaguan was the medical sage who wrote Treatise on Febrile Diseases and Miscellaneous Diseases."
"Disrespect, disrespect," Magistrate He said with a sigh of relief: "Then quickly prescribe the medicine. You will not use this time for anything else but to take care of the imperial envoy." He glared fiercely and said, "If the imperial envoy has someone,
If it’s inappropriate, just find a rope and hang yourself.”
"Yes." The medical officer reluctantly agreed, thinking that bringing out the ancestors would make the magistrate more respectful. Who knows that in other people's eyes, the medical sage is just a doctor.
He also ordered Housekeeper Zhou to take good care of the imperial envoy's daily life. Magistrate He then left the imperial envoy's carriage, got on the sedan chair and said, "Go to the Fantai Yamen."
The sedan was carried to the Chief Envoy's Office. Magistrate He got out of the sedan and went straight to the back office. He found out that Zhang Fantai was playing with flowers and plants in the greenhouse, so he went in quietly. As expected, he saw Zhang Fantai carefully building a pot of precious orchids.
Magistrate He stood aside and watched quietly. After he put down the scissors, he softly called out, "Fantai,".
"Back?" Zhang Fantai had noticed him a long time ago, but only now he said: "How is it, what did our imperial envoy find out?"
"It's not convenient to ask today," Magistrate He replied: "Our imperial envoy is ill."
"Sick?" Zhang Fantai frowned slightly and said, "What disease?"
"Typhoid fever." Magistrate He said: "My official has been examined by the medical officer. He is indeed very ill and will have to lie down for a long time."
"Yes, this kid has come to our Taiyuan to recuperate." Zhang Fantai scolded with a smile, feeling more relaxed.
Magistrate He smiled and said: "Recuperating well is better than anything else."
"That's the truth," Zhang Fantai nodded and said, "Then let him lie down well, but don't die in our Taiyuan."
"The lower official has already ordered the subordinates to take good care of him. We don't need to worry about the feudal government." Magistrate He said.
"Very good." Zhang Fantai suddenly laughed and said: "God has blessed me in Shanxi. I thought that the three imperial envoys came with great momentum, and we would have to shed our skin even if we didn't die. Who could have imagined, but there was a heavy thunder and a small raindrop.
It stopped in the blink of an eye.”
"What?" Magistrate He asked hurriedly: "Is there any news about the other two imperial envoys?"
"Yes, the one who investigates the case of official resistance to the Xuanfu is Pang Ying, the Jinyiwei governor." Zhang Fantai picked up the white towel offered by the prefect He and wiped his hands, motioned for him to sit outside the flower room, and walked over and said
: "What do you think this person can find out when he goes to Xuan Mansion?"
"The officials of the Xuanfu are probably going to be in bad luck." Magistrate He said softly, pouring tea for Lord Fantai.
"Yes, who told them to follow the wrong noble person?" Zhang Fantai took it, took a sip, and frowned for a while in disappointment: "This is the top-notch Miyunlong, but I can't taste the taste of Wang Zhao's family."
In the eyes of Hangzhou people like Wang Xian, Shifeng Mingqian is the best tea, but not many people in the world recognize this. At least in the eyes of the royal family, the best tea is Beiyuan tribute tea Miyunlong. This Miyunlong
It has been a royal tribute for hundreds of years. Because the output is very small, and the best one only produces five kilograms a year, it is necessary to pay tribute in full, making it difficult for foreign ministers to taste it. Zhang Fantai was in King Zhao's villa at the beginning of the year.
After drinking it once and being full of praises, His Highness King Zhao generously gave him half a piece of tea cake... Even the emperor's most beloved son could only get one piece of tea cake a year, so he gave him half a piece of tea cake at once.
The two words "block" and "generous" are well deserved.
However, after Zhang Fantai returned to Shanxi, when he invited his colleagues to enjoy tea, he only felt that his mouth was full of bitterness, and the taste of the tea was actually average. Zhang Fantai originally thought that King Zhao was fooling him, but later when King Zhao wrote a letter,
After specifically mentioning this, I realized that I had misunderstood... It turns out that this tea must be brewed with the best mountain spring water. Zhang Fantai asked people to get the best Nanlao Spring in Shanxi from Jinci Temple, and ordered people to
I cooked another pot of Miyunlong. After tasting it, it was much better, but there was still a slight turbid taste. I couldn’t help but said disappointedly. "It seems that if you want to drink the real taste of Miyunlong, you have to use spring water from the Purple Mountain in the capital."
.”
"In the opinion of the lower officials in Fantai, the spring water of Nanlao Spring is definitely not inferior to other places." Magistrate He thought about it and said with a smile: "Maybe the turbid smell of the tea soup is because the spring water has been transported in jars and has lost its taste.
It’s because it’s not so fresh because of the spiritual energy.”
"Well, that makes sense." Zhang Fantai nodded and said, "Let's go to Jinci Temple another day and cook a pot of Miyunlong by the Nanlao Spring. This time there will be no problem, right?"
"It should be no problem." Magistrate He said with a smile. "Then I will arrange the itinerary."