Hearing the words coming from inside, Chang Yuncheng outside breathed a sigh of relief.
He took out the last remaining banknote from his sleeve and distributed it along the way, and stuffed it into their sleeves by helping the eunuchs carry the box.
"Thank you." He whispered.
I don't know whether he was thanking the two eunuchs for carrying the box or for communicating with him.
The two eunuchs carried the box inward with expressionless faces, but Chang Yuncheng still saw one of them tightening his sleeves.
Chang Yuncheng stood looking at the two of them, his face was tired and his eyes were full of red threads, but his expression was relaxed.
Fortunately, I can make it in time...
When the sound of footsteps came, everyone in the hall looked over.
Two eunuchs came quickly carrying a wooden box.
There are so many!
Everyone in the hall looked surprised, and the emperor's face showed suppressed anger.
"Just put it there!" he suddenly shouted.
The eunuchs were stunned and stood there.
"What you say is lively, let's see what others say." The emperor said coldly.
He was talking about himself, so Qi Yue subconsciously raised his head and looked at the seat in the middle.
The emperor looked at her.
Qi Yue also saw the emperor clearly for the first time.
Although there is some distance, but...
Her eyes widened instantly.
Huh? This isn’t…
"Look carefully." The emperor said calmly.
I don’t know if I’m talking about seeing it more clearly or...
With a bang, the two eunuchs placed the box in front of Qi Yue, blocking her view of the emperor.
Qi Yue was shocked back to her senses by the thud.
There was a layer of sweat on his forehead.
It's not that I was scared, but I was surprised.
Mamma Mia, what a shame, there is even a scene involving a chance encounter with someone you don’t know!
Bah, chance encounters are nothing. There are not so many chance encounters in this world!
She quickly thought about whether there was anything wrong with these two encounters. Fortunately, everything was normal.
"Let's see."
The emperor's voice dropped from above.
Qi Yue hurriedly stopped thinking and picked up a memorial from the top of the box.
"..These are all memorials to impeach you. One or two are a misunderstanding. Are three, four, five, and six also a misunderstanding and a misunderstanding? There is no smoke without fire, and a fly cannot bite a seamless egg..."
The emperor sneered and said, his anger that had not been extinguished, because he suddenly discovered that this Lady Qi was not the Lady Qi he imagined, or because this Lady Qi turned out to be the Lady Qi he had noticed in his heart, in short, the chaos made his anger even more intense.
exuberant.
He simply stood up and walked up and down on it, talking as he walked, and then started to curse again.
The ministers stopped talking. The emperor was angry anyway, and now that these two fools were in charge, they could just wait and watch the excitement.
The emperor scolded for a while and couldn't help but look at the woman again. Seeing that the woman was still so calm this time or she was already crying with fear.
This time he got his wish, and the woman looked strange, with tears in her eyes.
The emperor snorted heavily.
If I had known today, why would I have to do it in the first place!
It's too late to cry now!
Zhou Maochun also saw Qi Yue's strange behavior, sighed heavily in his heart, and walked over by himself regardless of the emperor's presence.
"You silly girl, why are you doing this?" He sighed, "Is it worth it..."
"It's worth it." Qi Yue said, her voice choked with sobs.
Zhou Maochun shook his head.
"It's worth it." Qi Yue said again, this time tears really fell down and fell on the memorial.
She seemed frightened and hurriedly shook the memorial apart, being careful not to damage it a little.
Then she picked up another memorial.
"Stop looking, I can't understand what these people are saying." Zhou Maochun said, reaching out to stop him, his eyes fell on the memorial in Qi Yue's hand, and he was slightly startled.
This is not like a memorial, but a simple notebook.
this?
Qi Yue looked through the book she just got.
"…. On the sixth day of March, it was clear and windy. According to Mrs. Qi's rules, ward rounds were carried out. One hundred people in five rooms were slightly injured and 32 people were suffering from high fever. They drank the reserved decoction twice. The rest were fine and could be discharged.
Thirteen people…”
She sniffed and turned to the next page.
"…. Wang Dahu, a patient with a serious injury and a spear piercing his chest. The wound is red and swollen. He has a high fever and is telling lies. He will not stop changing dressings. I will follow Madam Qi’s rules and use two penicillins. I will see the effect tomorrow..."
Looking at the words one by one, the injured barracks seemed to appear in front of her eyes. Without her and the disciples of Qianjin Hall, the number of military doctors coming and going did not decrease.
"..I'm in charge of the minor injuries ward. Do you have enough manpower? I'll help fill it up."
"No, no, no, don't make a mess. What department are you messing with?"
"Hurry up, hurry up...the disinfectant soup here hasn't been spilled yet..."
"...these medicines are taken orally.."
"...I'll change the dressing, you endure the pain..."
They shuttled between different wards, following the rules she left behind, clumsily but persistently.
"...My name is Sun Sanniu. I can't write. This is written by Kuang Peng, a military doctor. I belong to Team A of the 7th Battalion under Bailiu Pass Defense Officer Miao Dazhuang. I was cut in the leg by a Dongnu saber while guarding the pass. At that time, I was Qianjintang
Disciple Guo Rong bandaged the wound and sent it to the minor injury camp. Afterwards, disciple Wu Wei of Qianjin Hall washed the wound, applied medicine and bandaged it, and took one pill a day. Today is the tenth day of March. I can already walk on the ground and the wound has healed.
…..”
Some timid wounded soldiers in the room were sitting on the bed, talking and watching the military doctor in front of them write, then clumsily dipped in red ink pad and pressed it on the paper.
There were also wounded soldiers on the other side of the room who were impatient. When the military doctor stood in front of him, he hurriedly spoke.
"My name is Shi Goucheng... Why are you laughing... That's what my mother called me... I don't have another name, doctor, do you still need to write this sentence? Then write it, okay I won't talk nonsense... My name is
Shi Gou Shen, I can’t write, this is written by Ge Li, a military doctor. I belong to the Ding team of the eighth battalion under Miao Dazhuang who is defending Bailiu Pass. I am the commander of the armor. When I was guarding the pass, I was hit in the head by a flying stone from Dong Nu. I fell down.
I went down to the city wall and had my bones fixed by Qianjintang Zhang Tong. Today is the tenth day of March. I can't walk on the ground yet, but I am in good spirits. I just need to nourish my bones. Military doctor Qiao Minghua diagnosed me and I will be able to walk freely in half a month..."
The bright red fingerprints made Qi Yue's vision a little blurry.
"Hurry up, I've memorized these and pass them on quickly..."
A cloth bag was tied in front of the soldier, and he urged his horse to gallop away.
The post stations along the way had received orders in advance and had already led their horses to greet them. The soldier came galloping over, dismounted, took the dry food delivered by the post officer with one hand, led the horse with the other, and galloped again without even touching the ground.
go.
This kind of transfer is carried out almost every day, and every day one package after another is collected into the current box.
When they left, their injuries were in their early stages and no effects could be seen. After nearly a month of their journey, it was basically possible to determine whether these wounded soldiers were alive or dead and had healed.
That's why Chang Yuncheng would visit every time he passed by a post station or a checkpoint.
So after seeing that she and Zhou Maochun entered Beijing safely and would not be embarrassed, he disappeared...
These pieces of evidence did not go through the Military Preparation Road and had to be delivered at the fastest possible speed despite having to squeeze the right time.
Not general empty words, not simple descriptions, but vivid contrasts and vivid figures.
When they were convicted and taken away, no one saw them off or greeted them indifferently. To say that Qi Yue felt uncomfortable would be a lie.
It turns out that greetings and warmth do not necessarily have to be shown immediately.
These annoying people! They always bully people like this!
Qi Yue raised her hand to wipe her tears, picked up a notebook again, and saw a familiar name, Qiao Minghua.
In the short room, under the dim oil lamp, Qiao Minghua wrote furiously, with a thick stack of books piled in front of him.
"... Zhangye Wei military doctor Qiao Minghua recorded in March of the seventh year that in the first battle at the beginning of this year, Bailiu Guan suffered 600 casualties..."
Seven years?
Is there another year?
Qi Yue put it down, raised her hand to wipe her tears, and rummaged through the box again, and sure enough she found a stack of thick notebooks, many of which were old and yellow.
Zhangyewei military doctor Qiao Minghua’s notes in the third year of Baoyuan...
Songshanbao military doctor Qiao Ming Huataihe’s second year’s notes…..
"Okay, okay." Zhou Maochun also picked up the note at this time, with an excited expression, "This kid is serious. He has remembered it for so many years. Take a look at these casualty records. Take a look at this time. This time.
This is not a lawsuit, this is irrefutable evidence...Okay, okay, I’m serious about it.”
He even choked up a bit as he spoke.
These low-level military doctors who have never been looked down upon by him, who even disdain to be called doctors by him, and whose status is not even as good as that of a soldier, are dispensable. It turns out that they can do some things.
A certain moment can determine life or death.
The key is that you have such perseverance to record these boring and boring data. It is not only boring, but also despairing. Record it once, and let the helplessness happen again before your eyes. How strong your mental ability must be for so many years.
Keep at it.
Zhou Maochun counted carefully.
"He has been there for twenty years." Qi Yue said.
Zhou Maochun still carefully finished counting in Qiao Minghua's notepad, and then nodded.
"Twenty-three years, there are two volumes of his master's among them." He said, "They were compiled by him."
The strangeness between the two of them confused everyone else.
Why did we start chatting?
Isn't this a memorial to impeachment?
I was crying, but it didn’t seem like I was crying out of fear or despair, but out of excitement?
Happy?
Are you still excited and happy about being impeached?
"Zhou Maochun, do you know you are wrong..." The minister who had just been hit by Zhou Maochun couldn't help but shouted.
Before he finished speaking, Zhou Maochun casually grabbed the notebook in his hand and threw it at him.
The minister was prepared this time, raised his arms and jumped away at the same time.
Zhou Maochun put down his notebook again.
The minister snorted, he was really about to die...
Before he finished humming, he saw Zhou Maochun touching the ground, grabbing a memorial and throwing it at him fiercely.
The minister was hit again and let out an ouch.
"Bah, it's only appropriate to hit you with this." Zhou Maochun muttered, carefully placing the notebook in his hand.
The minister became even more ashamed and angry.
"Zhou Maochun, you are about to die..." he shouted.
Zhou Maochun jumped up.
"You are about to die!" he shouted, "You think that based on these... these..."
He bent down again, picked up the memorials that had been knocked down by the emperor from the ground, and threw them all at the minister with a bang.
"With just these, I can be killed..." He laughed loudly, "These bullshit memorials! These bullshit memorials are bullshit!"
Without waiting for the ministers to say anything else, he stepped forward, picked up the notebook and memorial in the box, and held it up to the emperor with a bang.
Ouch, this old boy has gone crazy!
It’s enough to hit the ministers, but do you still want to hit the emperor?
"Your Majesty, what they say doesn't count, and what I said doesn't count. I don't want to file a lawsuit, I want to file a real lawsuit!" He shouted loudly, kneeling on the ground and pushing these things forward. (Unfinished)
