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Today's weather, coupled with the environment, and the guest performances of the palace maids and eunuchs, will make people feel like there are ghosts even if there are no ghosts. Living in a place like this, if there are ghosts in your heart, you can sleep without going crazy.
That's weird.
The door behind me was slammed shut again by someone from the outside, and the light at the door suddenly became a little dark.
If Wang Junlin realized something, he turned around suddenly, his pupils shrank, and he was startled.
At some point, an old eunuch with thinning hair and a smooth face, just like a light bulb, floated out from nowhere and stood behind him. With his current sensitive perception, he didn't even notice it beforehand.
"I've seen Commander Du." Wang Junlin cursed in his heart and saluted.
This old eunuch with few hairs on his head is none other than Du Luoge, the commander of thousands of internal and external officials in the Sui Dynasty. In Wang Junlin's view, he is one of the few people who cannot be offended.
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Seeing that he had frightened Wang Junlin, Old Eunuch Du looked at him with a hoarse voice and said with a smile: "The Marquis of Qin An is a man with great supernatural powers, how can he be afraid of ghosts?"
Wang Junlin shook his head and said: "In comparison, juniors are more afraid of people. You may believe in ghosts or not. Juniors have only seen people harming others, but have never seen ghosts harming people, so the Master said that we should respect ghosts and gods."
But from a distance, it can be seen that these things are really nothing to be afraid of."
"The imperial physician in the palace and the famous doctors invited by His Majesty from all over the world have diagnosed that the Queen has an incurable disease." Old Eunuch Du said calmly.
After Wang Junlin heard this, he was very surprised. Even if what the old eunuch named Du said was true, these words could not be put into words. And why did the old eunuch Du say these things to him? He felt vaguely
alert.
"By the way, Your Majesty asked me to send a team of marquis to follow Qin An Hou on errands. I wonder what Qin An Hou's requirements are for the candidates?" After saying this, Old Eunuch Du did not mention anything about Queen Dugu's condition.
Wang Junlin was suspicious in his heart and said calmly: "Thank you for your concern, Lord Commander. It's just a small matter. There are no excessive requirements for candidates. It doesn't need to be too many. A dozen or so marquises are enough."
The two of them were chatting while walking towards the depths of the Divine Residence Palace. The Divine Residence Palace occupies a large area indeed. It took them a stick of incense to reach the outside of the main hall where Dugu Jialuo lived. From the sounds of the voices, Master Zhiren and his second disciple
The human performance is not over yet.
The hall where Dugu Jialu lived was filled with incense and mist. Sandalwood was everywhere as if it was lit for free. A Bagua mirror was hung at the door. Wang Junlin resisted the desire to tear it off and followed Old Eunuch Du in.
There was a soft couch in the middle of the hall, covered by a thin gauze curtain on all sides. Dugu Jialuo was lying on the soft couch. Yang Jian and Yang Lihua were also inside the gauze curtain at this time.
And a Taoist priest who looked to be in his forties or fifties and who could be said to be an immortal was walking around the gauze curtain of the soft couch with a peach wood sword. When he looked carefully, he actually stepped on Bagua, with every step he took.
Yes, exactly. Judging from the beads of sweat on his forehead, it has been quite a while since he left. I don’t know how he persisted for such a long time. In such a small circle, most people will be able to walk around it twice.
faint.
A young Taoist priest of fifteen or sixteen years old with red lips and white teeth stood on one side with a serious expression, holding a wooden plate with bells, yellow paper, cinnabar and other objects on it. Behind the gauze curtain, Yang Guang, whom Wang Junlin had seen, and another
Somewhat similar to Yang Guang, but four or five years younger, the men were each holding an incense burner. After the two men, there were seven or eight young men, boys and girls, headed by Yang Zhao, who were also holding incense burners to pray for blessings.
Obviously these people are the sons and grandsons of dragons.
Apart from that, the main hall was empty, not even a chair. Old eunuch Du stopped, and Wang Junlin had no choice but to stand next to him and watch Master Zhiren's performance.
Since experiencing the time-travel incident, Wang Junlin no longer does not believe in ghosts and ghosts as he did before, but the views formed over the years are not easy to change, so instinctively he still does not believe in the existence of ghosts and gods, especially the absolute existence of ghosts and ghosts.
I won't believe that what this magician is doing is really useful.
Yang Zhao saw Wang Junlin's arrival and just blinked secretly to say hello. This was obviously not the time to talk.
At this time, Master Zhiren danced more and more rapidly, with his long gown fluttering and his big sleeves flying. The steps under his feet had changed from Bagua Step to Big Dipper. He stood on the throne of heaven and shouted loudly, and countless yellow streaks flew out of his sleeves.
When mounting paper, his mahogany sword just stabbed a piece of paper through it. When he returned his hand, it passed by the seven-star lantern. The piece of paper suddenly turned into a fireball. Under the sway of the sleeves of the robe, yellow flakes flew away.
Not a single piece of paper fell to the ground, and the fireball in his hand flew around, immediately igniting all the flying paper pieces.
At this time, he was still waving his sword, calling out the fireballs from time to time, and the flying fireballs slowly gathered into a big fireball. Against the backdrop of the flickering candlelight, it looked like a red sun, but this red sun was a little brighter.
Qing, if you say that there is no sulfur and phosphorus powder on the paper, even Wang Junlin will not believe it.
Wang Junlin sighed in his heart, thinking that these magicians had done some hard work in order to deceive people. They all said that in China, Taoist priests were the first people to study chemistry. Now it seems that there is some truth.
If nothing else, he can make a lot of money by performing in the market, but now he is regarded as a placebo for Queen Dugu's spiritual world. Of course, the reward he gets must be very considerable, at least better than performing on the street.
many
The fireball gradually extinguished, and Master Zhiren also finished his performance. He used the sword technique with his left hand and moved Su Qin's back sword with his right hand. The peach wood sword was extremely beautiful and was accurately inserted into the antique scabbard on his back. Wang Junlin couldn't help but look at him with concentration.
, I had a vague feeling that this veteran might be good at martial arts, and he was probably a master.
"Your Majesty, Madam, this poor Taoist has little magic power, so he can only do this. The rest depends on other masters in the world." Master Zhiren was sweating profusely, and his Taoist robe was soaked with sweat. Who dares to say that this old Taoist is not good?
If you try your best, you are speaking without conscience.
Try your best, and the effect will be the effect. Some things in this world cannot be effective if you try your best. This is an upright truth. Anyone with a little thinking ability will agree with this truth. The old Taoist priest has done his best.
The remaining things are beyond his ability and have nothing to do with him. The old guy can escape unscathed now.
He didn't know whether Dugu Jialuo would be able to sleep tonight, but Wang Junlin knew that the old Taoist priest would sleep soundly tonight.
Yang Jian walked out of the gauze curtain and said politely to Master Zhiren: "Thank you, Master Ku. Master, go to the side hall to rest first, and then leave the palace tomorrow."
"Your Majesty, you're welcome. It's just that I have suffered a lot of wear and tear today and need to stay overnight to regain my strength. Please send me a small servant to take me out of the palace." Master Zhiren stroked his wet beard, looking exhausted to the extreme.
, Wang Junlin dared to bet that as long as the old Taoist priest left the palace with a generous reward, he would immediately leave the capital and never enter the palace again.
The tired old Taoist priest led the young Taoist priest and followed a eunuch out of Shenju Palace. He looked up at the gloomy sky, took a long breath, and said to the young Taoist priest next to him: "Yuan Tiangang, pack everything up."
, let’s leave the palace now.”
If Wang Junlin was nearby at this time, he would definitely be shocked when he heard that this little Taoist priest's name was Yuan Tiangang.
Without the old Taoist priest performing rituals, the hall suddenly became dead silent. Except for Yang Jian, no one in Dugu Jialuo's palace dared to make the slightest sound, especially when she was sick and couldn't sleep.
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Obviously, no matter Dugu Jialuo, Yang Jian, or Yang Lihua, they all respected Master Zhiren just now, but no one knew how much confidence they had in him. Therefore, as soon as the old Taoist priest left, Yang Jian consulted Dugu Jia
After Luo agreed, he called Wang Junlin over.
Wang Junlin was a doctor at this time, so he went directly into the gauze curtain. Under a luxurious and spacious bed that could be called the most comfortable in the world, there lay a man with a pale face with a yellowish look, who looked to be in his fifties.
An old lady with her eyes slightly closed.
This is the legendary figure who is known as one of the two saints of the Sui Dynasty together with Yang Jian. He is the greatest contributor to the founding of the Sui Dynasty. He is famous for his domineering and jealousy, especially because he killed Yuchinu due to jealousy, which made him the most jealous person in history.
, Dugu Jialuo, the legendary woman of the generation second only to Wu Meiniang in Chinese history.
However, Dugu Jialuo didn't seem to have anything special at this time. Even because of the pain and the inability to sleep, Wang Junlin's impression was not that outstanding.
Wang Junlin glanced quickly, then lowered his eyebrows and saluted respectfully, and said in a very soft voice: "I, the king, come to pay homage to Your Majesty and Your Majesty."
Dugu Jialuo suddenly opened his eyes, which were bloodshot and full of endless exhaustion, but even so they were still sharp.
"If you can let me sleep well, Your Majesty will reward you greatly." Before Yang Jian could say anything, Dugu Jialuo said first, but his voice was obviously hoarse, and Wang Junlin noticed his face.
and edema in the neck, coupled with what Old Eunuch Du said outside the palace, although Wang Junlin is not a doctor, he also knows that these are the most typical symptoms of patients with cancer. Of course, it may not be cancer, but there are so many
Even famous doctors can't treat the disease well, but Wang Junlin never believed that he could treat it well.
After speaking, Dugu Jialu closed his eyes again, and Yang Jian continued: "Your Majesty, I mean what the queen said is what I mean. If you can let the queen sleep well and cure the queen's illness, I will
I will agree to any request you have."
Wang Junlin stepped forward and carefully looked, smelled, asked, and made a comprehensive diagnosis. He determined that Dugu Jialuo was not poisoned or anything, and then said: "I have a secret recipe to make a decoction. The queen can sleep well after taking it."
Have a good sleep.”
PS: Today I have been taking exams for a day at my workplace. I feel so tired. I will try to update for the third time. I’m very sorry————