"Tell the imperial doctor to cooperate with Wang Junlin to quickly prepare the decoction." Yang Jian and Dugu Jialuo were overjoyed when they heard this. It was not that they had not heard that Wang Junlin avoided the important and deliberately did not mention the illness. However, for a long time, almost all the famous doctors in the world have
After being invited over, whether they admit it or not, they have implicitly accepted their fate, and most of the time they just want to spend their last days comfortably.
There was always an imperial doctor waiting on one side, and Wang Junlin immediately left to prepare.
Wang Junlin was originally worried that some of the formula medicines of Ma Fei Powder were not available in the palace. However, after following the imperial doctor to the pharmacy, he found that the six herbs he needed, such as Naosia japonica, Shengcaowu, Angelica dahurica, Angelica sinensis, Chuanxiong, and Tiannanxing, were all available.
And the quality is top notch.
Considering that the taste of the decoction made from these medicines is really unpleasant, in line with the principle of maximizing the benefits that can be obtained since making it, he personally went to the imperial kitchen to mix these medicines and boil them for Dugu Jialuo
Made a bowl of fresh lotus seed soup.
Therefore, when Wang Junlin came back an hour later, what he brought was not soup, but a bowl of hot lotus seed soup.
"Your Majesty, this bowl of soup contains some medicine that can help you sleep well. After you drink it, you will fall asleep quickly."
Before Wang Junlin could finish speaking, Yang Jian personally came forward to bring it to others, preparing to let others try it first. However, Dugu Jialuo had already silently taken the porcelain bowl from Yang Jian's hand, and drank a small bowl of porridge in three or two gulps.
After the maid next to her wiped her mouth with a towel, she said to Wang Junlin in a hoarse voice: "Yes, the porridge is cooked to the right temperature, but there is a hint of bitterness from the medicinal materials, which affects the deliciousness."
After saying that, with the help of Yang Jian and Yang Lihua, he lay down on the couch and closed his eyes. After a while, even breathing sounded, and the two palace maids covered the quilt gently.
Yang Jian waved, and except for the chamberlain who was waiting for Dugu Jialuo to sleep and Yang Lihua's mother who wanted to stay behind to watch over her, everyone else followed Yang Jian out of the hall.
The humidity outside the hall was overwhelming, and it started to rain at some point. As soon as they walked out of the warm room, everyone shivered involuntarily.
Yang Jian stood in front of the white jade railing, patted the lion head sculpture on the railing, turned to look at Wang Junlin, and said quietly: "Wang Junlin, you didn't mention the queen's illness just now, but because of the queen's illness... you can't treat it with law?
"
Wang Junlin said bravely: "I am incompetent, please punish me."
Yang Jian sighed, said nothing, and did not mention the big reward for putting the queen to sleep. He did not even say a word of affirmative praise. Surrounded by a large group of guards and chamberlains, he left under the canopy.
Prince Yang Guang passed by him, stopped, and said to Wang Junlin with a grateful look on his face: "Marquis Qin An, thank you very much."
Compared to Yang Jian, Yang Guang's words carried more weight in Wang Junlin's heart. Especially after the former patted him on the shoulder, he felt even more flattered and said quickly: "Your Highness is ridiculous. This is the nature of a minister.
share."
Yang Guang also left under the auspices of a group of people. Wang Junlin felt something and turned around to see that the former prince Yang Yong was looking at him with a complicated expression. Wang Junlin felt an extremely obscure feeling of joy from the depths of his eyes.
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The two looked at each other, Yang Yong nodded to him, and left with several eunuchs waiting on him.
Then came a group of emperors and grandsons, each passing by him with gratitude, curiosity, indifference, or fear, and then without exception, they all looked at him seriously.
"Qin Anhou, thanks to you today, otherwise the imperial grandmother... alas!" The last one left was Jin Wang Yang Zhao, dragging his fat body to the front of Wang Junlin. It was obviously very cold at this time, but he was so cold
He was dripping with sweat and his clothes were soaked, as if he had been fished out of water. He looked even more tired than Master Zhiren who had performed a ritual before.
Wang Junlin bowed to Yang Zhao seriously, and then said: "Your Highness, you're welcome. The Queen is a virtuous queen of a generation and a mother to the world. As a minister, it is the official's duty to help her sleep well.
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Yang Zhao hesitated for a moment, then finally asked: "Is the imperial grandmother's disease really incurable?"
Wang Junlin shook his head firmly but said nothing.
Yang Zhao originally wanted to say something, but when he saw that the dead old eunuch Du Luoge was still there, he imitated his father and patted Wang Junlin on the shoulder. Knowing that the two of them might have something to do, he turned and left.
Du Luoge, the commander of the internal and external marquises of the Great Sui Dynasty, stepped forward and stood side by side with Wang Junlin. He watched Yang Zhao's bloated figure drifting away while being served by two eunuchs holding umbrellas. Then he turned to Wang Junlin and said with a smile: "
Marquis Qin An is so talented. Countless doctors, magicians, and experts can't make the queen sleep well. Marquis Qin An made the queen fall asleep with just a bowl of porridge. It's really amazing!"
When Wang Junlin faced this old eunuch, he always felt like he was facing a venomous snake, and his heart was involuntarily filled with vigilance and vigilance. At this time, he smiled and said modestly: "Your Majesty, this is a reward. It's just that I happen to know how to make people fall asleep."
It’s just a secret recipe.”
"Can the Queen's illness... be cured by the Marquis of Qin An?" When he said this, Du Luoge's expression did not change, but he stared firmly into Wang Junlin's eyes.
The eyes are the windows to the soul, and in many cases are much more honest than the words that come out of the mouth.
For some reason, Wang Junlin suddenly had an illusion - if he said he could cure Dugu Jialuo, he would immediately suffer endless assassinations.
Therefore, Wang Junlin followed the good advice and immediately said with certainty: "This junior is incompetent. There is no way. He can't even tell what kind of disease the queen has."
Old Eunuch Du said with regret: "Don't blame yourself, Marquis Qin An. I can't blame you. After all, all the famous doctors in the world are helpless to deal with the Queen's illness."
As soon as he finished speaking, Old Eunuch Du turned around and left with his hands behind his back. Not far away, a young eunuch hurried over and held up an umbrella to protect him from the rain.
"The officials that Marquis Qin An needs are already waiting at the entrance of the palace." The voice of old eunuch Du came from far away.
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Half of the weapons shops in the capital are located in Fengrongfang, because almost all the shops that buy and sell pig iron are here, more than a hundred of them. It is said that nearly 50% of all kinds of pig iron products north of the Yangtze River in the Sui Dynasty came from here.
In and out.
In addition, there are more than 20 weapons shops registered with the government, and more than 10 shops selling various agricultural tools.
These shops have more or less backgrounds, especially if there are no dignitaries or aristocratic families behind some large shops, it will be difficult for them to gain a foothold here.
Under normal circumstances, the size of a shop is directly proportional to the power behind it. The larger the shop, the bigger the business, the stronger the power behind it. However, for some special reasons, the power behind it will be hidden in the dark, and ordinary people will not
Know their true colors.
The name "Dachui Iron Shop" sounds very vulgar, but it is the largest pig iron trading shop in Fengrongfang and even the entire capital. It covers an area of six or seven acres. It is said that the warehouse behind the shop stores
With hundreds of thousands of kilograms of iron ingots, it supplies nearly one-third of the pig iron raw materials for major blacksmith shops in the capital.
But except for a very small number of people, no one knows what is behind the Sledgehammer Iron Shop, which makes it extremely mysterious in the eyes of ordinary people.
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Late at night, at 3:00 pm, it had been raining for a long time but it had stopped.
There is no pedestrian on Fengrongfang Street. Occasionally, a drunkard passes by, but because there are no street lights like in later generations, he often falls with a bruise on his nose and face.
At this time, a group of black figures came to Fengrongfang silently. They did not light up lanterns, but they walked very steadily and came directly to the sledgehammer iron shop. The others were hidden in the dark, and two of them stepped forward and knocked hard.
Knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" Not long after, a cursing and impatient voice came from inside.
"I am Wang Xiaowu, the tax collector of the city department. Open the door quickly. I have something urgent to tell you." One of the people looked at the tall black figure next to him and said to the Sledgehammer Iron Shop.
"Wang Xiaowu, what the hell are you doing here in the middle of the night?" The lights in the store turned on, and an impatient voice yelled.
Although he was very rude, he still opened the door with a creak. A man looked around and found that besides Wang Xiaowu, there was another man in black.
"Wang Xiaowu, who is this? What are you going to do..."
Before he could finish speaking, the man in black next to Wang Xiaowu had already stretched out his hand to open the door like lightning, then pinched the person who opened the door and lifted him up, so that he could not make any sound.
Dozens of people hiding in the shadows rushed over like leopards one by one, and got into the Sledgehammer Iron Shop.
Half an hour later, the dark and spacious hall was filled with the pungent smell of blood. Five corpses had fallen on the ground, all of them killed by a stab in the throat. Wang Junlin sat on the couch and slowly looked through a dozen thick account books.
, these account books only record the purchase and shipment records, and the quantities, but there is no record in the account books about where the goods were purchased and who they were finally sold to. This is not what Wang Junlin wants.
Deng Yuzhuo, the first person in charge of business under him, once told him that when doing this kind of illegal business, there must be a secret account book, and the secret account book is usually hidden in the secret place of the store, and is kept by a professional and reliable person.
Make a record.
Wang Junlin glanced at a man in his forties who was tied up in the corner. This man was the shopkeeper of the Sledgehammer Iron Shop.
It was very beyond his expectation. Although this man was born white, fat and pampered, he was a rare tough guy. Wang Junlin killed five people in front of him, but this man showed no fear, and his eyes always flashed with a fierce light.
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Obviously, this man was a trusted confidant of the Changping Palace. Compared with Sun Wentao, the shopkeeper of Wufu Tea House under his name, he was no longer an ordinary businessman, or in other words, not a simple businessman.
PS: I was so sleepy that I pinched my thighs several times and forced myself to write the third update overnight. There have been ten days in this month, and except for one day, there were at least three updates every day. I hope you guys can give me some support.