Rebirth Of Medicine

"August 25th..."

Gu Hai draws a pen to draw a stroke on the paper. This is the sixth day that Gu Shiba Niang left home. WWw.YZUU point

"Young Master..." Lingbao came in with his official gown, and two other maids served him to put it on. Today is the day he reports to the staff.

"By the way, what does your brother do for a living now? When you come back these days, you should invite him to sit at home." After finishing his clothes, Gu Hai walked away and said with Lingbao behind him.

Lingyuan picked him up with Cao on the way. Gu Hai considered him to be a dart player when he was dressed up at the time, but Lingyuan refused to **** him because he was afraid of Gu Hai's disgust, so he vaguely failed to identify himself. .

Although he has gone through prison, Gu Hai still disdains Zhu Chunming, who is arrogant. Under this situation, Lingyuan naturally does not dare to come. It is not that he is afraid that he will scold himself, but that Gu Hai will be given the scolding. Bring unnecessary trouble to yourself.

Lingbao turned pale when he heard the question, and Nuonuo didn't know how to answer.

Cao was already waiting in the yard, and wanted to take him out personally. Gu Hai hurriedly passed by with a smile. After leaving the question to ask, Lingbao who was standing by the side breathed lightly, but had to frown.

She couldn't think of how angry Gu Hai would be if he knew what Lingyuan was doing.

Gu Hai simply clicked on the staff and waited for the next appointment. This time there were a lot of mobilizations. The people who came and went in a hurry to inquire about the news to open up the relationship. Naturally, Gu Hai would not do such a thing. In fact, he also understood that he would do it for nothing. For a small official of his level, at most he would only have a look at the first assistant Zhu, if so, why does he need to get through the relationship?

After visiting a few of the same subjects, Gu Hai strolled out and saw four or five officials gathered together and whispered. Gu Hai recognized that most of these people were Yu Shi of the Metropolitan Procuratorate. He could not help but stop and stand outside the circle to listen. After a while, the more you listen, the more ugly your face becomes.

They were talking about Yang Taisheng, a few days ago, he was finally hooked to death by the emperor.

The words of these censors were mixed with anger but helpless.

"You are Yu Shi, the Supervisor, why don't you write?" Gu Hai couldn't help but say.

A few people turned their heads. In any case, Gu Hai was quite a sensation back then. Even though it has been so long, everyone recognized him.

"Hanzhi is back..." They greeted with weird expressions, and then went away with excuses.

Gu Hai stood in place, where he didn't know their thoughts of avoiding disaster, the autumn wind swept away, only feeling sad in his heart.

"What? Cousin is going to come forward again?" A familiar and unfamiliar voice came from behind.

Gu Hai did not look back, but said to himself: "This is my prefect and official history of the Zhou Dynasty. Let this disease spread and spread, so that the dynasty collapsed and the people were in distress. I will eventually become ill in the Zhou Dynasty.... "

Gu Yu chuckled behind him, and reached out his hand to pat Gu Hai's shoulder, "Cousin, do you think it's all the fault of the country's affairs?"

Gu Hai turned to look at him, his expression moved slightly.

Gu Yu didn't stay, but passed by him, the autumn wind swept over him, his clothes fluttering.

"Why does the Manchu civil and military prosecutors only want to protect themselves, why no one raises their arms and shouts that everyone responds, why don't they work together to pick up rapes to rectify chaos? Anyway, is it that the Manchu civil and military are all shameless and heartless people... "He also said to himself, as people walked far away, and his voice drifted away and near with the wind, "Think about it, my cousin..."

Gu Hai's expression was dull and dark, standing still watching him leave, not moving for a long time.

When I walked out of the staff department, it was almost noon, but I saw officials who hadn't been seen swarming out, greeted each other in one direction.

"Hanzhi, can you go all the way with us?" Several acquaintances greeted him.

"Where to go?" Gu Hai asked a little puzzled.

The same subjects were surprised, "Don't you know? Today is the birthday of King Wenjun..."

Everyone knows that King Wenjun and Gu Hai have old and support each other. In any case, he can be regarded as a supporter of King Wenjun. As his supporter, he does not even know the birthday of others. This is simply a wonder. .

Gu Hai knew the facts only in his own mind, he didn't even know how old Wenjun Wang was, let alone when his birthday was. (For reading novels, you can go to Ye Ziyou~you)

Maybe I can see my sister.... There is a glimmer of expectation in his heart, a smile on his face, and he jokes with those people and diverts the subject.

"The status of the county king was a bit embarrassing. Otherwise, if you have come to Beijing for so long, which one you have seen has had a birthday, but it is different now. Yesterday, your majesty and the queen mother personally gave gifts to the county king, saying that the weak crown festival will be a big deal... ." The fellow subjects joked.

So that's it, so it seems that the canonization of the prince in mid-September is a certainty.

With a few words of courtesy, Gu Hai said goodbye. Since it was a birthday celebration, he couldn't go empty-handed.

Today's Wenjun Palace has changed from its former solemn majesty to thousands of miles away. There are busy streets, crowds in front of the door, and announcements one after another.

The birthday banquets of the county kings were all organized by the staff. This manpower was still not enough. Many people came from the palace, although they were busy but not chaotic, they showed royal style everywhere.

Gu Hai was caught in the crowd and laughed, his eyes drifting around, trying to see Gu Shiba Niang's figure, but he also knew this was in vain.

The crowd suddenly became lively, and many officials rushed to the door.

"Look, Lord Zhu is here..." the official standing next to Gu Hai whispered.

Gu Hai naturally knew who Little Zhu was. He raised his eyes and looked at the arrogant group of stars holding the moon.

"Hey..." Someone sighed and shook his head.

In order to save Yang Taisheng, a group of officials collected numerous incriminating evidence from Zhu Chunming and other party members in an attempt to fight back. Unexpectedly, the emperor was furious and blamed all the officials, and immediately rejected Yang Taisheng's death sentence.

"Yeah, you guys don't come here too much..." As he spoke, a group of people headed by Zhu Hao had already walked over, and his eyes swept over a party of different Qingliu who offered to flatter and invite others, and several of them shouted loudly. Laughed, "I can't get up after a few boards? I can't help but hit..."

As soon as this remark came out, there was an uproar in the crowd, and the Qingliu party looked pale, but no one dared to refute the accusation.

"A group of counselors" Zhu Hao walked out from behind, laughed loudly, and swept past these people in disdain.

Gu Hai watched this scene from behind, only to feel that his temples jumped suddenly, making him a headache, so he lowered his head slightly and raised his hand lightly. Then he looked up and saw that Zhu Hao and others had walked towards the main hall and were meeting four or five old adults. Speaking, airy, without the humility of the younger generation.

"It is said that Lord Zhu once said privately to the county king that in the future the son will inherit his father's inheritance..."

"what?"

"Will you agree?"

"Of course... the county prince is supported by Master Zhu..."

A whisper from the side came.

This is not groundless rumors. When the four county princes entered Beijing, although they did not communicate with the ministers of the central government, this kind of thing could not be prevented at all. , And Zhu Chunming is a supporter of Wenjun Wang, which is basically something everyone knows.

Gu Hai let out a sigh. Others didn’t know. He knew that according to the care of Shiba Niang, the new emperor came to the throne a few years later, and when Zhu Chunming died, it was impossible for his son to inherit his father’s deeds. It's just that it is not the Zhe Jun Wang that Gu Shiba Niang said that it is possible to become the new emperor, but the person who should not exist in the destiny.

If everything has changed, will Zhu Chunming's destiny also change?

Gu Hai looked at the main hall again, and Lord Zhu was reaching out his hand to embrace a young man in the same attire and beautiful clothes, and enthusiastically said something to the old adults.

"My God..." Gu Hai couldn't help raising his hand and rubbing his naked eyes, and lost his voice, "Well...who is that?"

"Oh? Which one?" The colleague next to him heard it, and followed his gaze, "Oh, who can, Lord Zhu's godson..."

Although Lord Zhu did not have his own son, many of his godsons were grandchildren. For example, this time when Yang Taisheng was succumbed to the death penalty, several ministers of the DPRK immediately rushed to admit his godfather.

"He? He..." Gu Hai was a little confused, and stared at the young man standing behind Grandpa Zhu in front of the main hall.

"That's the second son of the genuine Zhu, don't think he is a domestic slave, but the deep Madame Zhu likes..." the colleague next to him whispered, "Don't underestimate this guy. He has a good skin and has a good body. Kung Fu, he is currently under Master Zhu from the Criminal Ministry, but he is a good dog who bites and does not bark..."

Gu Hai couldn't help but walked a few steps forward, wanting to see this person more clearly. At this time, the sound of courtesy music sounded. Under the guidance of a team of maids, the King of Wenjun, dressed in Chinese clothes and a golden crown, walked out slowly. Everyone stopped talking, laughing and talking, and paid respects.

Gu Hai followed the crowd and bowed down. When he raised his head, he could no longer see the young man. Officials like him were not qualified to enter the hall.

"Hanzhi, come, let's sit down." Someone greeted him.

Gu Hai replied, and once again glanced at the main hall full of important court officials, wealthy and prominent families, his face was already heavy.

"Okay... Dog" he whispered, then turned and sat down.

The sound of drum music came in faintly through the cracks of the window. Compared with the noise of singing and dancing in the main hall over there, the compartments in the study seemed particularly solemn.

Pulling out the last gold needle, Peng Yizhen's shirt was soaked with sweat, not because of the burning brazier in the room, but every needle is extremely dangerous.

Seeing him standing away, the waiter Huang on the side hurriedly stepped forward. First, he took the thin quilt from the side and gently put it on the waist of King Wenjun. King Wenjun closed his eyes, frowning his brows and sweating as well. Zhu's body shows that he has endured great pain.

Naibu Huang wiped gently, he had been as careful as he could, but every time he touched, Wang Wenjun's body shuddered slightly.

Peng Yizhen lowered his head and backed out.

"How is it?" Gu Shiba Niang who was holding the medicine bowl asked in a low voice.

"It's still good now." Peng Yizhen replied, wiping his sweat, but he didn't have the slightest joy on his face. According to the original condition of King Wenjun, if it is not treated, it can last until the end of September. Medicines, diseases and illnesses are all derived.

"Success or failure depends on the last..." Peng Yizhen said in a low voice.

Look at the last injection, the last medicine, Dragon Tiger Decoction.

"Eighteen mother, how much are you..." Peng Yizhen couldn't help asking again.

Almost every day, Peng Yizhen would ask again. Gu Shiba Niang had never seen him so nervous. She had already wanted to give it a go, but when he asked, she couldn't help but become nervous.

She really didn't know what to do, but she didn't want to tell the truth or tell lies, so she had to make two benevolences, and she went in with the medicine bowl after guessing the time.

Wang Wenjun has changed into a white coat of Crescent Moon, still lying on the bed with his eyes closed.

"Miss Gu..." Seeing her come in with the medicine bowl, the waiter Huang couldn't hold back the tears anymore, "Can you wait for the princess king to take the medicine after the bowl of longevity noodles..."

Because of the ferocity of the medicine, after taking the medicine, the king of Wenjun almost can't touch it with dripping water. He vomits whatever he eats, and relies on ginseng to nourish his qi for a day.

"Go out." Wang Wenjun opened his eyes and said lightly. He had already stood up while speaking. He didn't hesitate to move, and he didn't seem to feel the sharp pain in his body.

Mr. Huang also knew that he was hypocritical, and in front of his life, he still talked about life noodles, but he was always sad in his heart, so he hurriedly quit.

Gu Shiba Niang kept her eyes silent, after taking the medicine, she picked up the book of strange talks as always, but did not read it as usual.

"Today is the county king's birthday?" She listened to the drum music outside, and there was faint singing and laughter.

Wenjun Wang en sounded, every injection exhausted his spirit, wave after wave of fatigue, if it weren't for his strong willpower, he would have given up this treatment method.

Although neither of these two said, but he also understood that the hope of life was less than 30%. Since they are all about to die, why not be more comfortable when they die, there is always this voice in his heart many times.

"The princess will definitely receive a lot of gifts?" Gu Shiba Niang asked, looking for a topic to raise his spirits, "what does the princess like?"

Wenjun Wang still closed his eyes and did not answer.

Just when Gu Shiba Niang thought he couldn't resist the tiredness and fell asleep, he slowly spoke.

"One year, when I was at home, when I was eating longevity noodles, I put a hibiscus flower on it..." He raised his head slightly and leaned on the soft pillow.

"It's Hibiscus muscaria, remove the impurities and stems, sift off the dust, and use it after drying..." Gu Shiba Niang replied smoothly.

A smile appeared on Wang Wenjun's face and opened his eyes.

"Three sentences don't leave the line, it's you," he said.

It is rare that he has the energy to say so many words in a single sentence, and the smile on Gu Shiba Niang's face also dispersed.

"The princess likes hibiscus flowers?" she asked.

"That's a hibiscus flower carved with radish," said Wenjun Wang faintly. "My mother and concubine made it for me..."

The mother and concubine of King Wenjun has already passed away, this is a taboo thing Huang Naiji once specifically explained.

"The county king, forgive me." Gu Shiba Niang said hurriedly.

Wenjun Wangen said, and gently raised his hand.

Still having the strength to raise her hand, Gu Shiba Niang was happier.

"The king of the county, people often say that it is better to ask for the Buddha than to ask yourself, and that is the person like the king of the county." She raised her eyes slightly to look at the king of Wen, and then quickly lowered her gaze.

"What do you say?" Wenjun Wang asked.

Based on this preliminary understanding, this girl is not a person who can slip and slap her horses, and the corners of her mouth can't help but smile again.

"Although Doctor Peng will be diagnosed and treated, if you don't cooperate with the will of the princess, I am afraid you can't survive..." Gu Shiba Niang said sincerely.

Although not personally experienced, from Peng Yizhen’s description, she can imagine how painful every ninety-nine and eighty-one stitches would be, but she was in the study, let alone whirring, not even a moan. Hear.

It is really unexpected that a pampered noble man like him can do this.

"The gecko can still dock its tail and escape, what am I doing?" Wenjun Wang chuckled and looked at Gu Shiba Niang, "Let's not flatter each other..."

Gu Shiba-niang also laughed, and said for a while, she was relieved to see his spirit finally improved.

"Does the prince still listen to the story?" She picked up the book again and asked softly.

Wang Wenjun shook his head, "It's all stories. Listening to you is true."

Gu Shiba Niang was slightly embarrassed. In fact, she was not a talker in her previous life and this life, because she couldn't talk, and said too many mistakes, so she didn't like talking.

The drum music from outside still came with the wind, and the banquet must be full.

"Well, I'll give the princess a gift." Gu Shiba-niang raised her head and said with a thought.

Confronted with Wang Wenjun's eyes, a smile flashed in his always cold eyes.

"What?" he asked.

"I don't know how to carve flowers," Gu Shiba Niang said with a chuckle, a trace of confidence flashed in her eyes, "I can cut medicine..."

"Cut medicine?" Wang Wenjun looked at her and repeated it in his mouth.

With this thought, Gu Shiba-niang was also interested. She quickly went out to get her medicine cutter and some medicine.

Although Huang Naibu was very curious, he still didn't follow up with the faith of not disturbing the two of them. He just found a small Kang table according to the request of taking care of Shiba Niang.

"Let's put it on the ground..." Gu Shiba Niang looked around, looking for the most suitable location for King Wenjun to see clearly.

"Put on the bed." Wenjun Wang suddenly said.

I dare not, Gu Shiba Niang said hurriedly, not to mention that she still has to use a knife. Before these nobles, few people can meet with a blood and light weapon, she has already exceeded the rules.

"I am tired..." Wenjun Wang said lightly.

Naibu Huang immediately set the small Kang table at the end of the bed and asked Gu Shiba Niang with a smile.

Gu Shiba Niang knelt down and pleaded guilty, then got up, knelt down at the end of the bed carefully, and took the medicine knife out of the cloth bag.

"Good knife." Wenjun Wang said.

"It was won from Master Xiao Liu..." Gu Shiba Niang looked at the knife with a smile on her face, and she remembered that Wenjun Wang didn't know who Xiao Liu was, and she was about to explain. Spoke up.

"Oh, that's the silly boy who won the first place and jumped out to challenge you?" He asked, "Ahhhhhhhhh, his stupid look is also worthy of such a good knife... Sheriff, you Right?"

Gu Shiba-niang was taken aback for a while, listening to what he meant, it seemed that they had seen him at the scene. She originally thought that they had just come over to watch the excitement that day...

She couldn't help but raise her eyes to look at the Wang Jun Wang who was opposite, but Wen Jun Wang looked unwavering and did not answer.

"Master Xiaoliu's craftsmanship is good..." She lowered her head and said softly. While speaking, she picked up Qing Pinellia on the table, took a deep breath, and dropped the knife in her hand.

Her knife skills were very fast, and the waiter Huang only felt dizzy. With the slight cutting sound of the knife, the pinellia pieces in the hands of Gu Shiba's mother turned into pieces.

"Oh my God..." Huang Nei waiter couldn't help but cover his mouth and whispered, "The prince, the prince, you look so thin..."

He couldn't help but whispered in a gloomy voice. Wang Wenjun raised his eyes and frowned slightly, as if he was very displeased at his yelling and yelling. The waiter Huang couldn't help shrinking his head and glanced at the focused Gu Shiba Niang. Quietly backed out with a smile.

"My knife skills are actually not good..." Gu Shiba Niang whispered, seeming to be talking to herself, the last knife was put away, and a thin sheet was laid on the table.

She stretched out her hand to pick up the needle and thread on the side, tilted her head and thought slightly, while flying the needle to run the thread, quickly gathered the flakes together, then stretched out her hand and shook, a plain white flower appeared in her hand.

"Okay..." She looked at her results, smiled, and shook her head again, "Well, there are no wrinkles, it still doesn't look like..."

"Let me see." Wenjun Wang's voice came from the other side, and at the same time he stretched out a hand.

Leaning forward from the pillow, his straight arms trembled slightly.

"The king of the county." Gu Shiba Niang got off the bed hurriedly, stood in front of him, and handed the flowers, "Sit down quickly."

King Wenjun took it, took it in his hand and turned around. The flowers made of pinellia slices were as thin as cicada wings and shaped like feathers, floating lightly with the rotation.

He looked at the flower and didn't say anything for a long time.

"The princess laughed..." Gu Shiba Niang whispered, pulling back and clearing the foot of the bed.

Wenjun Wang suddenly said, "Good knife skills."

When someone praised her swordsmanship, Gu Shiba Niang was very happy, remembering that she had been beaten by Gong Liu for this swordsman, and in the end she didn't satisfy his old man, she couldn't help but feel a little confused.

"The Qing Pinellia cut out by my master is the real Cicada Wing Pinellia..." she murmured, "I have to practice for a long time before..."

"You won't let him down." Wenjun Wang said, slowly leaning back on his pillow, and letting out his breath.

His lips were chapped and bloodshot.

Gu Shiba Niang recovered, and took the warm water from the heater on the side.

"The prince, patience, you will be fine." She dipped warm water with a chopstick and lightly touched his lips, "Soon you will be able to eat whatever you want, or whatever you want. You can eat as much as you drink..."

Wang Wenjun couldn't help but chuckled, closing his eyes slightly, still holding the pinellia flower in his hand beside him.

Gu Hai was the last one to leave the Wenjun Prince's Mansion. The darkness had already shrouded. He was sitting in the swaying carriage. Although he ate wine, his face was not springy, but as sinking as the bottom of a pot.

The car passed through the lively street market ~www.novelmtl.com~ and turned into a deep alley, and a figure walked out from the shadow of the wall.

The driver, Ah Si, habitually strangled the horse, jumped down, and stepped aside.

"A Si?" Gu Hai's question came from inside the car.

Ah Si finally recovered. The young master was sitting in the car, not the young lady. He patted his head and returned.

Gu Hai had lifted the curtain of the car, his eyes were on the person approaching.

"Young Master..." Lingyuan knelt down with his clothes.

"Don't dare to be..." Gu Hai said slowly, "Second Young Master Zhu..."

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