Yao Yao said without thinking: "There are fewer days, three quarters of Si hour, one quarter of Wei Zheng, and two quarters of Unitary hour; more nights, one quarter of Xu hour, two quarters of Hai hour, three quarters of Zizheng, three quarters of Chou hour, and three quarters of Maozheng." , With full calculation, he can sleep peacefully from time to time in one night."
While listening, Han Changmu couldn't help but sigh at the handwriting on the paper.
Is it really okay for a girl to remember so clearly when a grown man went to the toilet?
He continued to ask: "Is there any problem with this?"
Yao Yao blurted out: "Of course there is a problem. It's a big problem. The escort has a prostate problem and it needs to be treated."
"What kind of disease?" Han Changmu exclaimed in surprise as he had never heard of this disease.
Yao Yao hurriedly covered her mouth: "No, it's nothing." This broken mouth became bald again. She adjusted her breathing and started talking nonsense seriously: "It's just a strange disease that affects older men. , I urinate a lot at night and can’t sleep well.”
Han Changmu did not go into details, but simply said: "Not being able to sleep is not a big deal. I didn't sleep for six days."
Yao Yao curled his lips, this must be the highest level of Versailles, and he was the only one who could say it. Anyone else would be embarrassed to say it.
Everyone knows how painful it is to not be able to sleep peacefully.
What, Han Changmu is not in pain, no, he is not a human being, so of course he is not in pain.
She glanced at Han Changmu. Can actively not sleeping and passively not being able to sleep be the same thing?
Along the way, she finally understood that this guy is a workaholic. He can stay up for ten days and ten nights without rest, and he is not afraid of death from overwork! ! !
There was another burst of hurried footsteps, from far to near, and the door was kicked and closed, all at once.
Han Changmu pursed his lips and thought for a moment: "Since you have heard of this problem, do you have any way to cure it?"
Yao Yao concentrated.
In my previous life, loudspeakers in TV commercials shouted out how to cure this disease every day. Why didn't I have the foresight to write down a few prescriptions?
Let alone mentioning its usefulness, at least it can bluff people.
Besides, it can’t be cured or cured. It’s all flour and powerful pills, and it won’t kill anyone.
She thought about it again and again, and vaguely remembered that in a Qing Dynasty medical book, there was a prescription that was just right for the disease.
She dipped her pen in ink and wrote a simple recipe on the paper.
Han Changmu took a look and saw that he recognized every word on it and had heard of every medicine. However, this was the first time he saw this prescription. He doubted, "Is this prescription really good at curing it?"
Yao Yao sat upright and shook his head solemnly: "I haven't tried it, so I don't know how effective it is, but Master, do you really want to cure his disease instead of approaching him with this prescription?"
Han Changmu did not smile and nodded seriously: "Of course, saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Even if the disease cannot be cured, it cannot kill people's lives."
With a "thud", Yao Yao was so angry that he collapsed, vomited blood, and hit the small table. This rigid and boring person did not look like a person who would benefit others.
There was another loud "dong" sound, which was very close to their room. Han Changmu and Yao Yao looked at each other, turned over the paper on their hands, and unanimously thought that the sound was not the sound of the escort head kicking the door.
At this time, a scream came from the corridor, tearing the throat, hoarse, and frightened.
Han Changmu's expression suddenly changed. When he opened the door, the corridor was filled with footsteps and voices.
He stood at the door and took a look. The place where everyone was gathered was opposite his room. If he remembered correctly, it was the room of Mr. Fei Yi who was vomiting and couldn't stand upright.
There was scarlet and warm blood on the ground, slowly spreading, and wetly seeping into the cracks in the floor.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, walked quickly to the outside of the crowd, and looked away from the crowd.
Young Master Feiyi lay on the ground, a dagger pierced deeply into his vest, the blade penetrated the flesh completely, leaving only blood flowing out from the wound, staining the snow-white tunic and flowing to the ground.
I don't know if this man is still alive, but the dagger stabbed so deep that he probably won't survive.
The shopkeeper of the building had received the news and hurried up to the third floor. When he got closer, he was so frightened that he almost fainted. Fortunately, the boy next to him reacted quickly and supported him.
Someone died on the boat, which was a bad omen. He was sailing without looking at the almanac, so it would be unfavorable for him to go out.
He sweated coldly, and with a pale face, he bowed his hands to everyone: "Dear guests, distinguished guests, please leave now. If something like this happened on the ship, we can only wait until dawn tomorrow, and then we can dock and report to the official."
Everyone was sighing. Regardless of whether the person was dead or not, this kind of thing had to be reported to the official, and the ship would probably not be able to move forward.
It seems that this trip is not getting off to a good start.
Everyone felt sleepy and their spirits dropped.
"If we report it to the official, the ship will definitely stop and can't go any further. What will happen to our ship fare? After we get off the ship, we have to pay additional ship fare and find another boat." Someone shouted and said what most people think.
Someone got up, and everyone stopped crowding around Mr. Fei Yi to watch the excitement. They all rushed to the owner of the boat, surrounded him, and talked about how to pay for the boat.
Taking advantage of this time, Han Changmu slowly walked to Master Feiyi and looked at him carefully.
His eyes suddenly dimmed, and when he looked up, he saw Yao Yao squatting down opposite him, expressionlessly sniffing Mr. Fei Yi's breath, and then shook his head.
Han Changmu sighed, stretched out his hand and pressed Master Feiyi's fingers. They were extremely elastic, without thick calluses, and the temperature was undoubtedly the same as ordinary people. It seemed that he had just died.
He was about to take a closer look when loud shouts and noises came from outside. He heard the news that there had been a murder case and everyone would be disembarking early tomorrow morning. Weiyuan Escort Bureau and other people who had not come out to watch the excitement just now, Now they all came out and gathered around the owner of Lou Chuan to ask for explanations.
There were so many people crowded at the door of this room that Han Changmu and the two of them couldn't take a closer look. It would be bad if it attracted the attention of interested people.
The two of them squeezed behind the crowd, blocking the room from being damaged while fishing in troubled waters to observe everyone's reactions.
After living on the ship for three days, everyone on the third floor had already met each other. Although some people only had a quick glance, Yao Yao remembered it very clearly. She nodded secretly to Han Changmu: "Only the head escort and half of the escorts did not come out. , everyone else came out.”
Han Changmu sighed lightly. He was so cautious. There must be something fatal in the goods being escorted this time.
The shopkeeper of Lou Chuan was so disturbed by the quarrel that he had lawsuits on his mind and kept pleading guilty.
At this moment, the sound of footsteps came from the stairs, and a tall man walked over in a hurry. He was a head taller than an ordinary person. He was wearing a bamboo green silk tapered round collar robe. He was around forty years old. , with a short beard on his chin.
As soon as this person appeared, Han Changmu's eyes flashed. This outfit was exactly what the officials of this dynasty often wore. In addition to him and Yao Yao, there were other people from the government on the boat. He turned to look at Yao Yao. A glance.
Yao Yao blinked knowingly, and nimbly walked through the crowd, squeezing next to the owner of Louzhou, shrinking down and trying to reduce his presence as much as possible.
Han Changmu took a few steps back, took the opportunity to walk to the room, and explored every corner.
There were two plain white cups placed on the table in the middle, each filled with half a cup of amber tea. He reached out and tried it, but the tea was still warm.
The long window was open, but the bamboo curtain was pulled down. The night wind blew the curtain and hit the window lattice, making a soft crackling sound.
Two slender bamboo filaments were broken, and a thin filament hung from the uneven break. The translucent filament blended with the night and fluttered in the wind. If you don't look carefully, you can't see it at all.
Han Changmu took a few steps and saw a little dust printed on the window lattice, like a pattern.
The rest of the room was very clean, with no dust at all except for the spot on the window lattice.
He held the window lattice and looked down. There was a half-footprint on the outer wall. It was very small and blurry.
Although the room was large, there were not many things. The suitcases and cages were empty. There was a baggage on the bed. There were a few changes of clothes in it, and there was not even any loose money.
Han Changmu looked at it all over, then turned to look at Mr. Fei Yi who was lying on the ground.
As soon as Yao Yao stood firm, he heard the tall man say calmly: "This is Mr. Shi Huanghuai, the chief minister of the Han Dynasty. This is Mr. and Mrs.'s road guide."
Hearing this, she looked over and saw that on the open document, it was written that Huang Huai, the Chief of the Han Dynasty, was written. Below it was a row of red signatures, which looked exactly like the road guide in her hand.
Huang Huai continued: "The person who had the accident was a domestic slave of the Han Dynasty Palace. He stole the money in the palace. A certain person led people to track him all the way here. He originally wanted to capture him on the spot, but this person was very alert and did not steal the money. The King of Han left with his beloved things with him, and his accomplices did not show up. Who would have thought that something like this would happen again." He bowed his hands to the onlookers and said, "This is a family matter of the King of Han's palace, and I have disturbed you all."
The matter finally got a lot easier when the suffering master showed up. The shopkeeper straightened up and said with a smile: "Since your distinguished guest recognizes this person, it is only natural that this matter should be handled by your distinguished guest."
When everyone heard this, they started whispering.
No wonder this man is willing to pay so much money to save a beautiful girl, but after saving the girl, he still refuses to let the beauty thank him. It turns out that he is not short of money.
But the personal guards of the palace were not that good either. It didn’t matter if they couldn’t catch the little thief. Why was the little thief killed in the end?
Yao Yao also nodded and sighed.
They say you spend a fortune, but it seems you have to spend other people's money on yourself so that you don't feel bad.
Huang Huai coughed lightly: "What the shopkeeper said makes sense. When we arrive at the ferry early tomorrow morning, a certain person will take this person off the boat. This is a family matter of the Han Palace, so there is no need to report it to the official. Don't worry, I won't disturb you." journey."
Everyone in the Han Palace said there was no need to report to the official, so naturally others had no objection.
"You said he was a domestic slave in the Han Dynasty's palace, and he stole something and ran away. How can you prove it?" After a moment of silence, and when everyone was about to disperse, someone suddenly spoke and said lazily.
