It wasn't until Han Changmu walked out that Jiang Shen covered his heart. The carefree and carefree expression he had just now disappeared without a trace, and his eyes were filled with annoyance as if he was beating his chest and stamping his feet.
"Centennial ginseng, a gift from the emperor."
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the knock on the door and hurriedly sat upright. His expression returned to normal for a moment, and he said in a loud voice, "Come in."
He raised his eyes and saw Mu Rongxun walking in. His tense back suddenly relaxed a little, and he raised his chin towards the bed opposite: "Have they rested?"
Mu Rongxun nodded and said: "Yes, we are all going to have a rest."
Jiang Shen rubbed his forehead in distress: "Have you heard everything?"
Mu Rongjun was puzzled and said: "Elder Pavilion, I can't figure it out."
"What can't you figure out?" Jiang Shen tapped the desk twice with his fingers.
"That's a gift from the emperor, and it's a treasure from heaven and earth." Before Mu Rongzhen could finish his sentence, Jiang Shen glanced over at him, and he immediately fell silent.
Jiang Shen seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and a cold light flashed in his eyes: "I do have a kind heart, but my kindness is not without purpose. It would be great if we could form a good relationship with this kind heart. ."
Mu Rongjun was puzzled: "Then, why did Mr. Ge refuse to accept the promise made by Mr. Han just now?"
Jiang Shen's eyes flashed brightly, and he smiled gloomily: "How can a mere promise be worth the guilt of Prince Han?"
Mu Rongxun suddenly realized it and fell to the ground in admiration: "Old Ge is wise."
Jiang Shen curled his lips, and all his well-thought-out calculations were reflected in his faint smile.
Han Changmu got the ginseng and went to find Wang Fengyu without any delay.
Wang Fengyu was surprised when he saw the ginseng. He never expected that Jiang Shen would actually use this treasure to save a seventh-rank official.
He was filled with admiration, and the ambition of a highly respected minister was indeed beyond the reach of an ordinary person like him.
Wang Fengyu looked at the ginseng, took off a few ginseng tendrils and said, "Sir, you don't need to use the whole plant for medicine, just take a few ginseng tendrils."
Han Changmu saluted and said: "Everything is done by the king."
Wang Fengyu was flattered: "You're welcome, sir. Doctors are like parents. I will do my best to take care of Yao Canjun's injury."
With this ginseng, there is no need to use the bowl of life-saving medicine that can damage the root. But Meng Suige has already let the word out, and he has brought back a few forbidden soldiers seriously to guard outside the room.
The bowl of tiger and wolf medicine was finally brought to Yao Yao's bedside, and the hot air carried a thick, bitter taste of medicine.
Han Changmu glanced at the white porcelain medicine bowl with an expanded mouth and said calmly: "Put it on the small table. Have you handed the message out?"
Meng Sui said from the other side: "Hand it out."
In fact, until now, he has not figured out what his eldest son wants to do.
Why did Duan Duan want to dig a hole for the commander of the Forbidden Army?
After a hasty lunch, Wang Fengyu personally made ginseng soup and brought it over.
Yao Yao's mouth was tightly closed in the coma, making it difficult to feed the ginseng soup. Han Changmu looked at Wang Fengyu and said, "Thank you. Wang Fengyu pinched Yao Canjun's face and asked her to open her mouth so that I could feed the medicine in." "
Wang Fengyu hesitated for a long time and murmured: "Well, if Yao Canjun wakes up, will he be demoted?"
Han Changmu was stunned for a moment and said calmly: "I protect Wang Fengyu."
Wang Fengyu updated, he really couldn't believe that Han Changmu could protect
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She could protect him, but she didn't dare to stop what he said. After thinking about it, she stretched out her hand with difficulty and pinched Yao Yao's cheek, and her mouth opened slightly.
Han Changmu fed the medicine into Yao Yao's mouth one spoonful at a time. His hand was very steady, but not a bit was spilled.
Wang Fengyu raised his eyebrows in surprise.
After feeding him a bowl of ginseng soup, Yao Yao's complexion did not improve much. Han Changmu couldn't help but become a little anxious and asked: "Wang Fengyu, why is there no improvement?"
Wang Fengyu pursed his lips, feeling a little unhappy. He didn't show it on his face, but his words were less cheerful: "Master Han, this ginseng soup was just fed to me, and it's not an elixir."
Han Changmu also felt that he was too impatient and said sarcastically: "Yes, thank you for your hard work, Wang Fengyu."
Only then did Wang Fengyu realize what kind of stupid thing he had just done, and he actually angered Mr. Han, the envoy of the Internal Security Department.
He shuddered involuntarily. The people Han Changmu had captured and the lives he had taken in the past were all replayed in his mind. He felt more and more that if he offended this person, his life would not be so easy in the future.
He glanced at Yao Yao, who was lying on the bed with his life and death uncertain, and said tremblingly: "Master Han, go and have a rest. I will take care of Yao Canjun."
He thought very simply. Han Changmu seemed to care about Yao Yao very much. If he could cure Yao Yao's injury, it would be a great achievement. No matter how he offended Han Changmu, he would not be embarrassed to argue with him. Bar.
Unexpectedly, Han Changmu shook his head: "No need, Wang Fengyu has worked hard. It's up to me to take care of the patients."
Wang Fengyu's heart suddenly fell to the bottom, so he could only say yes in a dull voice, turned around and walked out the door.
In August of the fourth year of Jianning, the flames of war ignited throughout the Jing Dynasty, finally burning down the palace wall in Jinling City. The unlucky Emperor Jianning, who had only been the king of troubled times for four years, was killed by his own uncle, King Yan Xie Ditang. Seized the throne.
As the saying goes, a successful king loses a bandit. From then on, Emperor Jianning died in a fire in the palace. The great achievements of the past four years and eight months were all written by Xie Ditang, who walked into Jinling City as a victor.
In the past eight months, the smoke of war has been filled inside and outside Jinling City all day long, leaving behind many broken walls and ruins after collapsed houses. The rubble and tiles were burned black by the fire, like the heavy pressure of dark clouds. On everyone's mind.
Fortunately, on the day when the new emperor Xie Ditang ascended the throne, the dark clouds cleared.
After the war subsided, the people who were lucky enough to survive the war slowly rebuilt their prosperity from the rubble and smoke, and slowly returned to their normal lives. Although they were as peaceful and desolate as before the war, they were still different from the ten rooms and nine empty houses. Compared with those who died, they were much luckier.
The days are like water, flowing slowly and calmly. When the days go smoothly for a long time, I start to think about gossip.
In December of the first year of Yong'an.
Jiannan Road is extremely cold in winter. It snows non-stop one after another. The rivers are frozen and the mountains are so cold that even birds can't fly over them.
The young man practiced Sanjiu in the snow, sometimes with swords, sometimes with knives, sometimes with plum blossom piles, sometimes climbing on the top of the wall.
Wearing an indigo singlet swaying in the snow, he looked cold, but there was steam billowing from the young man's head, showing no fear of the cold.
The young man pursed his thin lips. He studied and practiced martial arts very diligently, all the time, in order to one day be able to get out of Jiannan Road.
If you want to live, from today on, I will never forget you before.
From today on, your name is Han
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Changmu, you are thirteen years old.
Far away from Chang'an City, on a winding road leading to the outskirts of Beijing, an unattractive-looking carriage was driving on the road at midnight.
The wheels rolled over the gravel and soil, and the grunting sound penetrated the night and spread far and wide.
This carriage left the city at the last moment before the city gate closed. As soon as it left the city, it sped all the way. After half a night's journey, it finally left the towering and forbidding city gate in the distance.
Seeing that it was already very far away from the capital, the carriage slowed down. The driver turned his head and glanced behind him. He seemed relieved and waved his whip slowly.
The horse pulling the cart was ordinary, even a little thin, walking slowly in the night, nibbling on the tender and oily weeds beside the road from time to time.
The people in the carriage felt that the carriage was slowing down. They lifted the curtains and asked gently: "Ayuan, where are you?"
This sound is like a clear spring, flowing sweetly.
The driver turned his head, raised his eyes and smiled: "Sister-in-law Six, we are almost at Jingyang County."
The driver was wearing a half-worn indigo jacket, which had been washed to white, and his hair was tied at the top with a bun of the same color. He was obviously dressed like a man, but his face looked gentle and charming under the moonlight. girl's face.
This person had picturesque features and a gentle voice. She was clearly the lady of the Shen family who was supposed to marry Wang Zhen.
But at this time, she appeared outside the city, driving away from the capital, and even used her real name.
The people in the car also laughed: "Okay, let's rest for half a day when we arrive in Jingyang County."
Mrs. Shen, oh, no, Ayuan nodded: "Okay, Sister-in-law Six, please go in quickly, it's cold at night."
The carriage was not very big, and when the curtains were lowered to block the moonlight, the light suddenly dimmed.
The three people sitting in the car were indeed a bit crowded, but everyone had a smile on their face, showing relief after the disaster.
A girl of eighteen or nineteen years old leaned on another woman. The woman's face had criss-crossed tooth marks, which ruined her original beauty. She lowered her head and glanced at the girl in her arms, gently stroking the satin with her hand. With ordinary long hair, there was unconcealable joy on his face, and he almost cried with joy: "A Yao, I finally found you."
The girl raised her head, curved her lips and smiled. Her charming eyes were very similar to those of a woman. When she smiled, the charm flowed from the corners of her eyes. She said softly: "Auntie, Qingqian will never leave you again."
This girl turned out to be Qing Qian whose whereabouts were unknown.
The woman corrected Qing Qian: "Your name is not Qing Qian, your surname is Chen, and your name is A Yao. You are my mother's daughter, the seventh girl of the Chen family."
Qing Qian nodded obediently: "Yes, A Niang, A Yao has remembered it." But she was a little confused in her heart, why her name was so similar to Yao Yao's name. The word "杳" was rarely used. Is the name really a coincidence?
There was a person lying deep in the carriage. He moved weakly and smiled: "Sixth brother and sister, we can finally use our previous names. You no longer need to call Ruan Jun, and A Yao no longer needs to be called Qing Qian. Ayuan, you can be Ayuan again."
The woman whose appearance was ruined was none other than Ruan Jun who left Tuoba Fuyun Mansion. She squeezed the man's hand with her backhand and sighed with emotion: "Yes, sister-in-law, from now on, from now on, we will never be together again." Separated."
The carriage swayed forward, and Chang'an City was far behind.
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