Shopkeeper Guo Ji had a wry smile on his face, twitching the corner of his mouth and said: "You don't even know where to open the door to Annan County Prince's Mansion, how can you know who the nobles are inside?"
He Zhenfu sighed. Yes, there were countless noble people in the Shenzhai compound. It was indeed impossible for a shopkeeper who ran a restaurant to recognize them all. He thought about it and changed the question: "Has the maid been here before?"
Shopkeeper Guo Ji thought hard for a long time: "It looks familiar, but I can't remember it."
He Zhenfu was speechless. As a restaurant manager, isn't it the most basic ability to have a photographic memory of people coming and going? How could he not know three things about it?
Either they don’t want to say it, or they don’t dare to say it.
He narrowed his eyes and snorted coldly: "Has the Prince of Annan ordered food from your store many times?"
Shopkeeper Guo Ji suddenly puffed up his chest proudly, with a proud look on his face: "That's natural, not a villain's bragging. There is no one who doesn't come back a second time to eat in the villain's shop."
He Zhenfu yelled, grabbed the account book, and said with a cold face: "Go and take out all the account books in your store for the past three months, no, for the past six months. I will take them back to the Department of Internal Health."
Shopkeeper Guo Ji was about to say "no" when he saw He Zhenfu changing his face to a cold face that wanted to eat people. He immediately swallowed the word "no" and honestly found a thick stack of dusty account books. .
It's just a few account books, it's not a big deal. Besides, the Department of Internal Security is now polite and polite, asking for it politely. If he doesn't give it to him, he can't stop him by robbing it, so it's better to be honest.
He Zhenfu was carrying a thick stack of account books and was about to walk out when he was stopped by shopkeeper Guo Ji.
Shopkeeper Guo Ji took out two food boxes from the back kitchen and handed them to He Zhenfu. He said with a flattering smile: "Thank you for your hard work, sir. I'm afraid you haven't used the evening food yet. This is the specialty dish of this small shop. Please try it, sir." , if you want to eat well, you can order it, whether it is at your house or the government office, or the small shop can deliver the food to your door."
He Zhenfu looked at the two food boxes, and then at the attentive smile of shopkeeper Guo Ji. His heart skipped a beat and he asked, "What kind of food are they?"
Shopkeeper Guo Ji nodded and bowed with a smile: "These are the foods that you just wrote on the paper. They are the specialty dishes of this shop. Please try them to see if they are to your liking."
He Zhenfu vomited and looked at the two food boxes, running away from Guo Ji as if they were facing a powerful enemy, as if there was a vicious dog chasing and biting him behind him.
Shopkeeper Guo Ji looked blankly at He Zhenfu running away, frowning with an extremely surprised look on his face, and looked down at the food box in his hand.
Why are you running? The food in their store is not poisonous! What a taste!
He Zhenfu ran away in a hurry, and he didn't feel the nausea in his throat subside until he couldn't see the two food boxes that were being avoided like snakes and scorpions.
Not to mention that those kinds of food are not available in ordinary restaurants, even if it is dragon liver, phoenix gallbladder, he will not eat it!
Also disgusted and unable to eat were Han Changmu and a group of internal guards. Facing the mess on the ground, they couldn't open their mouths for a long time in astonishment. They never dreamed that the antidote that Han Zengshou had worked so hard to come up with was so unbearable. Enter the eye.
Filth was everywhere, and the stuffy side hall was filled with a soaring stench, which was simply disgusting.
The guards hurriedly opened doors and windows, lit incense, and dispersed the stench throughout the house.
Although this side hall was turned into a smelly cesspit by Han Zengshou, the situation of Manager Qiu and his family has stabilized visibly.
Even though there was no sign of waking up yet, his breath calmed down, and the black air lingering on his face became lighter.
When Han Zengshou saw this scene, he breathed a long sigh of relief, fell down on the bed, and raised his hand to wipe away the cold sweat on his head.
He is an old man over fifty years old and has stopped personally rescuing people for a long time. After having been struggling for so long, it is really too much for his old bones.
He picked up the already cold tea next to him and drank a few sips before finally taking a breath and his face turned from pale to slightly rosy.
He sighed secretly, but he couldn't let anything happen again. His old bones couldn't stand such a few times.
Han Changmu also couldn't bear it. Since he returned to Beijing, Han Zengshou has almost become the doctor of the Han Mansion. He either grew up in the Han Mansion or in the Department of Internal Health, which was really tiring and hard work.
But the unbearable feeling was only fleeting. He poured a cup of hot tea again, put it on Han Zengshou's hand, and asked lightly: "Order of Korean Medicine, when will these people wake up?"
Han Zengshou took a breath, glanced deeply at the people lying on the ground, and sighed heavily: "Although my life has been saved, when I will wake up, it only depends on God's will."
Han Changmu opened his mouth, knowing that matters of life and death cannot be forced, and nodded: "I wonder how injured Yao Canjun is in Han's house, and how long it will take to recover?"
Hearing this, Han Zengshou's heart skipped a beat, his face looked troubled, and he was speechless for a while.
Han Changmu's face darkened, and his voice suddenly became as cold as ice, which could freeze a thousand miles: "What, not good?"
Han Zengshou trembled in fright and shook his head hurriedly: "No, no, it's not bad, it's just that Yao Canjun's injury will take a while."
"How long will it take?" Han Changmu said quietly, his voice getting colder and colder. Looking at Han Zengshou's guilty and frightened look, he knew there was something hidden in this matter.
He chuckled, being deceived time and time again by that person, how could he not have a long memory!
This sneer made Han Zengshou's hair stand on end. He had no idea what he said wrongly. His lips twitched slightly and he showed his stubbornness. He said with a pale face: "Master Han, Yao Canjun's injury is extremely serious and has already affected his roots. He will not be able to fully recover within three to five years." He finished his words and cupped his hands with a dark face: "If Mr. Han doesn't believe what the official said, you can find another good doctor to diagnose Yao Canjun's pulse. The pulse conditions of the officials are different, so I will let Mr. Han have his way!"
Han Changmu heard the displeasure in Han Zengshou's words. He was stunned for a moment, and then said calmly as usual: "Han didn't mean this, he just asked one more question. The Korean doctor ordered you not to worry."
"Master Han is capable of duplicity. Is the current official stupid?" Han Zengshou snorted and muttered something in a low voice, but he was too close to Han Changmu. Even if it was just an indistinct mutter, Han Changmu heard it clearly. Chu.
Han Changmu pursed his lips and smiled helplessly. This old man usually looked smooth and smooth, but if he was provoked to be stubborn, he was really tough and merciless.
He raised his head to look at the still bright and vivid skylight outside the window, and said in a rare and gentle tone: "Thank you for your hard work today, Korean Medical Order. If Korean Medical Order doesn't dislike it, please use the evening food at the Department of Internal Health."
Han Zengshou was disgusted when he saw the filth on the ground. He panicked when he heard that he wanted to eat at the Ministry of Internal Health. He couldn't find anything to eat. He shook his head repeatedly and said anxiously: "No, no, it's still early. I'll go back to my house for dinner."
As he said that, he took the paper and pen again, wrote a prescription with a swipe of a pen, slapped it on the desk, and said faintly proudly: "The official has drawn up a prescription. If these people get into trouble at night, he will boil the medicine and drink it." If the symptoms continue, for example, the younger one with milder symptoms will be able to wake up in about three to five days, but for the others, I cannot guarantee it."
Han Changmu nodded his thanks without changing his expression, glanced at the prescription, handed it to Jin Yu, and told him to take the medicine according to the prescription and prepare it in case of emergency, and then personally sent Han Zengshou out.
Walking to the door of the Internal Health Department, Han Zengshou seemed to have remembered something, and suddenly turned around and said: "The official remembers that there is a kind of wound medicine in the Beiya Forbidden Army, which is specially used to treat internal injuries. It is extremely useful. If Yao Canjun can use this medicine to treat, He will definitely be cured sooner, but," he paused slightly, lowered his voice and said cautiously, "it's just that this medicine is particularly difficult to prepare. Every medicine in the preparation is precious and rare, and I have only heard people mention it."
After saying this, he looked up at Han Changmu, cupped his hands and walked out of the door of the Internal Security Department.
He pointed out the way to survive, but whether he could make it or not all depended on fate.
After entering April, the summer heat is getting longer, and the sky is getting dark later and later. It is already the beginning of the year, and the sky is still too bright to look directly at.
From April to the end of September, the morning bell in Chang'an City is half an hour earlier than usual, and the evening drum is half an hour later than usual, so the people have more time to walk around Chang'an City.
Han Changmu stood at the door of the Department of Internal Health for a moment, looking at the people walking through the streets in the distance. No one dared to go to the long street where the Department of Internal Health was. He pursed his lips and asked Jin Yu to explain a few times.
Not long after, Jin Yu drove out from the corner gate and took Han Changmu to Yongchangfang.
Exiting Chang'an City from Qixia Gate and heading south for more than ten miles, you will find a deserted, cold and damp mass of graves.
It is not accurate to say that they are random graves. At first, all the graves buried in this open space were those with owners. Sixteen years ago, the world was in chaos. Over the past few years, the graves with owners and no one worshiped them gradually turned into those without owners. Graves, more and more people who have no one to worship are buried here.
Over time, this cemetery became a mass grave where numerous bones were buried.
Some died young, some were slaves and were beaten to death by their masters, and some committed crimes and could not be buried openly but had to be buried secretly.
Princess Rong is the last one.
She is a relative of the emperor, so there are certain things to be done after her death, where she will be buried, and the grade of the tomb. However, her father, King An, committed a crime, and no one is involved in her death, except the people from the Internal Security Department. It was hastily buried and became an ownerless grave in this mass grave.
Princess Rong was brought here by Sun Ying and his guards to bury her. There is no grave head in an unclaimed grave, but when she was buried, he was careful and made a mark on the grave to prevent her from being found again in the future. It's troublesome, so don't use it.
"Lie to Kangxi"
A few dark old crows landed on the dry branches not far away, and screamed hoarsely. This place was empty and uninhabited. The hoarse sound made people's hearts beat with fear, and there were bursts of chills.
Sun Ying looked at the mark on the grave, took a deep breath, rubbed her hands and said, "Let's dig it."
