Li Congzhou suffered from vomiting and diarrhea all night, which also kept Li Congzhou awake all night.
From this, Master Yuankong still found out about Mingyi's violation of the precepts by going down the mountain, and he was furious. He originally wanted him to go to the precepts academy to receive twenty sticks, but seeing that he was weak, he had to allow him to recuperate first.
After he has recovered, he will go to receive the ordination stick, and then go to the top of the mountain to meditate on the cliff for half a month to think about his own mistakes.
As for Li Congzhou's knowledge but not reporting it, Master Yuankong only said a few words because he was young, and asked him to go down the mountain with the temple supervisor the next day to bring some medicine to Mingyi.
The temple supervisor went to Beijing to donate alms as usual. He had to go to Salesian Bureau and Jiminfang. The direction was not consistent with the pharmacy Li Congzhou was going to.
Unfortunately, there was a free clinic at the pharmacy that day, and there were many people queuing up at the door to grab medicine. The temple supervisor was afraid that he would miss the official business, so he made an agreement with Li Congzhou to go separately and meet again at the queue pavilion outside Heningmen at noon, and then go back to the temple together.
Li Congzhou lined up in the queue, and soon the clanging sound of soldiers' armor came from the street——
A group of prisoners wearing heavy shackles entered from Hanguang Gate. They were in a group of ten, and were escorted by soldiers with heavy armor and guns to the prison.
Li Congzhou glanced at it but didn't pay much attention.
However, the people around him started talking because they were bored standing around:
"This is the group of rebellious gangs in the southwest, right? They colluded with the barbarians to kill the envoys and wanted to establish themselves as kings."
"Yeah, why are you calling me Wu...?"
"Uzhaobu!"
"Yes, that's right, it's the Wuzhao tribe! Wait, isn't it? I heard from my family before, didn't this Wuzhao tribe marry into my court? Didn't the Marquis of Xiangping marry the princess of their tribe..."
"Go, go, what kind of princess? It's just a small border tribe, does it deserve to be called a princess?! I think there was a conspiracy in this marriage from the beginning."
…
Hearing this, Li Congzhou frowned——
Wu Zhao tribe, isn’t this Wu Ying’s tribe? !
He turned around and looked around, and sure enough he saw a dark-skinned, tall young man in the crowd. He had a cold face, a head of fluffy curly hair, and a familiar snake pattern on his left cheek.
What a black shadow.
Li Congzhou followed two steps that way, staring closely at the young man.
Wuying was his secret guard in his previous life.
They first met on the northwest battlefield. At that time, he was the deputy general who led his troops in a surprise attack, and Wuying was a curtain slave who was bought for prostitution and humiliation by the Xirong nobles.
On the night of the night attack, he entered the camp of the Xirong garrison and pierced the opponent with one sword. He drew his sword and raised his head. Unexpectedly, behind the heavy gauze curtain, he saw a young man trapped on the bed with iron chains | .
Unfortunately……
At that time, Wu Ying's tongue had been cut off and he could not speak at all. All he could write was in Hmong script, and no one in the entire northwest could understand it.
The communication between them has always been limited to some simple gestures.
Li Congzhou could tell that Wu Ying hated Xirong, but he didn't understand why he also hated the Central Plains people. Except for him, Wuying's attitude towards all Han people is indifferent and wary.
Later, when Xirong was destroyed and people from Prince Ning's Mansion came to find him, Li Congzhou finally knew the truth——
Wuying is a Miao person and belongs to the Wuzhao tribe.
The Wuzhao tribe is located on the Wumeng Mountain on the southwest border of the Jin Dynasty, separated from the Man Kingdom by only a river.
Geographically, this area, like Wumeng Mountain, should be under the jurisdiction of the Shu government. However, the customs of the Miao people are different from those of the Han people, but more similar to those of the barbarian countries on the other side.
In addition to them, there are seven | eight other similar Miao tribes on Wumeng Mountain. They farmed and herded animals in the mountains, and occasionally traded and intermarried with the Han villages below.
The imperial court was worried that they would collude with the barbarians to cause trouble on the border, so they mobilized 20,000 soldiers from the Southwest Battalion and established another Xuanfu Division at the foot of Wumeng Mountain.
A recruitment envoy was also set up in the Xuanfu Department, and the leaders of these Miao tribes took turns to serve. They were responsible for collecting taxes, verifying the population, and handling disputes between the two tribes.
In the fifth year of Chenghe, he also ordered the Marquis of Xiangping to marry the daughter of the leader of the Wuzhao tribe as his official wife, and the Wuzhao tribe also sent Wuying, who was fifteen years old, as an escort to escort the bride.
The "rebellion" in the southwest in the previous life was actually the work of the Marquis of Xiangping: Mrs. Bai discovered that he was secretly planning evil things, so he came up with this vicious plan to eradicate dissidents and kill people.
The Miao people of the Wuzhao tribe just wanted to defend their homeland, but they were turned upside down by the Marquis of Xiangping and turned into a rebellion. They even mobilized 20,000 troops from the Xuanfu Division to directly level Wumeng Mountain.
Wuying and his tribe were captured and taken to the capital. Later, they were beheaded and exiled. Wuying was also spotted by black market traders because of his outstanding appearance and tall stature, and was sold to Xirong as a slave.
Li Congzhou chased the team for several steps until the woman behind him called him: "Little master, is your team ready to queue up?"
He pursed his lips and silently returned to the team.
Two years after his rebirth, apart from his master and brothers, Wu Ying has always been the person he wanted to save the most.
Li Congzhou clenched his fists with a gloomy expression. He had to rush in front of the black market merchant and take Wu Ying away.
It's just that the prison is not like an ordinary prison, and this matter needs to be considered in the long run.
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After taking the medicine and coming out, Li Congzhou was busy thinking about his own affairs and didn't pay attention. He accidentally bumped into a boy who ran out of the pharmacy.
The boy fell down with a groan, and the things he was holding were scattered all over the floor.
"Is the donor okay?" Li Congzhou squatted down to help him and help him pick up things.
"No, no, it's okay," the boy waved his hand, "Yes, I just wasn't careful."
The boy is thin and small, but his arms are very strong. What he bought were bruise medicine packaged in advance by the pharmacy, and there was also a golden sore medicine in a white porcelain bottle with a red-crowned crane painted on the bottle.
The pharmacy's golden sore medicines are divided into three grades. The top grade bottles are the ones with red-crowned cranes painted on them. The other two are pure white and those painted with apricot flowers.
"Is anyone at home injured?" Li Congzhou handed over the golden sore medicine that fell on the ground.
The boy groaned, as if he was startled again, then blushed and scratched his head in embarrassment, "Ah, ah, yes...my uncle is injured."
"That's it." Li Congzhou helped him up and said two peace charms.
As a result, when he was waiting for the temple supervisor at the Hening Gate Tower, Li Congzhou saw the boy again. He was standing next to a carriage, smiling and pushing everything in his hands to the driver.
The coachman was wearing a bamboo hat and couldn't see his face clearly. He didn't want anything the boy handed him, "What are you doing, dog? No, no, you only earn a little money every month!"
"I need it," the boy insisted, forcefully pushing a packet of medicine in his hand to him, "Uncle used to take care of me, but now that the army has been dismantled, it's not easy for you to be alone in Beijing. This, I need to give it to you. your!"
During the pushing, the coachman's bamboo hat was knocked off, revealing a very miserable face: black eyes and bruises on the side cheeks.
Seeing his injury, the boy became more insistent and his eyes turned red. The coachman had no choice but to compromise, carry the boy into the car, and talk for a while.
They mentioned the disarmament of the northwest camp and the death of King Xirong...
It's not that Li Congzhou insisted on listening, but what they said had a northwest accent.
Fortunately for the boy, what the coachman spoke was basically Northwest dialect, which made him, a person who had been in the Northwest for so many years in his previous life, immediately understand——
The disarmament and the death of King Lao Rong were actually the same thing. It was precisely because of the decline of Xirong that the court wanted to cut the military expenditure of the northwest camp to supply the southwest to suppress the rebels.
However, the royal court of Xirong was only in chaos on the surface. It would come back within a few months and the Jin Dynasty would be caught off guard. At the right time, the army would be short of manpower, food and pay, and many people would die of starvation in battle.
This is what will happen this autumn, but Li Congzhou has nothing to do but watch them leave in silence.
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After the "osmanthus cake incident", Gu Yunqiu hid from Li Congzhou for several days.
Not only hiding, but also feeling a little ashamed.
People who live a new life are thoughtful and always worry that others will misunderstand and think that they are not well-intentioned. I want to explain, but I'm afraid that people won't take it seriously at all, and mentioning it rashly will make him look pretentious.
And that person is Li Congzhou, the bloodthirsty evil star who will single-handedly kill the entire royal court of Xirong in the future.
When he goes crazy, he kills everyone. Gu Yunqiu covers the back of his neck: scared.
He visited Brother Shun once in the past few days and no longer looked down on Brother Shun's behavior. Brother Shun was also a boy who had been with him for many years. The feeling of his butt blossoming was unpleasant, so Gu Yunqiu rewarded him with a bottle of golden sore medicine.
This medicine was prepared by an old doctor from the palace. It was put in a long-necked white porcelain bottle with a red stopper on the top. It looked very delicate.
Brother Shun was so grateful that he lay on the kang and promised that he would never do it again.
But when Gu Yunqiu left the room, he couldn't help but call a group of servants and show off to them, "Look carefully, this is the young master himself! He brought me the golden sore medicine as a reward! How good the young master treats me!"
The boys gathered around the kang enviously, and Baba looked at the small porcelain vase in Brother Shun's hand.
"Brother, can I give you some medicine?" The most diligent one approached and stretched out his hands to take the bottle.
As a result, Brother Shun snorted and stuffed the bottle of medicine into his arms, "Go, go, who allowed you to touch it?! Have you finished packing the things I asked you to pack? And you, what are you doing standing there? The table has been wiped clean. What?"
The boys agreed, and Brother Shun gave orders again, saying that he wanted to eat fruit and drink water.
Finally, a group of boys worked and waited on him. Green plum drink and sweet fruits were placed beside the kang. A boy on the left fanned himself, and the one behind him massaged his back.
Brother Shun squinted his eyes contentedly, not forgetting to draw cakes for everyone, "Oh, yes, with this strength, yes, the bright spots on the mirror over there! When I become the general manager in the future, I will definitely support you."
The boy who was lying on him and massaging his back was also excited and immediately said softly: "Thank you, manager."
Gu Yunqiu didn't know anything about what happened in the room. He was still worried about the tree species——
Taking advantage of Brother Shun's incident, Gu Yunqiu advised the princess to reduce the number of people serving him:
If there are too many people standing out, it will give people a feeling of superiority, and even make the servants have the desire to bully others.
The princess was persuaded, and only one of the servants was left to serve closely, and only one of the guards was allowed to follow closely.
Gu Yunqiu got his wish and also collected some elm coins.
But he was alone, so it was too slow and inefficient to reduce the amount. It often took him half a day, and he was sweating from the sun, but he could only pick up a small bowl.
Gu Yunqiu hugged the small bowl and lay down on the kang in a depressed manner:
Then when will he be able to pick up enough——
