Xia Wuji hurriedly said: "We will do our best, but it will take a certain amount of time to verify the prescription, and we need to find someone to test the medicine. The time may not be short. Please give Zongzheng more time."
"This is natural." Ying Teng nodded.
Xia Wuji said: "Now that the prescription has been obtained, we won't keep any more."
Finished.
Xia Wuji bowed to Ying Teng and walked out of the hall with his bamboo stick.
The other imperial physicians followed closely behind.
After leaving the main hall, Xia Wuqi touched the medicine box beside him. The pattern on it had been rubbed into obscurity. He sighed softly: "If Ji Heng had not died, there might be a 'Bian Que' in the world. It's a pity that this People are influenced too much by the outside world and ultimately cannot escape this disaster.”
"well."
It was quiet.
No one dared to answer the call.
Xia Wuji shook his head, tapped the ground with his bamboo stick, and left smoothly.
the other side.
Cheng Miao looked at this stone wall with reluctance in his eyes, and said: "Zong Zheng, can we take this stone wall away? The literature and style on it are of great use to us. If we can use this as a direction, we may be able to Official script is more practical and can also reduce the time we spend wasting time."
Ying Teng frowned. He looked at the stone wall and then at the bamboo slips placed on the case. He finally nodded and said, "Yes, but Mrs. Xia's medical prescription has not been verified yet, so this stone wall cannot be damaged for the time being." , you need to understand the pros and cons."
Cheng Miao cupped his hands and said, "I understand."
"Never dare to damage it."
Ying Teng raised his forehead slightly, gave orders to Qi Gill, and left with a puff of sleeves.
Cheng Miao said: "I also asked Qi Yushi to send several officials to deliver this stone wall to the calligraphy survey office."
"Thank you, Cheng Miao."
Qi Gill smiled and said, "It's a small thing."
"If the official script can be standardized and written as soon as possible, it will be a blessing for scholars all over the world."
"As it should be."
Say it.
Qi Gill walked out of the palace, and then several petty officials arrived and carried the stone wall, which was about ten feet in diameter, to the calligraphy survey office step by step.
After the officials of the Censor's Office and the other officials of the Office of Calligraphy had left, Wang Cizhong couldn't bear it anymore and said angrily: "Qin is unruly, tigers and wolves are cruel, destroying calligraphy, destroying our civilization, the way of heaven is clear, and peace will last forever. ?!”
Cheng Miao looked at Wang Cizhong suspiciously and asked, "Why are you so angry about Ji Heng's murder?"
Wang Cizhong suddenly fell silent.
immediately.
Cheng Miao seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly said: "Ji family, Yan people, but I forgot this."
Cheng Miao smiled bitterly and shook his head.
Wang Cizhong was a native of Shanggu County of the Yan State, and his ancestors were from the Yan family. During the reign of King Yi of Yan, Wang Cizhong's ancestors followed a party of powerful ministers, and were later put down by Prince Ji Ping of Yan (King Yan Zhao). Wang Cizhong's lineage also followed. He was demoted to a commoner, and then moved to the upper valley to make a living by farming and herding.
Although Wang Cizhong's ancestor was deposed, he still has arrogance in his bones.
He also never recognized the Qin system.
It was only after Cheng Miao was released from prison that he was highly regarded by the Qin court and was in charge of writing and reforming the system. He even urged Wang Cizhong many times, so Wang Cizhong agreed to come to Xianyang. However, even so, Wang Cizhong did not recognize that he was serving the Qin court, only as an official. He did not want to be outside the world's civilization, and only focused on the grand and far-reaching reform of writing.
Wang Cizhong said: "I don't know who Ji Heng is."
"But he must be from Yan."
"Such a civilized and honest man was killed hastily and indiscriminately by the Qin court. Such cruelty has already eliminated civilization."
"I, Wang Cizhong, don't bother to waste my life for Qin Ting anymore!"
Wang Cizhong was furious.
Cheng Miao said in a deep voice: "Brother Wang, our long-cherished wish is to reform the writing system."
"Am I, Cheng Miao, someone who is greedy for official position?"
"Now that Ji Heng's stone carvings are in front of us, it gives us the opportunity to clear up the fog of writing reform. If we can take this opportunity to completely make the official script come out and be accepted by the world, these achievements will be worthy of heaven and earth. , so that we can live up to our lifelong struggle."
"Why should we lose the big for the small at this time?"
Wang Cizhong's expression softened slightly and he did not speak again.
...
Xianyang Palace.
Ying Teng bowed respectfully and said, "Your Majesty, Dr. Xia has obtained the prescription. Judging from its appearance, the prescription is genuine, but it will take some time to test the medicine."
Ying Teng paused for a moment, then said with a slightly different expression: "Ji Heng is indeed a man of many talents."
"This man is quite proficient in official calligraphy, and his writing skills are still better than those of the officials of the Calligraphy Bureau. He has been praised by Cheng Miao and others. He is also very talented in medicine. He has a residual prescription on the stone wall, which seems to relieve pain. Its effectiveness is highly praised by Xia Wu."
immediately.
Ying Teng's face darkened and he said in a serious voice: "I am worried now. This person is a remnant of the Six Kingdoms after all. What is his prescription?"
Ying Zheng glanced at Ying Teng indifferently and said coldly: "Ji Heng is dead."
Ying Teng's face turned pale and he quickly said: "I am speechless."
Ying Zheng said: "How is Fusu doing lately?"
"The eldest son has been studying hard recently and can hardly let go of the book." Ying Teng said.
Ying Zheng said coldly: "Sometimes hard work may not be useful."
"That's where the truth of the world lies."
"If you understand, you understand. If you don't understand, you don't understand."
"How many words are there in "Shang Jun Shu" and "Han Feizi"? This half month has been enough for him to read dozens or hundreds of times. Now he is still clinging to the books, how can he really calm down and think about the meaning contained in them? reason?"
"Thirsty and wears a well!"
Ying Teng smiled bitterly.
Your Majesty's requirements for the eldest son are too high.
In the past, the eldest son was obsessed with Confucianism, but now he finally changed his direction and began to study the Legalist classics. It is not easy to make such a big change. How can you ask for more?
But he also knew how much His Majesty valued the eldest son.
So I didn't dare to say much.
Ying Teng said a few more words about the prescription, then wisely exited the hall.
Inside the palace.
Ying Zheng's eyes were as usual and he was weighing something in his mind.
Alchemist!
In the past, he needed to use medicine stones to forcibly boost his spirits. If Ji Heng's medicine was effective, his body should be able to recover a lot. By then, the medicine stones refined by the alchemists would have little effect on him.
Ying Zheng looked uncertain, but in the end he did not completely reject it.
He said slowly: "Xu Fu's time to go to sea was when the tide was flat at the beginning of winter. There are still several months before the beginning of winter. Within two or three months, it will be enough for Xia Wu to verify the prescription. If the prescription is really effective, Xu Fu and others will not have much It’s useful.”
"It will be cleaned up by then."
"Confucius did not talk about strange powers and deranged spirits. The ancestors of the Qin Dynasty never took alchemists' medicinal stones. I am the only one who has relied on the alchemists' skills to survive these years."
Suddenly Ying Zheng sighed.
There was a rare hint of sadness in his eyes.
"Three months to go."
"I will wait another three months."
"Ji Heng, I hope you won't disappoint me."
The hall returned to calm.
Ying Zheng had withdrawn his mind and devoted himself wholeheartedly to reviewing the memorial.
The autumn wind rustled outside the hall.
Ji Heng, who lives in Xicheng, has become accustomed to daily life, and Fusu is about to end the lockdown.
Mid-September.
Fusu's one-month confinement is over.
