It was already approaching evening when An Yan returned to his residence. He felt extremely hungry without eating since last night. It was like living in a refugee camp outside the city.
He asked Xiangyun and Zhenniang to bring a lot of fruit, but these things did not make him full, and were far less satisfying than carbohydrates. He also kept in mind the words of Master Xuanyi, and said that the fruit he ate last night was He still remembers the feeling very clearly. If it were not the case, he would not be so patient.
Xiangyun and Zhenniang were boiling medicine there, while Anyan was reading a book to make herself forget her hunger.
When the soup was ready, An Yan drank it in one gulp, regardless of the bitterness, and then ate the second red anchovy fruit.
The difference from yesterday was that this time he no longer felt the cool feeling. Instead, there was a heat spreading in his body, reaching all his limbs. But the same as yesterday, this feeling also made him feel extremely comfortable. , as if lying in a warm bed on a cold winter day.
An Yan was extremely surprised by the magic of the red anchovy fruit, and wondered whether the feeling of the third one would be different.
In order to relieve his hunger, he went to bed early. He had another dream that night and came to the same place as last night, like a fairyland.
There was also the light group. This time he could see it clearly. There seemed to be a figure hiding in it. But when the light group enveloped him, he could see nothing, only an endless sense of comfort.
When An Yan opened her eyes, the window was gray and the sun had not yet risen.
He felt his mouth was dry for a while, so he stood up and walked to the table and drank a whole bottle of water to feel better. He took a breath and looked down at his body. An Yan always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't put it in words.
But Master Xuanyi should have no reason to harm herself. Otherwise, there would be no need for her to help her enter the city that day.
After eating some more fruit, Anyan went straight to Wentang Pavilion. There was a lack of entertainment activities, and he had nothing else to do for the time being except reading. Learning about the world would also allow him to quickly integrate into this era.
He was the first one to come. There was only Mr. Lin sitting on the imperial chair at the entrance of Wentang Pavilion, concentrating on reading. Next to him was a small table with simple tea and snacks on it.
An Yan originally wanted to go up and greet him, but seeing that he was so absorbed in reading, he didn't bother him and walked directly into the attic.
Arriving at the familiar bookshelf, An Yan found that the place where the history books were placed had been cleaned, and the dusty books were now wiped clean.
An Yan was thoughtful, then picked out a few books, found a seat and sat down to read.
He has already read the general history, and what he is reading now is the chronicles of some emperors and the biographies of famous officials and generals. Understanding these will prevent him from being completely unaware when others quote scriptures when chatting with others.
After briefly reading a few history books, Anyan found some military and industrial machinery books. Unfortunately, these books could only be used for literacy purposes and did not introduce anything else.
"My little brother also likes mechanics?"
Just when An Yan was looking at it, a voice suddenly sounded in his ears.
An Yan looked up and saw a middle-aged man standing next to him. He was wearing very simple clothes, which was rare in the prime minister's palace. An Yan felt that even the materials of the servants' clothes were better than what he was wearing.
However, this man has a handsome appearance, with thick eyebrows and short beard, and a pair of sharp sword eyes.
This aura made An Yan dare not take it lightly. He stood up and cupped his hands and said, "I'm just a little interested."
The middle-aged man smiled and said: "I'm usually the first to join the cabinet. I didn't expect someone to come earlier than me today, so I couldn't help but come over to disturb you. I hope you'll forgive me, little brother, Shi Zhe."
"An Yan." An Yan also introduced himself.
Shi Zhe said in surprise: "I heard that a new nephew of Prime Minister Yu has arrived in the Prime Minister's Mansion. He should be Mr. An."
"Master Yu Xiang is indeed my uncle."
"Mr. An is diligent and studious." Shi Zhe was polite, then looked at the books on the table and said: "This "Thousand Machines Illustrated Book" was written a few years ago, and now the Shenji Xuanjia Factory has updated it. The iteration is so fast, many new creations are not found in "Thousand Machines Catalog"."
An Yan said clearly: "That's right...Brother Shi is very knowledgeable about mechanics."
Shi Zhe chuckled lightly and sat down opposite An Yan: "You know a little bit, there are many readers in Wentang Pavilion, but most of them come here for poems, songs and the Four Books and Five Classics. I didn't expect there to be anyone like An Yan." Someone like you is willing to study mechanical engineering books."
"It's not about studying, it's just literacy."
Shi Zhe put the book he was holding on the table and handed it over: "If Mr. An is really interested, you can go up to the second floor, where the collection of books is more detailed."
An Yan took it and opened it and looked at it, and found that the description in the book was more detailed. In addition to the pictures, it also had uses and advantages, such as the weapons that An Yan saw on the Xuanjia Guards outside the city. There are descriptions on the armor.
"Cold Phosphorus Armor...Black Phosphorus Sword...Xuanjia Guard Equipment..."
After briefly flipping through a few pages, An Yan nodded and said with a smile: "This book is indeed much more detailed. Thank you Brother Shi."
Shi Zhe said with a smile: "The Mysterious Armor is the most important art of the country. Apart from the personnel of the two factories, the only people who can come into contact with it are sergeants. The distance between it and ordinary people is too far. People who are interested in it are not Duo, it’s a blessing to see Mr. An today.”
"Brother Shi is serious in his words, but I am not very knowledgeable. I dare not say that I have the same interests as Brother Shi."
It was still early, and there was no one in Wentang Pavilion for the time being. The two of them sat there chatting without worrying about disturbing others.
"What's the difference between the Chang'an and Luoyang factories?" An Yan asked.
"Chang'an Xuanji Factory generally produces large-scale machinery, heavy industrial equipment that can dig mountains, mines, and cut rocks, while Luoyang Xuanji Factory mostly manufactures weapons and armor. Each factory has its own strengths."
It is worth mentioning that Xuantang was not a system of three provinces and six ministries, but three provinces and five ministries.
There was no Ministry of Industry in the Xuantang Dynasty, and it was replaced by the Tiangong Academy. The chief officer was the head of the Tiangong Academy, a second-rank official, and had two major Xuanji factories under his jurisdiction.
Tiangongyuan is a very special and independent institution. The head of Tiangongyuan usually does not participate in government affairs, and has a very high status, enjoying the treatment of a national teacher.
The two chatted happily. Although An Yan was mostly asking Shi Zhe for advice, every time Shi Zhe told him something created by the Mystery Factory, An Yan could immediately guess its purpose, which surprised Shi Zhe.
Near noon, An Yan's stomach suddenly made a "gurgling" sound, which interrupted the conversation between the two.
"Is it time for dinner already?" Shi Zhe looked at the sky outside the window and said with a smile.
"When I was talking to An Xiandi, I didn't realize that time had passed."
An Yan was a little embarrassed and cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Brother Shi, for your generous advice."
Shi Zhe said thoughtfully, "Brother An Xian is very talented in mechanics. If you study this skill carefully, you will definitely achieve something."
An Yan couldn't help but laugh: "Brother Shi is overrated. I don't have any great talent. I'm just making random guesses."
He doesn't have any great talent, but he had a lot of similar heavy industrial machinery in his previous life. Although the principles are different, he can still know its general purpose when he sees it, so it's not like he has read a book from heaven.
Shi Zhe also smiled, stood up and said, "Sit down, dear brother, and go get some food for me."
An Yan said hurriedly: "Brother Shi, there's no need. I've been feeling unwell recently and am recovering. I'm not allowed to eat meaty grains. Brother Shi can just eat by himself."
Shi Zhe's reaction was the same as Yu Huanzhang's, with a strange look on his face: "What else can I eat without eating meaty grains? Which doctor asked this wise brother to do this?"
An Yan muttered: "It's Zhenren Xuanyi."
However, Shi Zhe's eyes changed after hearing this, and the look he looked at An Yan became unclear.
"That's it... then, dear brother, please be careful on your own."
After saying that, he raised his hands to An Yan and said, "Brother An Xian, I'll take my leave first and see you later."
An Yan was a little dazed, how could the other party have such an attitude after hearing about Master Xuan Yi.
What does it mean to tell yourself to be careful...?
"Brother Shi?"
By the time An Yan came to his senses, Shi Zhe had already walked away.
There were already many people in Wentang Pavilion at this time, and it was lunch time. Many people took meals from the canteen here and ate while reading. There were many diligent and studious people in this era.
An Yan also felt unbearably hungry, so he left Wentang Pavilion and returned to his residence.
At the entrance of the courtyard, I saw Xiangyun, Zhenniang and Zhang Quan sitting together and talking about something. When An Yan came closer, they noticed that they all stood up and saluted.
"What are we talking about?" An Yan asked casually.
Xiangyun and Zhenniang looked at each other. Xiangyun pursed his lips and said, "Yesterday, someone in the house died."
"Really?" An Yan was also a little surprised. "Who died?"
"It's Madam's personal maid, Minglan!"
"..."
Zhenniang also added: "I heard that when I was out swimming in the lake with my wife, I lost my footing and fell into the water."
The expression on An Yan's face instantly faded, and her eyes flickered.
After a while, he said: "Yeah, I understand, let's go cook."
"Cooking?" Xiangyun was a little surprised. Master An had clearly ordered that he only eat fruits these days.
"I'm hungry, let's go cook." An Yan said again.
"Okay!" The two maids immediately responded and went to inform the cook.
After An Yan returned to her room, she drank half a bottle of water, and then called Zhang Quan again.
"Is there a doctor at home?"
"Yes!" Zhang Quan nodded and said, "Master An wants to diagnose a disease, I can call for you."
"Well, go ahead."
The doctor in the Prime Minister's Mansion was an old man over fifty years old. Although his beard and hair were white, his eyes looked full of energy. An Yan felt that he was proficient in health care with just one glance.
When the old man saw An Yan for the first time, he said, "Young Master An has not been eating well recently."
The doctor's surname was Sun, and he was originally a royal physician in the palace. Being able to work in the prime minister's house, his standards were certainly not low.
"Since yesterday, I have only eaten some fruit."
The old man sat down again and felt Anyan's pulse. He stroked his beard and thought for a moment, then said, "I'm going to prescribe some prescriptions for Mr. An to appetize and strengthen the spleen. Taking a few doses should be effective."
An Yan was not in a hurry and asked, "Mr. Sun, is there anything else wrong with my body?"
These words made the old man take another look at An Yan: "What's wrong with Master An?"
An Yan said: "I drank a lot of water in the past two days, but I haven't had urination."
But the old man said strangely: "Master An's pulse does not look like someone with kidney problems."
An Yan took out the prescription again and asked the old man to look at it. After reading it, the old man said, "This is a prescription for nourishing qi and blood."
Then he exclaimed softly: "What is this red wormwood?"
An Yan took out the last red fruit and let the other party see it. However, the old man looked at it for a long time and shook his head: "I have been practicing medicine for decades. I am familiar with various medical prescriptions and medical treatises. I have seen countless rare medicines." , but have never seen this thing before.”
"I got this from the largest pharmacy in the city," An Yan said.
The old man then said: "You are talking about Yu Zhenyuan. His employer, Zou Xing'an, is an old acquaintance of mine and a famous doctor in the world. Since he dares to prescribe medicine to you, I think there will be nothing wrong with you."
He said this, but he was murmuring in his heart, what is the origin of this red angustifolia fruit? Did Zou Xingan get any other medical prescription?
The old man finally left the doctor's instructions and left, and Xiangyun also came over to invite him to dinner.
An Yan got up and went to the toilet. He unbuttoned his robe and stood there for a long time with no response. In the past, even if he no longer had the urge to urinate, he could always come out as long as he stood like this.
What went wrong...
An Yan sat down at the dining table and looked at the exquisite food on the table. He felt his stomach was ringing. He just thought about it for a moment and then started to eat happily.
He didn't doubt Xuanyi at first, but Shi Zhe's reaction today and the weirdness of his body forced An Yan to become concerned.
The turbid qi mentioned by Master Xuanyi is too mysterious. If it is said to be moisture or fire qi, An Yan can still understand it.
That night, An Yan, who had eaten and drank enough, had some insomnia.
The doors and windows indoors are closed, and ice cubes are placed in the corner to make the room temperature less hot.
An Yan was lying on the bed, feeling calm but still unable to fall asleep. Suddenly she saw a flash of light outside the window, the door opened silently, without any movement, and the pale moonlight broke into the room instantly.
An Yan, who was horrified and startled, was about to jump up and touch the dagger under his pillow, but the person who walked into the room made him freeze instantly.
The man was wearing a wide robe, his black hair was simply tied up with a wooden hairpin, and he wore a half-transparent veil on his face. He was holding a fly whisk and walked quietly. Under the moonlight, this figure looked holy and solemn.
