Twenty years have passed, and when I think of Emperor Taizu's voice and appearance, the emperor still feels his heart and mouth is stirred, and the corners of his eyes are slightly red.

"Father," After a while, Chu Yi's clear and moist voice rang in the quiet Dongguan Pavilion, "It is said that Taizu burned his handwritten letters before his death."

The emperor took a few deep breaths, calmed down, calmed down his mind a little, and then said in a hoarse voice: "Before Taizu died, he wrote several notes, most of which were torn and burned by him, leaving only the last one. Shortly after that book was finished, Taizu went west..."

"And the letters are gone."

"Before the Emperor Taizu's coffin was entered into the imperial tomb, the former emperor turned the entire palace around and searched several times, digging three feet into the ground, but found nothing."

"Hey, the late emperor always suspected that it was Fengyang's aunt who took the note."

Speaking of this, the emperor rubbed his eyebrows and felt a deep feeling of fatigue surge.

Seeing the emperor's fatigue, Chu Yi stood up and walked to the emperor's side, whispering: "Father, it's time for you to take a nap."

The emperor is already in the year of knowing the destiny of heaven. The dragon body has not been good these years. It has been a minor illness every three or five days. In the past few months, it is because Chu Yi has returned to the country. People feel refreshed when they are happy, and they look better.

When he met his son's concerning eyes, the emperor couldn't help but smile. He patted his son's hand without saying a word, and smiled relievedly: "Okay, I'll go and rest."

The emperor acted like a hand-off manager and ignored everything. He asked Zhao Rang to hold him the "Peach Blossom Picture" and left with mercy.

As soon as the emperor left, Chu Yi ordered Xiaoshi: "Go and call He Lie."

After half a cup of tea, He Lie, the commander of the Jinyiwei, came to his order and bowed with his fists.

"What's going on with Marquis Ji'an?" Chu Yi asked in a faint voice, with a faint smile on Junya's face, which made people unable to see joy and anger.

He Lie maintained a fist-clamping posture with a solemn expression.

Since Chu Yi took over the Jinyiwei, Jinyiwei has truly become the emperor's eyes and ears. They know clearly about these major events that have happened in the capital.

He Lie replied concisely: "Marquis Ji'an regrets it. He went to Duke Wei's mansion three days ago to ask for forgiveness, and gave himself a dagger..."

"Jian Hou was not very deep, but the first doctor did not treat the wound, causing external evil to enter the body, and the wound to become red and swollen and eroded, resulting in a high fever that almost went to the gate of hell."

"That day, Doctor Wan of Wancaotang took the initiative to come to the Marquis' Mansion. Mrs. Marquis Ji'an tried it as a living horse."

"After applying the medicine, Ji'an Hou subsided in the middle of the night and woke up at dawn."

"Although his wound has not healed now, it has healed so much that he can almost stay."

Chu Yi's right hand knuckles casually on the desk, and his fingers on his other hand occasionally gently stroked the small blue porcelain jar, his eyelashes half-hung, and he didn't know what he was thinking, but seemed to be listening, but he seemed to not care much about what He Lie said.

After He Lie finished reporting, the house fell into silence.

He Lie looked at Chu Yi quietly, waiting for his orders.

Seeing that he was silent for a long time, He Lie searched and thought about it. He thought of another thing that seemed irrelevant and related, so he replied again: "Your Highness, the head of the Ministry of War He also bought a few cans of penicillium and put it back."

"oh?"

Chu Yi just said such a simple word, He Lie understood his intentions and continued to tactfully: "A few days ago, a team of troops from Shenshu Camp returned from Yanzhou to suppress bandits. A lieutenant and several soldiers in the camp had a high fever after being injured. The military doctor used various decoctions and medicines to no avail. The injured had been in high fever. The Ministry of War should have bought Penicillium powder for them."

Chu Yi looked at the white medicine powder in the small porcelain jar, his thin lips curled up with an unknown curve, and his eyes were deep.

Penicillin? Penicillin powder?

He never believed that there would be such coincidences in this world.

As He Lie said, the Ministry of War was indeed the medicine that was bought for this reason. This medicine was used on the injured that day.

In just two or three days, all the injuries subsided.

The injuries they suffered were not severe. These soldiers in the army were both young and well-founded. After the fever subsided, they recovered in a few days.

Wu Zhongde, Minister of War, attached great importance to this matter and immediately reported the whole story to the emperor. Several military doctors from the Imperial Hospital jointly presented the injuries and medication records of the wounded patients, etc.

For this matter, even the eldest princess Fengyang was alarmed.

When Fengyang heard that the penicillin written by Taizu in his letter appeared, he couldn't help but go to the rumored Wancaotang.

For more than ten days, Wancaotang has been known to everyone in the capital. Even passers-by who pass by by chance will take a few curious glances.

Fengyang looked up at the sign with three golden lacquer words "Wancaotang" written on it, and then walked in.

The front hall is very empty, with a row of medicine cabinets extending straight to the roof on one wall. The air is filled with a strong fragrance of medicine and the smell of mugwort.

This clinic is quite bright and spotless at first glance.

"Is the old lady here to seek medical treatment?" The guy wearing a mask on his face greeted him with a smile, looked up and down at the old woman in front of him, and said with a wide mouth, "If you are looking for trauma, you should look at Doctor Wan; if you are looking for internal medicine for wind, cold, headache, gastrointestinal discomfort, etc., you should look at Doctor Liu; we have doctors here, who are good at gynecology and pediatrics."

Fengyang wore an ordinary blue dress today, with gray hair tied up the simplest round bun, and only had a jade hairpin as jewelry.

At first glance, he was an ordinary old woman in the city.

Feng Yang shook his head and his deep eyes turned around the white mask on the guy's face.

The proposal of doctors to wear masks was also proposed by Taizu. Taizu said that covering the mouth and nose with masks can prevent some infectious diseases such as colds and coughs. Ling Shang Pharmaceutical Bureau regulates the Tianxia Medical Center and the pharmacy.

Unfortunately, once the emperor and the ministers were born, after Taizu passed away, Shang Pharmaceutical Bureau stopped pursuing these rules. Gradually, there were no medical clinics or pharmacies that followed.

The guy looked at Fengyang again. From her demeanor and the jade hairpin she wore on her head, she could be the old lady from a wealthy family, with a stronger smile, thinking that maybe the old lady from a wealthy business family had heard of the reputation of Wancaotang to join in the fun.

"Old lady, have you ever heard of Penicillium powder from our Wancaotang?" The guy greeted Feng Yang enthusiastically, "That's a magical medicine for treating trauma. Buy one and be prepared for any trouble."

"I just heard the name of your unique secret recipe, so I came over and take a look." Fengyang continued to walk in, looked at the middle-aged doctor who was in the clinic, and asked in a gossip, "Who is your boss?"

During these days, there were many people who came to inquire about their boss. The guy had long been used to dealing with similar inquiries and replied with a smile: "To be honest, the young ones don't know."

"I heard from our Doctor Wan that he was originally from Yuzhou and fled to the capital and was rescued by our boss by chance. Doctor Wan was grateful and stayed in the capital to serve his boss."

"Old lady, let me tell you, even the Ministry of War has come to us to buy Penicillium powder. Think about the medicine that even the imperial court dares to use, is that a magical medicine?"

The waiter was excited, while Feng Yang was a little absent-minded when he heard it. What the other party said was similar to what the Jinyiwei said.

But Fengyang always felt an inexplicable sense of incongruity. She looked around again. It was obvious that this clinic with bright and clean windows was actually something particularly surprising.

"Give me a can." Feng Yang said lightly.

When the guy heard this, his eyes lit up in an instant and he replied enthusiastically: "Okay!"

He knew that this was an old lady from a wealthy family. Can this ordinary family take out ten taels of silver at will?!

Fengyang was sent out of Wancaotang by a enthusiastic friend, and the carriage from the princess's mansion was waiting outside.

She was about to get on the carriage, but suddenly she stopped moving when she saw two familiar figures in a tea shop on the street opposite.

Two slim figures, one blue and one purple, were close together intimately biting their ears. One was lively and sassy, ​​the other was lazy and bright, and the vibrant girl made the colors around her seem to become brighter.

Isn’t this the beautiful girl of the Wei family and... that little girl from the Gu family who is a bit amazing!

Feng Yang raised his eyebrows and stopped motionlessly.

The female guard beside her was going to help her get into the carriage, but when she saw this, she called out softly: "Master?" She thought something was wrong.

Feng Yang raised his hand and made a gesture, signaling them to leave first, and walked alone towards the tea shop diagonally opposite. A few meters away, he heard Wei Jiaoniang's giggle, as crisp as a bell.

The girl's good mood could not be concealed, and it was extremely contagious, which made Feng Yang's lips curl up.

"Girl." She called out, so the two little girls in the tea shop turned their heads and looked at her with their backs.

"Dian..." Wei Jiaoniang smiled brilliantly. "What a coincidence."

Wei Jiaoniang hesitated for a moment and then warmly called Feng Yang to sit down.

She didn't notice where Fengyang came from, but Gu Yanfei noticed it. From the corner of her eyes, she glanced at Wancaotang not far away, and then quietly withdrew her gaze.

Wei Jiaoniang greeted the waiter from the tea shop to serve tea to Fengyang again, and said with a smile: "Are you also watching the fun?"

"What's the excitement?" Feng Yang asked casually.

"Hehe, grandfather is coming back today." Wei Jiaoniang said with a refreshing spirit, "I will take Yan Fei to watch the fun together."

As he said that, Wei Jiaoniang pointed to the direction of the Xicheng Gate.

Fengyang looked in the direction the little girl pointed, and saw another familiar figure at the city gate.

"Ji'an Hou?" Feng Yang's tone was plain, neither cold nor hot.

Wei Jiaoniang leaned over and whispered: "He is here to wait for his grandfather too."

Although the parties involved were temporarily holding on to the matter between Wei Wan, Xu Yan, Xu Luo and his son for various reasons, Feng Yang was well-informed and still knew about it.

After impeaching the Marquis of Ji'an, Duke of Wei asked to see the emperor in private, and told him all the causes and consequences in tears.

Fengyang was quite disdainful of Ji'an Hou Xu Yan.

At this time, the waiter shouted and served tea.

Such street-side tea shops, such as those serious tea houses, provide tea water just to quench ordinary people's thirst.

But Feng Yang didn't care. He picked up the teacup, blew it, and then took a few sips. He looked unrestrained and didn't look like a noble princess who was tall and above.

Gu Yanfei looked at Fengyang, then looked at the cup of tea in front of Wei Jiaoniang.

Even though Wei Jiaoniang didn't say a word of disgust, Gu Yanfei couldn't see it. Wei Jiaoniang was not used to such a street tea shop and was not very comfortable. The reason why she chose such a place to sit down was just to watch the fun.

Because the mood of watching the fun is higher than anything else, Wei Jiaoniang doesn't care about these details.

But Fengyang is different.

Gu Yanfei looked at Fengyang steadily, looking at the other party's old but not turbid wise eyes.

Seeing Gu Yanfei looking at him, Fengyang also looked at Gu Yanfei.
To be continued...