Yang Yizhong looked at the pile of medicinal materials in front of him and blinked.

In order to prevent possible interested parties from prying into the details of intrauterine medication, he personally selected two teams and led people to collect all the medicinal materials related to typhoid fever in the Chengnan medicinal material warehouse, each weighing fifty taels. They can be used as large and small packages for real distribution.

In front of him, as a person who couldn't even tell the difference between Ephedra and Bupleurum, let alone picking out which pile was Qianghuo and which was Solitary Worker, he was still stunned for a moment before he came back to his senses. And this shock made him fiercely

Pan Guozhang, who was staring at him, saw the flaw.

"I have long heard people say that Commander Yang is loyal and unrivaled by others. I have learned the lesson today. But Commander, don't forget. You can slowly choose from the medical books here, but the official's illness cannot afford to delay it.

!" The anger in Pan Guozhang's eyes almost turned into reality - it was obvious that his character was doubted and his professional level was insulted, but he was worried about the reputation of the Imperial City Division and did not dare to break up with him. Comparing one's feelings, if one did not mention the official family

With these two words, Yang Yizhong almost felt a sense of pity.

However, at this moment, he just said in a calm tone: "In that case, please ask Medical Officer Pan to confirm that if there are no missing medicinal materials, wait until the doctor from the Royal Pharmacy Bureau here weighs the ingredients and then send them to prepare the prescription."

"——Ginseng, mint, poria, pinellia... It's quite complete." Pan Yongshou carefully identified the circle, snorted, and barely squeezed out recognition through his teeth. Yang Yi relaxed slightly and waved.

He waved his hand and signaled the long-awaited squad members to start picking up the medicine. For a moment, from the trusted commander standing behind him to the servants in green who accidentally entered the scene and were ordered not to leave, a whole courtyard of people who dared not leave seemed to be relieved.

It is the same as the method of restraint in "Journey to the West: Conquering Demons". Some people give orders in a hurry, while others respond carefully with smiles and flattery. They call for inventory, transportation and sweeping, and they immediately get busy or pretend to be busy.

But the father of the imperial concubine looked at the crowd of people who had intentionally or unintentionally avoided the center of the little storm in the middle of the courtyard, and finally couldn't swallow his breath. "The official family was in its prime in the Spring and Autumn Period. Occasionally, it is infected with the current qi. If it is diagnosed and treated in time, it will not be a serious problem." He said.

He turned around and glanced at Yang Yizhong up and down, and sneered, "It's Mr. Yang, I see how enthusiastic you are - it's a pity that there is still a white alum and a southern star here, otherwise I would have to carefully prepare a serving of Yuzhi for Mr. Yang

Pill, isn’t it suitable for both public and private matters?”

Having said that, Pan Guozhang walked away without even waiting for Yang Yizhong's reply.

"Puch."

Yang Yizhong turned around and looked at the doctor from the Royal Pharmacy Bureau who was not far away and was coaxed and coaxed by the Imperial City Secretary to supervise the selection and brewing of medicine. Under his sight, he immediately cowered his neck like a frightened quail and tried to lower his presence.

He couldn't help but sigh. He didn't have to memorize "Compendium of Materia Medica" and "Sheng Hui Fang" like the other party to understand that Pan Yongshou was scolding him for having phlegm syndrome. But he immediately turned around and pressed

Tired, he continued to stare at the squad members weighing the medicinal materials, leaving the doctor behind - he had sworn long ago that this time, from selecting the medicinal materials to boiling the pot, not a single step would escape his eyes.

, how can I care about such a trivial offense.

"Thirty taels of Zhigancao!"

He had asked for prescriptions before, and memorized the prescriptions. Licorice was the main ingredient among these dozen herbs, which harmonized the exterior and interior, and had a sweet taste.

And that person... must also like desserts. As soon as he came out of the well, he was thinking about ice cream. But Mrs. Pan made it herself, and in the end, the other person didn't even touch a morsel. She actually shared all the desserts that the beauty had worked so hard to make.

It was given to the soldiers of the Red Heart Team. As far as Yang Yizhong knows, if the current Red Heart Team gathers people to drink in private, drinks at a high place, ranks seniority, and boasts about their merits, there will always be one or two old men jumping out and showing off that they have tasted the palace.

He was personally rewarded by the noble man, and blew the taste of ice cream to the sky. But the tacit understanding between his colleagues for many years made him well aware that Liu Yan, who did not say a word every time in the Imperial City Division report and was only responsible for the checkout, was actually the same as him.

I don’t want to hear the word ice cream anymore.

The turbulent imperial court fled south in panic, and the golden men who followed them were pressing closer. The "amnesiac" emperor shared some snacks and stayed overnight in the camp of the Red Heart Team to show that he shared the joys and sorrows with everyone, but instead aroused the rebellious thoughts of the ignorant fool.

.Counterinsurgency, appeasement, anxiety about one's personal fate, and overwhelming fear. In the eyes of those who truly knew the overall situation, that night was truly indescribable.

That night, Yang Yizhong made up his mind across the tent.

"Xiong? Thirty taels, peeled poria, peeled ginseng, thirty taels each!"

Three kinds of adjuvant medicines: Ligusticum rhizome to promote blood circulation, Poria cocos to remove dampness, and ginseng to reverse the flow of water to strengthen the root and help the vitality.

While crossing the Huai River on a snowy boat, the man's words made the young censor Zhongcheng burst into tears. Yang Yizhong looked at the other man's figure blankly, feeling that the metal discs with strange patterns hidden under his body seemed to be heated by the man's words.

, vaguely corresponding to the boiling blood in his heart. The moment the boat left the shore, he understood that even if he never believed in strange powers and gods, a miracle really came from the well that autumn and opened his eyes in front of him.

Later, everyone said that his old superior Zhang Jun and Zhang Boying were fond of money and good at gambling, and had achieved wealth and fame for a lifetime with Caicheng. But only Yang Yizhong knew that he had observed, suspected, and hesitated, but as early as in Mingdao Palace, he had

With the words "One Thought and Four Words", the fate of the country for nearly two hundred years of the Song Dynasty was entrusted to God's will.

Fortunately, God's will has not failed.

"Thirty taels each of Bupleurum, Pediculus, Platycodon, and Fructus Aurantii need to be removed!"

The four-flavored ministerial medicine helps to relieve the symptoms and regulate the lungs, and relieve the sluggish Qi in the chest.

The battle of Yaoshan shocked the world. At that time, he had just recovered from his new injury, so he accompanied the man to carry the stacks of white papers with book titles to the newly built temple in the back mountain like water. This was a boring and repetitive task, and it didn't take long.

He was as familiar with the temple as the imperial tent. As the imperial camp casualty statistics were constantly updated, the number of names that the man had to copy became more and more, so he took the imperial squad to take the responsibility of going from the tent to the mountainside temple.

After the local civilian craftsmen gradually spread the news about the emperor's personal memorial tablet, the nearby people from the families of the Western Army got the news and came over in twos and threes to worship in advance. As long as they did not go towards the imperial tent, that person would not

Let them stop them, and eventually more and more soldiers from the Western Army came to worship, and Qu Duan even asked Qi Duan to report military information and came to visit. According to Ban Zhi who was present, Qu Duanjin, who had made great contributions this time, came to worship.

He walked into the temple gate, rarely saying a word, only looking for familiar names, and stayed inside for half an hour.

One day he had just delivered a new stack of lists. Because this list included the imperial banzhi who had died in the battle under his command, he stayed for a while longer, trying to figure out where these gods would be placed according to the carving progress of the craftsmen.

The location. After he roughly estimated the direction, thinking that nothing happened before him, he started chatting with an old craftsman who had just changed his shift.

After a chat, I found out that the craftsman came from Xihe Road. He had three sons and five grandsons in his family. The eldest son and two grandsons died in the early years of the king's affairs. During the Battle of Yaoshan, the second son was sent to be a civilian husband, and the third son followed Liu Jinglue, while he himself

He became a craftsman accompanying the army, leaving only his old wife and several daughters-in-law to take care of his three young grandchildren.

The craftsman was old and dazzled, and could not clearly see the fine armor on his body, nor did he know his identity. He only felt that the Linzhou accent he specially brought was somewhat friendly, and he thought he was also a Western soldier who came to pay homage to his comrades nearby.

The young man actually talked to him for a long time, telling him about the ferocity of the Jin people in the past, how he missed his old wife, young children and grandchildren at home, and finally asked him to find out the whereabouts of his third son - there was a rumor that Liu Jinglue's army was defeated, and he was worried day and night.

Worried about his third son.

He knew that Liu Xi's remnant army on Xihe Road was resting nearby. If there was still no news at this moment, the old craftsman's son was most likely to be in trouble. But looking at the expectant eyes of the other party, he was in a dilemma and could not think of what to do.

Open your mouth.

The old craftsman heard that he was silent for a long time, squinted his eyes to see his expression, then sighed, and gave him an ugly smile, "Young man, I have asked many people recently, and I probably know what happened in my heart.

It's over. You don't need to bother making up words to coax me. My son, if my son is really gone, then I will carve these tablets carefully every day to carve my son. I want to tell him that they are official.

The official's name has not been forgotten."

His heart was shaken, and he raised his eyes to look at the memorial tablets around the patio. He suddenly thought of his grandfather and father who had written their own names to summon souls for burial. He was momentarily absent-minded and could only hear the craftsman murmuring sideways to the Hou Dan statue,

"We couldn't win in previous years, but the officials won as soon as they came. My son, don't worry, this time, the real dragon emperor finally led us to defeat the Jin people. The old man heard what the military scholars said, from now on

Then we can have a peaceful year..."

He couldn't bear to listen anymore, so he made an excuse to miss the time to return to camp. He clasped his fists and turned around to leave the temple. But as soon as he went out, he found the man standing silently outside the temple. He didn't know how long he had been listening outside the temple.

He quickly apologized, and the man casually waved his hand and asked him to stand up, but looked at him for a long time without saying a word, and finally said: "Zhengfu, this temple is dedicated to the god of those who died in the battle in Yao Mountain. As for Jingkang,

People who have sacrificed their lives for the country since then, such as Bachelor Li Ruoshui, your father and ancestors, and countless other people who have sacrificed their lives - I have long planned to hold a grand memorial ceremony in Tokyo in the future."

His heart felt sour, and he bent down to worship, but felt relieved in his chest, knowing that the man had guessed what he had thought before. This time the Lou family was crowned, and if his grandfather was alive in heaven, he could rest in peace. And in the battle of Yaoshan,

The attack and defense turned into a stalemate. Just as the craftsman said, the land that his father and ancestors had protected should have peaceful years in the future.

His bow was sincere.

"Qiang lives thirty taels! Lives alone thirty taels!"

The two herbs are used to dispel wind and cold, strengthen the body and eliminate evil.

For several years in Bianliang, he looked at the increasingly crowded Tokyo city, thinking about the newly restored Han family's hometown in Xingqing Prefecture. He led the imperial city to seize the family and seize people without scruples. When he went to court, he dared to look directly into Da Zongzheng's eyes.

He believed that he was worthy of Zhao's country and country. Only once in the fifth year of Jianyan's reign did he lower his head and be extremely respectful in front of the newly returned Queen Mother at Baimadu. He allowed a trace of pity as thin as morning mist to pass through his heart, but

I couldn't help but laugh at myself for my hypocrisy.

Because in the final analysis, whether it was the noble Queen Mother or the ardent mother standing in front of him, holding hands and asking questions, he essentially didn't care.

And so did that person.

When the other party told him to go to meet the Queen Mother first, his tone was calm and his expression was calm. There was no hint of self-consciousness or guilt in his voice.

And after turning around in the afternoon, he turned away from everyone and explained the Queen Mother's makeup and clothing one by one. Finally, his selfishness that should have been left in the dark took over. He looked up at the other party, wanting to confirm that he was accomplices in the face of the upcoming test.

Are you ready?

The man looked back, his expression as usual, and said a warm word of hard work to Yang Yizhong like every day in the past, and then waved him to leave. Under the skylight of the hall, the man and the red robe and gold belt almost blended into one.

, like a born emperor.

But the next day before the White Horse Crossing, the other party pulled out a sharp knife from his waist, cut off the emperor's robe, and made a shocking declaration, vowing to be incompatible with the prosperity of Henan in the old Song Dynasty. In his passionate words, he expressed his gratitude to the billions of people in both rivers.

He was concerned about the livelihood of the people, and was so disgraceful that he did not look like an official who should rule the world together with the scholar-bureaucrats.

That person didn’t care that the innocent noble daughter of the clan was snatched away, but that person didn’t give him face when the blood relative of this body returned to the queen mother. From Zhang Rong of Liangshanbo who entered the list of orphans to the maidservant in Tokyo City, it became a case where the prime minister had an affair with him.

Facts have proved time and time again that the other party's focus is completely different from that of the world. Since the autumn of the first year of Jianyan, Yang Yizhong has left some of the words of the sages behind, and since the original learning was passed down, he even

He began to doubt whether any of the great Confucian sages of the past dynasties really understood the Great Way. But when that person held the Yuetai Grand Ceremony, Yang Yizhong looked at the countless nameless and famous tablets, and recalled the patio in the Yaoshan Temple.

God listens to the people, and God sees to the people.

Sages are born with this knowledge, so they can know whether the twelve crowns are evil or...

But after all, there are no saints in the world, and it is not like Lu Gongxiang wants to become a saint immediately - even if he becomes a saint, he may not know more than Yang Yizhong. If that person cuts his finger, it will bleed, and he needs food when he is hungry, so restrain him

It should still be the law of the world.

So he found the newly revised laws and regulations of Xingtong, and asked people to collect many strange essays such as "Ten Continents" and "Youyang Zazu". Late at night, he listened to the man's breathing and took inventory of Xingtong.

The punishment for evil spirits hiding in the emperor's body and for those who fail to report what they know.

Weary of victory, fearful of suppression, regicide, conspiracy... The first offender and his accomplices may have traveled more than a large distance or traveled three thousand miles.

He had always suppressed these thoughts in his heart, refusing to let bizarre imaginations and fears invade his day. But when the situation came to a head, he was in a comatose palace. The emperor's prescription was said to be to strengthen the body and dispel evil.
To be continued...