So, which one is good and which one is evil?

Who... is worthy of being your king?

But there was something unique about Jun's medicine - he lowered his eyes slightly, unwilling to continue staring at the light brown tuber on the scale that made him anxious just by its name, and he did not dare to really let it out of sight.

If you live alone, who should live?

He knows his own mind.

The long process of selecting and weighing medicinal materials is finally over. The doctor from the Royal Pharmacy Bureau has turned around and walked in the direction of the Jianping Pharmacy under the escort of a Ban Zhi. Yang Yizhong held up the weighed medicines in front of the others.

Ban Zhi, who was waiting for his instructions on the medicinal materials, nodded and motioned for them to follow him. He also stood up and gave a deep order to one of the two trusted commanders who were also waiting for his orders before heading to the medicine decoction station.

"Keep an eye on the Pan family for me. If there is any unusual movement, report it immediately."

The commander sang in a respectful voice, accepted the order and left.

But of course he knew the other party's true thoughts - if it was an ordinary family, and the young master's illness was not cured yet, but his relatives went to death to offend the doctor who came to treat him, then there would be relatives and friends who would come out and say good words without money, so take it easy.

Cheeks are smooth. What's more, the doctor is still a cheap father-in-law. Although he is a close servant in the office every day, how can he compare with the warm fragrance of nephrite in the same bed.

Another confidant commander who he sent out to investigate two days ago but found nothing had already advised him without any secret: "The commander is loyal and devoted to the country, and he sacrifices himself for the country, which is admired by his subordinates. But after all, we can't be close to each other, and Medical Officer Pan

He is the biological father of the imperial concubine. No one can control the holy family members more than his humble opinion. No matter how powerful the holy family members are, if he offends the nobles in the palace, under his pillow for many years..."

He still remembered that the man looked at his expressionless face and started to murmur, and his words of criticism against Chengyu gradually died down. In the end, he said in a panic: "It's a subordinate who is talking nonsense. A wise official will not be like this."

.The subordinates are confused, but their loyalty to the officials and the rulers is a lesson from heaven..."

He reprimanded the other party with a straight face for a quarter of an hour, blaming the monarch and his ministers for their righteousness. Finally, he said a few words of comfort, which could be regarded as comforting his most trusted commander. When he turned around, he smiled bitterly in his heart. Thinking of the word "pillow" again, he just

I felt that it was unspeakably ridiculous, and I didn't know for a moment whether I should be glad that my true relationship with that person was well hidden from everyone in the Imperial City Division, or whether I should be completely despairing of the judgment ability of my most trusted subordinate.

However, he had learned from his past mistakes, and no one tried to persuade him to change his mind again. There was only a sound of admiration and praise from all the officials in the Imperial City in front of him - Yang Tongzhi was unspeakably loyal, not afraid of his relatives and powerful people, and did not hesitate to sacrifice himself for the country. He was a righteous man.

He is a role model for our generation. But after the news spread, Li Guang, Ma Shen and others, who usually regarded him as the claws of a hawk and a dog, looked at him with a complicated look these days - although the Imperial City Secretary who should be remonstrated with was beheaded for disturbing the people.

Not only was there no shortage of discounts, but it was even more urgent.

He understands that they are all ministers of a loyal and loyal country.

In the dramas of later generations, that man was regarded as a wise and powerful official, and the Xianggong and Yushi in the Jinluan Palace were all loyal and good people in the world. Han Yue, Li Zhang, and the emperor Fenghu Yunlong, and someone like him must have whitened his face.

, dress up carefully.

Under the stage, most of the scoundrels would laugh and curse, but Taoists would sigh a few times, lamenting that the unworthy descendants of Yang Yizhong had insulted the name of Lao Ling Gong's ancestors.

He understands everything.

He cared.

He was even jealous.

Yue Fei and Yue Pengju. At first, he had a very absurd guess, but he soon realized that his guess was not true. But that man was surprisingly trusting of Hebei Yong Gengzi. After falling into the well, he was the first person to ask.

Yanling Changshe took away his family and his life again. Later, Yang Yizhong took advantage of the fate of serving the country with loyalty, carefully observed Yue Pengju, and deliberately got close to the general who had the most prosperous sage. The other party also reciprocated and took the initiative to talk about cooperation.

After the experience of suppressing Li Cheng, he obviously also wanted to make friends with him, a close minister of the emperor. Although he understood in just a few words that this person was serious and serious in nature and was by no means a smooth and sycophantic person, he still felt a little inexplicable disappointment and injustice.

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Later, the number of reports from the Imperial City Division on his case was piling up, Yue Jiedu's reputation for military management became more and more widespread, and the official family's trust in this man became deeper and deeper. After Xia was exterminated, he was almost truly convinced. However,

After the emperor patrolled the river last year, he listened to Liu Yan, who was accompanying him, recount his experiences in a rare few sentences. He also sent a letter personally written by Zhang Jun. He pieced together the truth from Liu Yan's troubled expression and the vague complaints in the letter from his old boss.

On the third day after receiving the letter, he couldn't help it anymore and once again violated the rules he had set for himself. He persuaded the man to think twice at night when political affairs should never be brought up. He even prepared himself to be asked again, "Be a good minister."

?' preparation.

But what was unreasonable and what he vaguely expected was that the man didn't care at all, and didn't even notice the difference in what Yang Yizhong mentioned this time. He just treated it as a casual chat like in the past, and his tone was as it should be.

When talking about Yue Pengju and his army, he showed off his favorite toys like a child. After saying this, he felt a little embarrassed and asked him instead what his ideal army should look like.

"Whatever is forbidden will be conquered." He hesitated for a moment, and while scorning his intention to use his knowledge of the person to deliberately elicit a response from the other person, he gave a rather boring answer.

Not surprisingly, the man actually laughed.

It's not sarcasm, there's no malice in it, but there's definitely a hint of arrogance that would go unnoticed by those who are not very familiar with this official.

She's laughing at him, she's laughing at them, she's laughing at the world.

And he recognized this kind of smile.

In fact, all the ministers close to the emperor recognized him, but they had a tacit agreement not to mention it to outsiders. Even one time when this smile appeared, he paid special attention to the expressions of Privy Zhang Jun, Zhang Jun, and Lu Hao when he asked Duke Lu, and he noticed their subtle expressions.

Body language changes.

He looked away and confirmed that everyone was aware of it.

Later, Shangshu Lin who was present looked at him, and there was even sympathy in his eyes.

He still doesn't want to think about the meaning of that sympathy, and he doesn't know how much this former bachelor, who is known to be thoughtful and understands the thoughts of officials best, has guessed how much of that person's origins and how much of the relationship between him and that person has become clear.

Relationship. But the other party never mentioned it. Occasionally they met on official business, and they were always distant and polite. Anyway, the other party did not include the biography of Han Yan or Han Zigao in the invitation to visit, and the gifts during the New Year were only ordinary pen and ink books, so he could deceive himself and others.

, pretending not to know.

Just as he recovered his thoughts, he heard the other party's laughter stop and then spoke.

"No, Zhengfu. It is good to carry out orders and prohibitions, but it is not enough. The army in my heart has no distinction between military and civilian origins. They are all children of the people. They will freeze to death without tearing down their houses, and starve to death without looting. I know

Why do you fight and use your arms to make the world unjust, not for one family? Therefore, you want to relieve the people and attack Jie and Zhou——"

"Wherever the banner reaches, the people eat pots of pulp to welcome the king's army." He imagined the appearance of this army and softly echoed the emperor's final words.

The man laughed again, this time from the bottom of his heart, and nodded. There was light in his eyes, with memories, nostalgia, approval, hope, and the light of comrades - that was probably the light that ascended to the ordinary world thirty-three days ago.

The light, the light that made him ignore it - then turned his head and looked at him seriously, telling him that Yue Pengju and his Yue Family Army were... the team closest to what he wanted.

Yang Yizhong once again confirmed that he would never understand him and Yue Pengju. But he was no longer jealous.

Because Yue Jiedu will never understand the side of Zhao Jiu. Lieutenant Yue can meet the officials who know their fate and can become the emperor's master in the heart of the emperor. If Yue Pengju goes too far, he dares to say that he has the same heart and mind as the emperor and is a comrade. But.

Those secrets that belong to people and belong to Zhao Jiu can only be seen by Yang Yizhong.

Only he could see the way the man swallowed a word and didn't bother to hide it in front of him when he changed his words.

He looked at the Banzhi who were holding medicinal materials and had walked a few steps away, and then he said calmly to the only remaining closest subordinate:

"Also, keep an eye on Ningde Palace and... Chengping Palace for me."

Hearing this, his subordinate suddenly raised his head and looked at him with unbelievable eyes. But Yang Yizhong stared at him expressionlessly for several breaths like last time. The man swallowed and did not refute after all. He crossed his hands and saluted.

Leave quietly.

They didn't know that he had no capital to take risks. They didn't know that he had gambled once and had already spent his entire life and two hundred years of luck on the Song Dynasty.

In the previous victory or defeat, God's will has never been against him. But Yang Yizhong has self-awareness. Even the protagonist in the play and the legend in the history books cannot be so favored by God that he will win the second time if he bets the world.

Back then, there was a traitor from the Red Heart Team who was tied to the ground and was kneeling aside. His face under the firelight was a mixture of fear and dissatisfaction. When he asked him about the reason for his rebellion, he still spoke out in self-defense.

Already finished - he never wanted to believe it that time, so he thought about the four words "hatred of country and family" in his mind and gave it a try.

Two days ago, the doctor who withheld the specific information and only asked Fang Zi to inquire about his condition, seeing that his face was really ugly, actually advised him that life and death were at stake, and his manpower might be limited. When he said one sentence, Ban Zhi, who was following him, almost pulled his head.

Knife, he smiled instead, waved his hands behind his back, turned and left - this time he refused to believe it even more, but there were four other words stabbed in his heart, which he couldn't afford to fight.

He quickened his pace and caught up with Ban Zhi who was holding the medicine. He watched as the cooked branches, stems, roots and leaves fell into a clean pottery pot. Water was poured in, and the soup rolled out into tiny bubbles and hot steam. The water vapor and the aroma of the medicine were leaking out.

Invading the collar of his temples. He was right. He stared at every step of the brown-black soup from taking it out of the pot to putting it in the jar, and then took out the silver spoon.

That day he tried to suppress the drowsiness caused by the decoction, pieced together pieces while half asleep and half awake, and tried hard to conjure up a prototype of the evil spirit in his mind, but he couldn't do it.

He only saw light and Zhao Jiu's smiling eyes.

That man was arrogant and self-willed, sometimes unreasonable, his temper was getting better with each passing day, and he believed in many strange rules. He was never polite when he ordered Yang Yizhong during the day, and he did not tell him his origins at night.

"Commander, Lin Shangshu left half an hour ago."

Yang Yizhong put down the silver spoon and medicine jar in his hand again and blinked.

"Prepare your horses and go to the residence of Prime Minister Zhang Shu in the West Prefecture."

That man is unique and unparalleled in the world.

(over)

Note:

The prescription used in the article to treat typhoid fever is set as the Ginseng Baidu Powder formula, which comes from the second volume of "Taiping Huimin Heji Bureau Prescriptions" compiled by the Imperial Medical Bureau of the Song Dynasty.

The original text is as follows:

Ginseng Baidu Powder: cures typhoid qi, headache and strong nape, strong heat and aversion to cold, restless body pain, cough due to cold, heavy nasal congestion, wind-phlegm headache, vomiting, cold and heat, all of them can be cured.

Bupleurum (remove seedlings), licorice (grill), platycodon, ginseng (remove reeds), chonge rhizome, poria (peeled), Citrus aurantium (remove pulp, bran fried), Pediculus (remove seedlings, wash), Qianhuo (

Remove the seedlings), Duhuo (remove the seedlings).

The above ten flavors, thirty taels each, are made into coarse powder. Take two qian each time with a glass of water. Add a little ginger and mint, fry them together for seven minutes, and remove the dross. It doesn’t matter the time. If it’s cold, take it hot. If it’s hot, take it warm.

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Yuzhiwan comes from the fourth volume of this book.
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