Seiwa

After returning to Beiping, seeing King Yan, and reporting the incident in Dezhou, Meng Qinghe fell ill again.

Dr. Zhao has been called into the palace. Although he has not been appointed, with his ability and qualifications in the Hongwu Dynasty, the doctor of the palace will give him three points.

After many years in the frontier fortress, Dr. Zhao has long lost the desire to compete for fame and fortune. Apart from going out with the army, he holds the medical books collected by the palace every day and never puts them down.Summarize the experience of predecessors, extract it, and put it together with my own medical handbook, intending to pass it on to apprentices in the future.

"Medical skills should not be cherished with a broom. In the past, Zhang Ji wrote treatises on typhoid fever and miscellaneous diseases. I dare not compare myself to a medical saint. I only hope that what I have learned in my life will be passed on to future generations and benefit the people."

Dr. Zhao taught his disciples this way, and he did the same.In front of the royal doctor and good doctors, he never hides his secrets.

Wang's doctor Zheng and several good doctors respect Dr. Zhao from the bottom of their hearts, and they have come up with their own manuscripts and medical experience, and use their spare time to discuss together, correct each other, and make progress together.

"This disease can use this method?"

"Hey, why didn't the old man think of it?"

"Can the wound be treated like this?"

"Great!"

"Brother Liu is good at acupuncture?"

"I don't dare to say what I'm good at, but I can still discuss with you one or two."

"So, I have to ask for advice..."

After several rounds of medical seminars, the good doctors of the palace discovered that the medical skills are profound and profound, and the saint said that three people must have my teacher, which is the most reasonable saying.

Once the theory is in place, it must be connected with practice.

The good doctors in the palace were thirsty for knowledge, and they had to get their badges from Dianbao every day, and went to the military camp outside the city to treat wounded soldiers. If they were lucky, they might even meet a soldier who was sneezing and feverish.

Being stared at by these doctors with green eyes, the soldiers couldn't help shivering.

How can it make the back of the neck feel cold when one slap can kill him?

"Don't be afraid." Wang Fu's good doctor opened the medicine box with a smile, and took out a cloth bag, "It will be fine soon."

The soldier who was unfortunately caught wanted to say that he just caught a cold and nothing serious happened.

"It's unacceptable to avoid medical treatment." The good doctor of the Wangfu spread out the cloth bag, showed the two rows of silver needles inside, and took out one, "Quickly, lie down and make sure you get a few needles."

The silver needle shone coldly, and the soldier thumped back three steps.

A bowl of ginger soup can solve the problem, but so?

Is this a cure?Is it really not murder?

"It'll be fine right now."

"Good X!"

The soldier turned around and ran away.

The good doctor of Wangfu raised his arm and shouted anxiously in the wind, "Don't run away, two injections, one injection is enough!"

The speed of the soldier Sa Yazi became faster, and he stopped running after being kicked in the head by the donkey.

What respect for doctors, respect for the elderly, all go to death!

Since then, when the good doctors of the royal family went to the camp outside the city, the soldiers were always facing the enemy.Don't be nervous, who has seen such a doctor?The good doctors of the royal family are also very helpless, but they just want to pursue progress, why is it so difficult?

God paid off, just when the good doctor in the palace was helpless and sighed, someone finally came to his door!Meng Twelve Lang, who was lying on the bed, fell into the tiger's mouth.

Looking at the doctors crowded in front of the bed, Meng Qinghe's eyes twitched.

Does it take three people to diagnose the pulse?

Do I have to study for half an hour to prescribe medicine?

He's just a little weak, feeling weak and feverish, what is this guy doing with the silver needle? !

knife?Not to mention!

It's not that he has an incurable disease, does it need to be like this?

"Doctor Zhao, take a step to speak." Meng Qinghe leaned against the bed, his expression on his face was a little stiff, "Meng is only a minor illness, please trouble everyone, I am really uneasy."

It's just a matter of Yanshan's defender, even the doctor of the royal family was dispatched when he became ill, what would others think if it spread?

Taking credit and pride?

Definitely enough.

Dr. Zhao comprehended the implication in Meng Qinghe's words, and discussed a few words with Wang's doctor, "So, it's because I didn't think carefully."

After a while of footsteps, only Meng Qing and Dr. Zhao were left in the room.

Meng Qinghe finally breathed a sigh of relief, it wasn't easy.

Dr. Zhao cupped his hands suddenly, "For the matter of Meng Qian, I apologize to you on behalf of my colleagues."

"No way!" Meng Qinghe jumped up from the bed in shock, "Doctor Zhao, absolutely no way!"

Dr. Zhao insisted on making an apology, but Meng Qinghe refused to give in. After a while, both of them were sweating.

"what?"

Meng Qinghe found that after sweating, he felt much lighter.Although he didn't have much strength, his chest was no longer uncomfortable.

"Doctor Zhao, did you do it on purpose?"

Seeing that Meng Qinghe understood, Dr. Zhao straightened up and said, "Qianshi's illness is not all due to fatigue, but depression in his heart is also the cause."

Depressed?

"It's inconvenient for me to ask you why I'm worried about it, but if things go on like this, I'm afraid it will cause my old illness." Dr. Zhao opened the medicine box and took out a bottle of pills. Raise well."

"What Dr. Zhao said is true, Qinghe has been educated."

After solemnly thanking Dr. Zhao, Meng Qinghe took the pills.

"Two pills a day, take with warm water." Dr. Zhao closed the medicine box, "I'll come back tomorrow, let's rest earlier."

After Dr. Zhao was sent away, the eunuch of the palace brought hot water. Meng Qinghe took the medicine after a simple wash, lay on the bed, pulled up the quilt, and breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as there are no accidents for the Dezhou party, the lives of the Meng family should be saved.However, the King of Yan will not pursue the Meng clan for leaking the Beiping city defense, but Meng Chongjiu and other clan elders will not let Meng Qinghai go easily.The fourth cousin stayed in Dezhou not only for credit, but also to say a few words for the family in front of the clan elders, right?

Before going to Dezhou, Meng Qinghe went back to Mengjiatun again, and learned the thoughts of the clan elders from Meng Chongjiu.

If Meng Qinghai is let off this time, there is no guarantee that he will do it again next time.Lifting it up high and putting it down gently may not make Meng Guangxiao and Meng Qinghai grateful, it may also arouse their greater resentment and a desire for revenge.If things develop to this point, Meng Guangxiao's clan is destined to be alienated from his clan, how will Meng Qingjiang deal with himself?

Meng Qinghe is not a saint. For him, the safety of his family is more important than anything else.But at the frontier, thanks to the care of his two cousins, he was able to survive the most difficult days.

Almost brought the family to a dead end, Meng Qinghai's death is not a pity, but he is Meng Qingjiang's brother after all.

Meng Qinghai wanted to punish him, but he couldn't completely chill Meng Qingjiang's heart.How to deal with this matter, Meng Qinghe had several ideas in his mind, which one to adopt, he had to wait for Meng Qingjiang to return safely from Dezhou before discussing with the clan elders.

Rubbing the forehead, my head hurts a little.It's really not good to think too much, but you can't stop thinking.

From just wanting to ensure the life of his family to starting to think about the whole clan, little by little, Meng Qinghe's thoughts and behaviors have gradually integrated into this era.

One family, one surname, one family.

Living here is destined to be inseparable.

Live your life behind closed doors?

Definitely a luxury.

Closing his eyes, Meng Qinghe was very tired, too tired to move.

The knock on the door interrupted his thoughts, he didn't want to get up, and said directly: "Please come in."

The door opened and closed, and the hinges creaked.

The footsteps were very light, they circled behind the screen and stopped.

Opening his eyes, the crimson robe came into view, "Commander?"

Meng Qinghe wanted to sit up, but his shoulders were pressed, and he was pushed back again without much effort.

"Lie down and don't move." Shen Xuan sat on the edge of the bed, with his palm covering Meng Qinghe's forehead, the familiar cold fragrance poured into his nose, "Is it better?"

"Idiosyncratic..."

In the middle of speaking, Shen Xuan withdrew his hand, his black eyes suddenly approached, his forehead touched, and the rest of the words were immediately swallowed back into his throat.

"I don't have a fever anymore." Shen Xuan stepped back a little, and brushed Meng Qinghe's chin with his finger, "Have you taken the medicine?"

"Yes." Meng Qinghe's throat felt a little dry, "Commander..."

"Privately, Twelve Lang can call me Ziyu."

The smile is gentle and the tone is gentle.

Commander Shen was in full swing, and Meng Qinghe expressed that he couldn't hold on.

The beauty is present, it really is terrible.

Hei Mou got closer again, and put his hand on the side of Meng Qinghe's head. There was no contact with his body, but he seemed to be trapped.

Meng Twelve Lang swallowed hard.

What to do, he's a little excited... well, not a little, but very much.

If you do something to this person now, will you be hacked to death?

Just a kiss, how likely is it to get through safely?

The room was very quiet, and gradually, both of them seemed to have forgotten what they were talking about.

His slender fingers brushed over the side of Meng Qinghe's neck, and gently opened the neckline, a piece of white jade slipped from the neckline.

There was a smile in Shen Xuan's eyes, "Wear it close to your body?"

Meng Qinghe didn't make a sound.He knew that this way of wearing it was wrong, but it was really impossible for him to hang it on his body openly.

"That's fine." Shen Xuan's voice became deeper and deeper, and the distance between the two got closer, "Twelve Lang."

The warm breath brushed the tip of the nose and disappeared at the corners of the lips.

Some itchy.

Meng Qinghe closed his eyes, wrapped his arms around Shen Xuan's shoulders, touched the end of his hair with his fingertips, it was silky and cold, like the finest silk.

I wanted to touch it a long time ago.

The touch on the lips is very light, such as superficial water.

The cool fingertips slid across the corners of the eyes, pulling up a strand of loose hair, "Doctor Zhao's medicine."

Meng Twelve Lang opened his eyes, puzzled.

Shen Xuan raised his head and wiped the corner of his lips with his fingertips, "It's the same bitterness."

Meng Qinghe: "..."

What should he do?Rinse your mouth and continue?

Obviously not possible.

A rare opportunity just let go?I am really not reconciled.

No matter how unwilling, the previous atmosphere is gone.

"I have informed the prince that you don't need to accompany me on this expedition. The prince stays in the palace, and the county king and son join the army."

"command……"

"Forgot? Call me Ziyu."

A big hand suddenly covered Meng Qinghe's eyes, and in the darkness, the tip of his nose seemed to have been pecked.

"Take Yu with you. If the prince has an order, if you are not sure, you can temporarily push it away. Everything will wait for me to come back."

The hand in front of him moved away, but Meng Qinghe didn't move. He didn't open his eyes until the sound of footsteps disappeared behind the screen.

Lifting the white jade hanging around his neck, should he also give Shen Xuan something?This piece of jade was obviously carried by Shen Xuan for many years, what should I give to match the other party's wishes?

Take a deep breath and let it out slowly.

Tighten the quilt to wrap yourself, sleep first, and then talk about your health.

For the next few days, Meng Qinghe stayed in the room in the name of recuperating.The prince and the king of Gaoyang County sent people to visit respectively and gave a lot of things. Meng Twelve Lang made a small fortune.

During the recovery period, Meng Qinghe heard a lot of new things, and one name appeared very frequently.

Gao Wei of Yan was envoyed by the order of Emperor Jianwen.

"That old man from Nanjing is really annoying."

After the Battle of Beiping, Zhu Gaochi's position as the eldest son became more and more stable. Wang An, who followed him, also felt proud. His waist was much straighter than before, and it was not uncommon for him to look at people with his nostrils.He treated Meng Qinghe more and more kindly, and the smile on his face never stopped when he came to visit the sick under the order of the son.

"Gao Wei? I've heard people mention it recently, but he's from Nanjing?"

"That's him!" Wang An slapped his thigh hard, gritted his teeth, "That old man was a student of the late emperor, and he didn't do good things when he came to Peiping..."

From Wang An's mouth, Meng Qinghe had a clear understanding of Gao Wei's life, although he only had a few words, he had a general impression of Gao Wei.

The servant mother was awarded the title of filial piety, and was praised by Emperor Hongwu for her hard work and repeated good suggestions.It's a pity that the good times didn't last long, and he was soon convicted of "decisions that were not in line with the order", dismissed from office, and sent to Guansuoling, Guizhou to serve as an army.

"It's filial piety and uprightness, awe-inspiring righteousness, I'm sorry!" Wang An obviously had a lot of resentment towards Gao Wei, "Our family doesn't understand. Since he is upright, how can he not refuse to use his younger brother and nephew as a servant? He hid back to his hometown Let others go to guard the border for him, return the gentleman, return justice?"

"Replacement with human beings?"

"I don't know anything about Meng Chen?" Seeing that Meng Qinghe was puzzled, Wang An hurriedly explained, "Old man Gao was once regarded as a filial friend, so he changed from a death penalty to a border guard, and it turned out that the border guards were replaced by his family members. After the new emperor ascended the throne, he even pardoned him." He was charged with the crime, and he was assigned to the Ministry of Officials to serve as a military counselor."

"He came to Peiping to follow the imperial court's order?"

"However, I still volunteer."

When the little eunuch came to ask for someone, Wang An almost explained everything about Gao Wei, and Meng Qinghe couldn't help but gasp at his ability to find out the news.

As an obedient listener by the prince's side, he is proud of himself, and he is unambiguous in doing things.

It doesn't matter how much your bones are lighter, as long as you can do things.

In this regard, Zhu Gaochi, like Zhu Di, is both pragmatic.

Not long after Wang An left, Wang Quan came to the door again with something.

Meng Qinghe had no choice but to thank Gaoyang County King for his kindness in a polite manner, and chatted with Wang Quan for a few more words.What surprised him was that Wang Quan also kept Gao Wei in the same three words, implying that the king of Gaoyang County was thinking about how to deal with him.

"This old man Gao is really nothing!"

When Wang Quan had had enough of scolding, he got up to take his leave and left, Meng Qinghe's mind began to spin rapidly.

The words and deeds of Wang An and Wang Quan must also represent the attitude of the son and the king of Gaoyang County.

How hated is this old Mr. Gao, so that King Yan and his son are so disgusted that they want to kill him anytime and anywhere?

Deliberately presupposing this person with him should not just be for a mouthful.Should I do something, take the initiative to avoid orders from my superiors?

But why him?With Monk Daoyan around, do you still need others?

Meng Qinghe didn't believe that the monk who could successfully instigate King Yan's rebellion in ten years would have no choice but to deal with the stubborn Gao Wei.

Comparing eloquence, knowledge, and courage, which one is not a monk who is far ahead?

Speaking of the strange people of the Ming Dynasty, except for Liu Wencheng and others who were slaughtered by Emperor Hongwu, Monk Daoyan is absolutely outstanding.

Did others not expect it, or did the monk take the initiative to avoid it?

Then should he come out with this head?Meng Qinghe couldn't figure it out.

Just as he was hesitating, Zheng He came to condolences on behalf of the prince.After less than three sentences, Gao Wei's name appeared again.Meng Twelve Lang looked up at the sky, well, it seems that he can't make it if he doesn't want to.

In the Nuan Pavilion of the Chengyun Hall, King Yan and Monk Daoyan are playing chess.

On the chessboard, the black and white pieces fought inextricably. After a few moves, the white pieces gradually began to gain the upper hand.

"The monk's move is exquisite."

"Amitabha, the poor monk is just playing tricks." Monk Daoyan proclaimed the Buddha's name and twirled the beads, "Has the prince and His Royal Highness the King of Jin agreed on a date for departure?"

"Two days later." When it comes to military affairs, King Yan's expression became serious, "I sent people to perform a good show near Datong. Li Jiujiang will definitely not be able to hold back when he gets the news, and he will send troops. When the time comes..."

With strong fingers, he picked up a sunspot and landed on the chessboard with a bang, "It doesn't matter if he tries it or not, I will make it come and go!"

"My lord is wise."

King Yan waved his hand, obviously very confident about the war.Compared with fighting, he has never been afraid of anyone.

The good mood didn't last long, Zhu Di frowned again when he thought of Gao Wei in the palace.He used the banner of his father to calm down, but this old boy was just picking on him.Locking up people is not a long-term solution, and the imperial court will definitely try to use this matter to make a big fuss.

Rather than being angry with him all day long, it's better to kill him with one knife!

The same is causing trouble, at least I can have a good time.

"My lord, don't worry." Monk Daoyan said, "In three days, this matter will be resolved."

"The great monk is so confident?"

"Naturally." Monk Daoyan smiled condescendingly, "Isn't the prince also appreciative of the means of the poor monk and apprentice?"

"Disciple?" King Yan looked at Dao Yan and snorted, "Have you agreed to be a teacher?"

Dao Yan choked for a moment, and struggled to maintain his superior posture, "Amitabha, the poor monk believes that there will always be such a day."

King Yan: "..."

He suddenly felt a little sympathetic to Meng Qinghe.If you are entangled by this monk, you will be blessed.

Gao Wei didn't know what a "terrible" opponent he was about to face, so he was still hurrying to write.He firmly believes that no matter how stubborn King Yan is, he will be moved by his sincerity, and his acts of loyalty will surely be left in history!

Thinking of this, Mr. Gao once again had a burst of inspiration, his writing was like a spring, and he wrote like a god.

After writing a piece of clothing, tear it up.

The blood on your fingers has faded, bite again!

Meng Qinghe, who was standing outside the window observing his opponent, was dumbfounded.

This is really not an ordinary person, I admire him!

Seeing Meng Qing and baring his teeth, Zheng He, who brought him to see Gao Wei, asked, "What did Meng Chen think of?"

Meng Qinghe turned his head and said very seriously: "It's too difficult, otherwise let the prince cut him down, maybe it will be easier to deal with the aftermath."

Zheng He:"……"

Outside the city of Datong, horseshoes burst out, and the sound of shouting and killing shook the sky.

The spies sent by Li Jinglong only dared to look around from a distance, but they dared not approach, which made the Yan army scouts who followed him anxious.

You can see X clearly from this distance, how dare you be a spy if you are so timid?

Several Yan soldiers exchanged winks, there was no other way, if the mountain did not come, I would be the one, so I had to go to the mountain.

The southern army's spies did not move, and the two frontier armies, which were inextricably killed, began to move towards them.At least let them see the clothes of the two teams and hear the accent clearly, so they can go back and report.

But what Yan Jun never expected was that when they moved, the Southern Army's spies were also moving.

Killing is not within close range of a shot.

What should I do?

The chief generals of the two warring parties can only give orders, shouting at the top of their voices.Absolutely can't ruin the prince's important affairs because of the other party's non-cooperation!

So, the Yanshan guard led by Shen Xuan and the Jin army pretended by Yang Duo shouted and fought, and even compared their voices.

The Southern Army spy wiped off his sweat, "Looking at the situation, is it the King Yan and the King Jin who are fighting each other?"

After wiping away the sweat with Yan Jun behind them, he finally understood that it was really not easy!

Confederate spies believed they had obtained important information and had to return to Texas to report as soon as possible.

A small group of Yan troops followed closely behind, escorting them all the way to ensure that they would not get lost or be picked up by wolves wandering in the snow field.

It wasn't until these spies entered Shandong safely that Yan Jun, who was escorting them, heaved a sigh of relief. If it wasn't for the order of the Shangguan, it wouldn't be such a troublesome thing to kill them!It was worse than hacking each other with Tartars.

Li Jinglong from Dezhou got the information and really couldn't sit still.

"God help me!"

King Yan and King Jin had a quarrel, it couldn't be just right!

Send troops, you must send troops!It doesn't matter if you can't defeat the Yan army, as long as you go to the vicinity of Datong, he will send a memorial to the court to show his heart, and the emperor will definitely use him again!

Li Jinglong was very excited, immediately raised his account, and summoned the generals of the army to discuss the matter of sending troops.

The generals talked a lot, and the governor Qu Neng was the first to express doubts about this matter. King Yan and King Jin were flirting with each other all the time. King Jin was clearly supporting King Yan's rebellion, so how could he suddenly turn his face?

"There must be something strange about this matter, please think twice, the coach!"

Li Jinglong couldn't listen to it at all, even if something was wrong, so what?His intention of sending troops was not to fight with real swords and guns, but to show the court and keep his seal and official position.

But this can't be said in person, and even his confidants can't reveal it.

"Qu Dudu don't need to say too much, I've made up my mind!" Li Jinglong said righteously, "I will serve the court as the king's reward and loyalty to the emperor, and I have not done an inch of work since the rebellion. How can I let this good opportunity go! How can I fight cowardly! "

Qu Neng stared with anger.

Haven't done enough?Who is this all because of?

If Li Jiujiang hadn't been greedy for meritorious service, he would have broken through Beiping City long ago!

Qu Neng wanted to speak, but was pulled back by Sheng Yong who was standing aside.Sheng Yong shook his head, the coach has made up his mind, and it's useless to argue.

Li Jinglong ordered Teng Ju to lead [-] troops to attack Datong.

After taking the order, Teng Ju was bitter. He could more or less guess Li Jinglong's plan.

Regardless of whether the news of King Yan and King Jin's quarrel is true or not, these 1 people are real cannon fodder.It’s fine to come back, or not to come back, in Li Jinglong’s memorial to the court, it’s just the difference between “breaking Chen and rushing out” and “being loyal to the country”.

If Li Jinglong were more shameless and charged him with the crime of being unfavorable in combat, he might be able to exchange his head for a commendation from the court.

Leaving the big tent, Teng Ju didn't speak to anyone, and in the howling north wind, his back was full of sadness.

I was afraid that I would become another Chen Hui.

Chen Dudu can still go to King Yan alive, where is his future?