Dream Hua Embers Records

"Master Dai's way of treating diseases is called the attacking school. This school pays attention to the use of strong medicine for serious illnesses, so that they can be reborn after death. Although it has miraculous effects, it often cures patients to death. It is extremely painful. Yin'er is kind-hearted and always thinks that Dai Your Excellency uses this painful treatment because the patients in the Huimin Department are all civilians. If you are a high-ranking official, no matter how unrestrained Sir Dai is, he will switch to softer medicine. Yin'er can't bear to learn like this To rule the law, he often reads books and studies by himself, he is very smart, hardworking, and has extensive knowledge and memorization, many times, Master Dai can't argue with him."

Hearing this, Yan Qihao was secretly proud, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Every time the master and apprentice were in a hurry, Master Dai would threaten to fight, and Yin'er would rush to admit his mistake. Sometimes in order to appease the master, he would fight a few times with all his strength, but he would immediately bring out Dai As the adults said, don't hit him again, and softly call Master a few times, no matter how big the haze is, it will disappear in an instant."

Yan Qicheng sighed, and asked again, "What about the emperor? How did the emperor treat Yin'er afterwards?"

"The third brother called Yin'er back later, and asked Yin'er to be responsible for writing the internal living notes. When Yin'er turned 13 years old, he and those hand-picked Xinke Hanlin participated in the scheduling of the external living notes. The third brother waited Yin'er is more like a courtier than a nephew."

Yan Qihao was inexplicably dissatisfied, "Huh... daily life note? What is that? If I ask Chonger to come to my account as a personal soldier, what will he say?"

An Shuyu smiled, "Mr. Da Lang is a man with a prince, and Yin'er is still a child, can it be the same? Besides, Yin'er is growing up day by day, and she always acts as an errand for the little yellow family. It's not nice to say it. You don't have any brilliance on your face. But the third brother wants him to serve by his side, and he can't bear to make him work too hard, so he can only do so. There is another layer. After all, this imperial study room is in the harem, and Yin'er is not real. The servant, after the age of 13, is considered an adult, if you stay in the harem late at night, I'm afraid there will be some gossip."

"What? Did he have any trouble with those Southern Zhao Emperor Ji Zongji in the harem?"

An Shuyu chuckled, "Look, look, you're still your own father. As soon as I mention it, you think in a wrong way, and others will naturally think more."

"It's fine." Yan Qihao smiled awkwardly, and asked again, "The current Liulangjun and Qilangjun were born by Kang Yuhu, the Southern Zhao Emperor's concubine, right?"

"Yes. It's a pair of twins. Kang Yuhu died just after the baby was born, and now Kang Jinling is raising it." An Shuyu said, making a gesture of silence with his index finger on his lips "These two little ones are about the same age as Xiaosi and Xiaowu. They are smart and good-looking. The emperor likes them very much. They are not allowed to mention their backgrounds in the harem. They only say that their biological mother died, but they cannot say who the biological mother is." identity."

Yan Qihao smiled, "How good is it? Can it compare to Ting'er?"

An Shuyu also smiled, "Ting'er is excellent in literary and martial arts, and he is also very measured in doing things, but he is a bit edgy and not stable enough. If he can become a person with Yin'er, he will be perfect. The third brother will soon I ordered the capital to be moved to Yanjing, and I plan to have you stay in the central government to assist the government, and it will be up to Ting'er and Da Langjun to lead the army in the future."

"What? Erlang-jun doesn't want to lead troops?"

"He has been by the third brother's side all these years, and he is lazy. I'm afraid he doesn't have the heart, and he won't be able to bear the hardship. What's more, he also has his own calculations in his heart. He always feels that the closer he is to the third brother, the chance of succession is great. some."

"Hmph! His wishful thinking is wrong. The third brother is not that kind of foolish person. If Ting'er comes to pick up the iron kite army, I'm relieved. I'm afraid Yin'er's body can't be counted on."

"Where's Yi'er?" An Shuyu asked.

"He can't! Shu Yu, you know his life experience. If we fight Xixia, I will be the first to recommend him to be in command, but if we fight Nanzhao, absolutely not! I can't push him into such a crack."

"He doesn't mind it himself, why should you, Brother Six?"

"He's still young, and if he doesn't mind today, it doesn't mean he won't mind for the rest of his life. If he regrets it in the future, it will be too late." Yan Qihao sighed, "What's more, he still has headaches. If he can't take risks, let's not take risks."

This day was Yan Yin's first day at Linglong Stove, and Yan Qihao rushed over early in the morning.

The Linglong Stove was placed in a side room in the Lingering Garden, it was already filled with liquid medicine, and the room was filled with a pungent smell of medicine.

In the room, more than a dozen servants were busy, and there was almost no place to step down.Some were busy making charcoal fires, some were carrying wind-blowing leather bags, and a few surrounded Yan Yin, not knowing what they were doing.

Yan Qihao couldn't get used to Yan Yin's extravagance, so he couldn't help but frowned slightly, thinking, where did this kid recruit so many people?Where are so many people needed?

The servants surrounding Yan Yin held more than a dozen porcelain pillows for Yan Yin to choose from.

"Mr. Sanlang, do you think this will work?" The one who spoke was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy with a slave mark on his cheek, and he was one of the young men from the Southern Zhao clan in the backyard.I saw that he was holding a small square porcelain pillow in his hand, painted with ink-colored peonies.

"This won't work, it's too small, it will hit your butt." Yan Yin smiled, looking very relaxed.

"What about this one?" Another boy held up a porcelain tiger pillow as if offering a treasure.

"This one doesn't work either. The surface is curved and it's too slippery to sit on."

"Mr. Sanlang, do you think I can do this?" The third servant took out a huge Ruyi pedestal-style porcelain pillow from the cage.

"This one is big enough, but the face is slanted, making it uncomfortable to sit on."

Seeing that Yan Yin was picky and ignored him, Yan Qihao coughed lightly.

"Father!" Yan Yin greeted, then turned her head and stretched her neck to look inside the cage, "Brother Die, give me that!"

The servant with the slave seal on the surface responded by holding out a flat eight-sided porcelain pillow, the pillow surface was decorated with beaded patterns, and in the middle were four flying and phoenix characters: "Family Country Yongan".

"This is good, that's it!"

The four servants held a long pole in each hand. The pole head was a two-foot-wide blue satin curtain propped up by curved bamboo strips, forming a circle of barriers. Yan Yin was inside, rustling. Undressed.

Yan Qihao couldn't help laughing secretly, this kid is still so shy even though he is so old.

"All right."

The tent was removed, and Yan Yin had already entered the Linglong Stove, only her head and shoulders were exposed, the injured arm was hanging outside, the wound was wrapped in a thick layer of gauze, and a layer of oilcloth was wrapped around it, presumably because she was afraid of the wound Into the water vapor.

Dai Zihe held two pieces of wood, like a pair of wooden shackles, stuck under Yan Yin's armpit, and seemed to put a cover on the exquisite stove, "Is it comfortable? It's uncomfortable to talk."

"Fortunately, it's the wood with burrs." Yan Yin patted the surface of the board.

Yan Qihao saw that the two pieces of wood were indeed rough, but a layer of leather was placed on the side covering Yan Yin's body.

"Then who do you blame? If it wasn't that your arm was injured and had to be exposed, and the original cover couldn't be used, why did you rush to make this?" Dai Zihe said, and glanced at Yan Qihao.

Yan Qihao touched his nose helplessly, but couldn't say anything.

"Master..." Yan Yinjiao said, "Don't blame me, can you? It's all because of my stupidity. Let's start quickly, early death and early rebirth."

"Nonsense again!" Dai Zihe patted Yan Yin's cheek lightly, took a silk tapestry, and put it on Yan Yin's shoulders to keep warm.

On the snow-like skin of Yan Yin's back, there were several welts. Although the skin was not broken, it was red, swollen and raised, like red snakes.Yan Qihao felt a pain in his heart and wanted to touch it, but he raised his hand and put it down again.

The author has something to say: I’m almost finished writing, and it will end around 155·160 chapters. Because there will be a lot of clues to collect, I will write slower, and I will not update the article so diligently, about twice a week or so how about

Zhang Zihe, a native of Kaocheng, Suizhou, was originally named Congzheng.Proficient in medicine, runs through the study of "Ni Su", vividly in mouth.Liu Shouzhen, the patriarch of the law, used to use cold and cool medicines mostly, but he used them mostly to save people from illnesses, which was praised by scholars and bureaucrats.There is no prestige for people to celebrate birthdays.Quite reading, writing poetry, drinking.He lived in Chen for a long time, and traveled to Yu Xianzi's family.Later, he was summoned to the Imperial Hospital, where he told him to leave.However, the name is heavy on Dongzhou, and Ma Zhijiu is kind to him.Envoy Zihe discussed his techniques, because Wenzhi has the purpose of six schools and three methods, and it will be practiced in the world. Huizihe and Zhiji died one after another, so far his books have survived. "Return to Qian Zhi" - the name of the imperial hospital is the title of Jin Guo, so he has been an imperial physician, and he still feels that his personality and treatment are not in harmony.