I Own a Garden with One Hundred Herbs

In Xun Wang's mansion, Zhe Yu got the emperor's oral order. "Order Zhe Yu to temporarily live in Xu Wang's Mansion."

The decree was delivered by the deputy chief executive, Eunuch Dou, whose name was Dou An.

When Zhe Yu raised his eyes, Dou An's right eyelid twitched, and he looked at Ying Zhexun with a little shock. "King Xun, this, this, this..."

Ying Zhexun naturally understood, and he had the same reaction back then. He pressed down with the palm of his hand, signaling to be safe and not to be impatient, and then pulled Dou An aside and said softly: "There are many people who look exactly alike in the world. Don't be surprised, father-in-law. I have worked with him in Wanzhou for many days. talent. Tianjia people are meritorious.”

A clean family background is naturally equally important.

Dou An inadvertently touched his forehead, he had also seen the amber eyes of Zhe Yu's amber eyes in a strong wind and waves, and a thin sweat broke out.

"Master Zheyu, let the miscellaneous family lead the way and send Mr. Zheyu to Prince Xu's mansion."

This is a play he added himself, and the emperor only ordered him to pass it on orally.

Zhe Yu nodded lightly, "It's time for Father-in-law."

The prince's residences are all connected, and the distance from Prince Xun's residence to Prince Xu's residence is only a thousand steps away.

Zhe Yu's pace is not too fast, he is looking at the vermilion gates, cornices, and ridge beasts on the corners of those buildings.

Li Jianping, who lost his life, followed Zhe Yu, and pointed to the walls of the palaces. Pairs of probing eyes had no choice but to crouch and hide behind the wall.

He chuckled.

Dou An took advantage of the situation and asked, "Why is Master Zhe Yu laughing?"

"Father-in-law, although I have made some contributions, as an academy student, I am a white man. Living in the palace like this is not in line with etiquette or reason."

With just a few words, the image of a modest son, as gentle as jade, is vivid on the paper.

Dou An covered his mouth with his hands, and said in a low voice: "Miscellaneous people dare not speak rashly, this is King Ming's suggestion."

Sure enough, someone was pushing the flames.

This is to replace him with the dead King Xu.

"Ming Wang was in Wanzhou a few days ago, and he was able to see the demeanor of the students of Kunming Academy, and they praised him a lot. I will also thank him when I meet Ming Wang."

It was obviously a few polite words, but Dou An could hear the murderous aura. He said in his heart, you can come to Beijing to have an audience, and you are recommended by King Lai Ming. But these words are hard to say.

"I think King Ming is eager to love talent."

In front of King Xu's mansion, there was a boy and a maid standing in front of the door with their heads bowed respectfully.

Zhe Yu's gaze shifted from the seven or sixty-three nails on the door to the two of them.

Dou An explained: "These two are serving Young Master Zhe Yu."

Several people entered Guangwujian at the main entrance together, bypassed the screen wall, and Dou An stopped. "The miscellaneous family is going back to report, the young master is here to wait for the holy call."

Zhe Yu took out an exquisite small jar from the package, which was prepared for him by Baicaoshi before his departure. There were a dozen copies in total, and it was called a souvenir. "Elder-in-law, I brought some tangerine peels made by my wife when I came here. It is advisable to drink it with a little white tea. The fragrance of the old tea is sweet and the aftertaste is sweet. It is suitable for winter storage and health preservation."

Dou An felt flattered.

Madame, tangerine peel, health preservation? He quickly caught a few words.

For eunuchs like them who walk in front of the palace, receiving gifts is the most taboo. Tangerine peel is precious, especially better than gold, Dou An naturally knows it. But if it is made by oneself and produced by the wife, it will weaken the preciousness and highlight the heart.

Moreover, being able to make tangerine peel by yourself means that there are people with excellent medical skills in the family. No matter how rich and noble a person is, it is inevitable to get sick. It is a great advantage if you get to know a famous doctor.

"Then the miscellaneous family has accepted Master Zhe Yu's heart."

When looking at Zhe Yu again, giving away such a precious tangerine peel is like a household item. This attitude is rare.

Dou An went back to return to his orders, and Zhe Yu walked around the courtyard by himself, followed by the servant and maidservant. After arriving at the main hall, Zhe Yu sat down, and Li Jian stood beside him. "You guys, what's your name?"

The servant lowered his eyebrows and replied, "The villain's name is Du Zhong, and she is Lilac."

Zhe Yu tapped the edge of the chair with his fingers, "You, Du Zhong; she, Lilac. Good name."

Both Eucommia and Lilac are the names of herbal medicines, and Zhe Yu has been familiar with them and knows many names. It sounds kind.

Du Zhong was still waiting to explain, but Ding Xiang beside him had already tugged on his sleeve lightly.

Well, after seeing off this noble young master, the name will be changed back.

The two of them went down to eat.

Li Jianping flattered and said flatteringly: "Young Master Zhe Yu, there are many people watching us."

"Jianping, since you have followed me, you must know that there will be countless open and dark arrows in the future. The more eyes you have, the longer you can live."

Li Jianping sighed. The young master's name for himself has changed, and it seems that he is one step closer to becoming the young master's confidant.

"Yes, my son."

Everyone went down, and Zhe Yu was alone in the room, taking off his coat. In front of his lower abdomen, there was a palm-sized bruise, which was left by the Chixue Patriarch. In fact, his real injury was worse than it appeared. The true qi of the grand master cannot be cured either.

He didn't want to tell Baicaoshi before, just because he was afraid that she would worry, but now...

Another thing is very strange, Baicaoshi hasn't called the carrier pigeon to deliver the letter these days, what happened?

That night, an imperial physician named Ling Chu came to Prince Xu's mansion. "Young Master Zhe Yu, I am ordered by the Emperor to come and treat you."

Oriha stretched out his wrist and put it on the medical pad. He looked at the young imperial physician out of the corner of his eye, but he didn't have such a person in his memory.

The imperial doctor's face became more serious, "Young master, why are you hurt so badly? I checked the pulse and found that the spleen has been seriously damaged. So, I will prescribe some medicines for warming and invigorating the spleen first. Take a few doses and see the effect. "

"Dare to ask Imperial Physician Ling, can you tell me who asked you to diagnose and treat me?"

How could such a trivial matter be taken to heart by the emperor who manages so many things every day. Ling Chu replied: "His Royal Highness Xun mentioned that the young master was injured, so the emperor ordered the Imperial Hospital to take a look. It wasn't mine, but... Eunuch Dou asked me to come."

So quickly reciprocated.

Zhe Yu knew it well, but the imperial physician's medical skills were average, much worse than Shi Shi's.

Thinking of Shishi, Zhe Yu's eyebrows softened a lot. I took out the letters written by Baicaoshi these days and read them word by word. Then he took out the Double Ninth Festival sachet she gave her and looked at it. Cassia Zi didn't bring her pillow, so she had to make do with it.

Tomorrow, if the emperor does not summon him, he must find a way to go out and send a letter to Shishi.

Shishi, what are you doing now?

Baicaoshi is on her way.

Starting early every day, in order to take more trips, I often miss the inn. It is not an exaggeration to say that he wears the stars and wears the moon.

Gradually she got used to the roughness of the saddle, and the scars on her legs began to scab over. It's just that her face is still not good, it's like painting... freckles.

On the fourth day of December, Baicaoshi arrived at Hanyue Pass.