Shao Song

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

In order to prevent possible interested people from inquiring into the details of the medications in the palace, he personally picked two squads and led the medicinal materials in the Chengnan medicinal material warehouse that were contaminated with typhoid fever to take up 50 taels each. But when the big bags and small bags were really spread out in front of him, as a person who couldn't even tell the ephedra chaihu, let alone pick out which pile was Qianghuo and which pile was alone, he was still taken aback for a while. And this stunned Pan Guozhang, who had been staring at him fiercely, saw a flaw.

"I heard people say that Yang Tongzhi is loyal, and it is difficult for others to do. The old man can be regarded as a teacher today. But do not forget about the control. You can slowly choose from the medical books here, but the official's illness can't delay it. !" The anger in Pan Guozhang's eyes almost burned into substance-he was clearly suspected of his character and insulted his professional level, but he was afraid of the reputation of Huang Chengsi and did not dare to tear his face. Comparing heart to heart, if the word official is not mentioned, Yang Yizhong will almost have a bit of pity.

However, at this moment, he just spoke in a flat tone: "In that case, I would like to ask Doctor Pan to confirm that if there are no missing medicinal materials, we can send the decoction according to the prescription after the doctor of the Royal Pharmacy Bureau oversees the weight."

"-Ginseng, peppermint, Poria, Pinellia... It's all complete." Pan Yongshou made a careful identification, snorted, and barely squeezed an admission from his teeth. But Yang Yi's center was loosened a little, and he waved his hand to signal the long-awaited Ban Zhi next to him to start picking medicine. Suddenly, from the commander of the cronies standing behind him to the servant of Tsing Yi who strayed into the scene and was ordered not to leave, a person who dared not leave the courtyard seemed to have lifted the fixation method in "Journey to the West". Someone hurriedly issued orders. , Some people responded with a smile and flattery, and asked for an inventory of the transport and sweeping, and immediately became busy or pretended to be busy.

But the father of the noble concubine looked at the crowd who deliberately or unintentionally bypassed the small storm center in the middle of the yard, and finally couldn't swallow this breath. Turning around and sweeping Yang Yizhong's eyes, he sneered, "It's Yang Tongzhi, the old man is eager to see you-it's a pity that there is still a lot of alum and Southern Star here, otherwise Yang Tongzhi must be carefully matched with a serving of Yuzhi Pills. Isn’t it both public and private."

After all, Pan Guozhang didn't wait for Yang Yizhong to reply at all, so he walked away.

"Pump."

Yang Yizhong turned his head and watched not far away, Dr. Imperial Pharmacy, who was forcibly invited to supervise the selection of medicines and boiled medicines not far away, immediately curled his neck like a frightened quail under his sight, trying to reduce his existence. Feeling, can't help sighing. He didn't have to memorize "Materia Medica" and "Sheng Hui Fang" like the other party did to understand that Pan Yongshou was accusing him of phlegm. However, he immediately turned around, pressed his exhaustion, and continued to stare at the class straights weighing the medicinal materials, leaving the doctor behind—he had already swears that this time the decoction will go from choosing medicinal materials to boiling out the pot. A step will not escape his eyes, and how can he care about this trivial offense.

"Thirty taels of roasted licorice!"

He had asked Fangzi before looking for someone, and gave birth to Fangzhong's emperor and minister. Licorice is one of the more than a dozen medicines.

And that person...should also like desserts. As soon as I got out of the well, I thought about ice cream. But the lady Pan made it by herself, and in the end the other party didn't even move a bite. She actually distributed all the desserts made by the beauty to the soldiers of the Red Heart team. As far as Yang Yizhong knows, if the current Red Heart team gathers to drink in private, drink to a high place, rank seniority, and boast of merit, there will always be one or two elderly people jumping out to show off that they have tasted the rewards of the nobles in the palace. Blow the taste of ice cream into the sky. But the tacit understanding of his colleagues for many years made him know that Liu Yan, who did not say a word every time but was responsible for checkout in the Royal City Secretary's report, was actually just like him. He didn't want to hear the word ice cream anymore in his life.

The precarious imperial court fled south in embarrassment, and the golden men from the tail pressed on step by step. The emperor of "amnesia" divided his snacks and stayed overnight in the Red Heart team camp to show that he shared the joys and sorrows with everyone. On the contrary, he aroused the rebellious mind of the ignorant fool. To quell rebellion, comfort, fear of personal fate, fear of worrying about the sky. In the eyes of those who really knew the overall situation that night, it was really hard to say.

That night, Yang Yizhong made up his mind behind the tabernacle.

"Xiong? Thirty taels, peeled tuckahoe, and reed ginseng thirty taels each!"

The three-flavor adjuvant, Xiong? Blood circulation, Tuckahoe dehumidification, ginseng counter-current to help the body.

In the Huaishui snow ferry boat, the man’s words made the young Yushi Zhongcheng burst into tears. Yang Yizhong stared at the other person’s figure in a daze, only to feel that the strangely patterned metal discs hidden next to him seemed to be heated by the man’s words. , Faintly corresponding to the blood tumbling in his heart. The moment Xiaozhou left the shore, he understood that even if he didn't believe in weird power, a miracle really came out of the well in that autumn, and he opened his eyes in front of him.

Later, the world said that his old superior Zhang Jun Zhang Boying was addicted to money and good at gambling, and he gained a wealth of fame for a lifetime with a lower Caicheng. But only Yang Yizhong knew that he had observed, suspected, and hesitated, but as early as the Mingdao Palace, he entrusted the emperor Song's nearly two hundred years of national fortune to God's will with a four-character note as a note.

Fortunately, the providence has never failed.

"Go to Miao Bupleurum, Qianhu, Platycodon grandiflorum, and Citrus aurantium, thirty taels each!"

The four-flavored Chen medicine helps to dissolve the epiphysis and regulate the lungs and relieve the unsatisfactory 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 send stacks of book titles to the new temple in Houshan like flowing water. This is a dull and repetitive work, and not long after he is as familiar with the temple as the imperial tent. With the continuous update of the inventory of casualties in the imperial camp, the names of that person to be copied became more and more, and he took the imperial squad and directly assumed the task of delivering back and forth from the tent to the mountainside temple. After the local craftsmen gradually spread the story of the emperor's book tablet, the family members of the Western Army nearby got the news, and they came in twos and threes to worship in advance. As long as they don’t go in the direction of the imperial account, the person will not let them stop them. Later, more and more Western soldiers came to worship, and even Qu Duan turned around with a vocabulary to report the military situation—according to the Ban Zhi present. All the songs that made great achievements this time all entered the temple gate, rarely saying a word, just staring at the familiar name, staying in it for half an hour.

One day he had just sent out a new pile of lists, because this time the list included his deceased Yuqian Pan Zhi, so he stayed for a while, wanting to calculate these gods will be placed in the order of the craftsmen’s engraving progress. Location. After he roughly estimated the position, thinking that there was nothing wrong with the imperial front, he started a conversation with an old craftsman who had just changed shifts.

Only after chatting did I know that the craftsman came from Xihe Road and had three sons and five grandchildren. During the Battle of Yaoshan, the second son was issued as a civilian husband, the third son followed Da Liu Jinglue, and he became a craftsman with the army. Only the old wife and a few daughter-in-laws were left in the family to take care of their three young grandchildren.

The craftsman was old and dazzled. He couldn't see the thin armor on his body and didn't recognize his identity. He only felt that the Linzhou accent he had specially brought was somewhat cordial, so he thought that he was also the Western army who came nearby to worship his fellow soldiers. Later, I told him about the old annuity for a long time, telling him about the ferocity of the old annuity, and he missed his old wife and grandchildren in the family, and finally asked him to inquire about the whereabouts of his three sons—there was a rumors that Liu Jinglue was defeated, and he was worried, day and night. His three sons were worried.

He knew that Liu Xi’s remnants of Xihe Road were recuperating nearby. If there was still no news at this moment, the old craftsman’s son would probably be fierce and unlucky, but looking at the expectant eyes of the other party, he was embarrassed for a while, and he didn’t think of what to do. Open up.

The old craftsman heard him not moving for a while, squinted his eyes to see his expression, then sighed, but squeezed an ugly smile at him, "Lady, I have asked a lot of people recently, and I probably know what it is. It’s up, you don’t have to bother to make up words to coax my old man. My son, if my son is really gone, then I will carve these tablets every day, and it will be mine. I want to tell him that it is an official The official family has not forgotten the name of the book."

He trembled and looked up at the memorial tablet around the courtyard. He was in a daze and thought of the grandfather and father buried in his own home. He lost his mind for a while. He only listened to the craftsman sideways facing the statue of Hou Dan and muttering. "I couldn't win in previous years. The officials won. My son, don't worry. In this case, the emperor True Dragon led us to repel the Jinren. Then there will be a peaceful year..."

He couldn't bear to listen anymore, excuses that he was about to miss the time to return to camp, clasped his fists indiscriminately, turned around and left the temple gate. But as soon as he left the house, he found the man standing outside silently, not knowing how long he had been listening outside the temple.

He quickly pleaded guilty. The man waved his hand at random and asked him to get up, but he looked at him for a long time without making a sound. In the end he only said: "Zhengfu, this temple is dedicated to the **** of the dead in the Yaoshan war this time. As for Jingkang People who have been martyred to the country, such as Bachelor Li Ruoshui, your father and ancestors, and those who have sacrificed hundreds of people-I have long wanted it, and I will hold a big festival in Tokyo in the future."

His heart was sour, he leaned over and bowed, but he felt comfortable in his chest, knowing that the man had guessed what he had thought of before. At this time, the Lou room gave the head, if his grandfather is alive in the sky, he can also stare at him. In the battle of Yaoshan, offense and defense turned into stalemate, just as the craftsman said, the land his father and grandfather guarded in the future should have a peaceful year.

His worship is sincere and sincere.

"Qiang live thirty-two! Live alone thirty-two!"

Two-flavored monarch medicine, expelling wind and cold, strengthening the body and dispelling evil.

In Bianliang for several years, he looked at the densely populated Tokyo city, and read about the newly restored Han family's homeland in Xingqing Mansion. He led the imperial city secretary's house to act without restraint, and he dared to look straight into the eyes of Da Zongzheng when he was in the dynasty. Self-confessed to be worthy of Zhao's Jiangshan Sheji. Only once in Jianyan's five years, he lowered his head, and was extremely respectful in front of the mother of Baima Duxin, allowing a trace of pity as thin as the morning mist to pass through his heart, but he couldn't help but laugh at his hypocrisy.

Because in the final analysis, whether it is the noble queen mother or the ardent mother standing in front of him holding the hand and asking about it, he doesn't really care about it.

And the same is true for that person.

When the other party confessed that he was going to welcome the queen mother first, his tone was calm and calm, and he couldn't hear the self-consciousness and guilty conscience of robbing evil spirits in his voice.

In the afternoon, he turned back and screened everyone, explaining the queen dowager’s makeup and clothes one by one, and finally let the selfishness that should have been left in the night gain the upper hand, looking up at the other party, wanting to confirm his accomplice in the face of the upcoming test. Are you ready?

The man looked back, his expression as usual, and said hard to Yang Yizhongwen like every day before, and then waved him to retreat. Under the heavenly light of the main hall, the man and the red robe and gold belt almost merged into one, like a born emperor.

But before the white horse crossed the next day, the other party drew a sharp blade from his waist, cut off the emperor’s robes, declared shocking, and vowed to be incompatible with Feng Hengyu of the old Song Dynasty, but in his passionate words, he would treat the people of the two rivers billions of trillions. The concerns of the living people are so degraded that they are not at all like an official who should rule the world with the scholar-officials.

The ancestor who was looted was innocent, that person didn't care, the blood relative of this body returned to the rear, and that person didn't give face. From Liang Shanbo's Zhang Rong's entry to the list of survivors to Tokyo City's maidservant as the prime minister and his case, time and time again, the facts have long proved that the other party's focus is very different from that of the world. Since the autumn of the first year of Jianyan, Yang Yizhong has forgotten some of the words of sages and sages, and since the original school was handed down, he even began to doubt whether the great sages of Confucianism really understood the way. But when the man made a great sacrifice to Yuetai, Yang Yizhong looked at countless nameless and famous tablets in his eyes, and recalled the patio in the Yaoshan Temple.

The sky listens to the people, and the sky sees the people.

The sage knows he is born, and he knows whether the twelve crowns are evil or...

But after all, there was no saint in the world, and Duke Lu didn't seem to want to be sanctified right away—even if he was sanctified, he wouldn't know more about it than Yang Yizhong. If the person cuts his finger, he will bleed, and he needs food when he is hungry, so the laws of the world should restrict him.

So he found the newly revised criminal law, and then he collected many essays such as "Shi Zhou Ji" and "Youyang Miscellaneous". In the middle of the night, he listened to the person's breathing, and counted the prison terms of the evil spirits hidden in the emperor's body and those who did not know the truth.

Disgusting, nightmare, killing kings, conspiracy... The first offender and the accomplices are afraid that it will be more than three thousand miles away.

He has always pressed these thoughts to the bottom of his heart, and refused to allow bizarre conjectures and fears to invade his day. But the situation is pressing ahead, and the emperor's prescription Zhongjun medicine in his faint palace claims to strengthen the body and eliminate evil.

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

Who... is worthy of being a king.

But there was a singularity in the medicine-he lowered his eyes slightly, unwilling to continue to stare at the light tan roots on the scale that made him impetuous by the name alone, and did not dare to really let it out of sight.

If you live alone, who should live?

He knows what he wants.

The long selection and weighing of medicinal materials is finally over. The doctor of the Royal Pharmacy had already turned around and headed towards the decoction pharmacy under the **** of a Ban Zhi. In front of Yang Yizhong, the other Banzhi holding the weighed medicinal materials waiting for his instructions nodded and motioned for them to follow. He also stood up, but before heading to the decoction house, he faced the two who were also waiting for his order. One of the trusted leaders Shen Sheng gave the order.

"Give me a good look at the Pan clan, and report any changes immediately."

The commander Gongsheng sang, and left.

But of course he knows what the other party really thinks-if it is an ordinary person, the son's illness is not healed, but he has offended the doctor who came for treatment. Then there must be relatives and friends who come out, saying that they don't want money, and they will be smooth. What's more, the doctor is still a cheap father-in-law, and even though he is sad every day, how can he compare with the gentle fragrance of nephrite jade who sleeps in the same bed.

Two days ago, he was sent out by him to investigate but found nothing. Another confidant leader had already persuaded him unconcealedly: "The ruler is loyal to the country, for the country, and the subordinates admire it. But after all, they missed each other, and Doctor Pan It is the father of the noble concubine. No one can control the holy family, but the subordinates have a little humble opinion, and the deepest holy family, if the noble in the palace is evil, for many years, the pillow will be..."

He still remembered that the man looked at his expressionless face and wailed, and the words accusing Chengyu gradually disappeared. In the end, he panicked and said: "It's the subordinates who are talking nonsense. The official Yingrui will not stop here. The subordinates are confused, but they are loyal to the officials and the rulers, and the heavens can learn from..."

He scolded the other party for a quarter of an hour, reprimanding the emperor and his ministers for justice, and finally made a few words of comfort, which was regarded as comforting his most trusted leader, but he turned around with a bitter smile in his heart. Thinking of the word'pillowside' again, I just found it ridiculous that I couldn't say it. For a while, I don't know if I should be glad that I have concealed the true relationship with that person too well from the Imperial Secretary, or I should be judged by my most trusted subordinates. Completely desperate.

However, the lessons of the past are there, and no one has tried to persuade him to change his mind since then. There is only a voice of admiration and praise from the top and bottom of the Imperial City. My role model. After the news came out, Li Guang, Ma Shen and others, who usually regarded him as hawks and dogs, had a little more complicated vision in the past few days. , But went up even more urgently.

He understands that it is the duty of ministers of the public and loyal country.

In later dramas, the man is supposed to be the official family of the wise and martial arts, the Xianggong Yushi in the Jinluan Temple is all the loyal loyalty, Han Yue, Li Zhang and the emperor Fenghuyunlong, and his treacherous servants must have painted their faces white. , Dress up carefully.

Under the stage, most rogues can't help but laugh and scold. Taoists should sigh and sigh that Yang Yizhong's unscrupulous descendants have insulted the family name of the ancestor of the old man.

He knows everything.

He cared.

He was even jealous.

Yue Fei Yue Pengju. At first he had extremely absurd speculations, but soon he realized that his conjectures were not true. But that person was surprisingly trusting in the Hebei Yonggengzi, and the first person to ask after he fell into the well was the other person, and he took his life and wealth out of the Yanling Changsha. Later, Yang Yizhong carefully observed Yue Pengju by using the method of loyalty to serve the country, and he deliberately got close to the most prosperous general of this holy family. And the other party also reciprocated, and took the initiative to talk about the experience of cooperating with Li Cheng, apparently also interested in making friends with him, the emperor's close minister. Although he understood that this person was serious and cautious in nature without a few words, he was definitely not a sleek and gentleman, but he still had some inexplicable disappointments and injustices.

Later, the reports of the Imperial City Division on his case became more and more accumulating, and Yue Jiedu's reputation for ruling the army became more and more widespread, and the official trust in this person became deeper and deeper. After the extermination of Xia, he was almost really convinced. After the emperor patrolled the river last year, he listened to Liu Yan, who was accompanying him, to explain his experience in rare words, and he also sent a letter from Zhang Jun to piece together the truth from Liu Yan's embarrassed look and the vague complaints in the old boss's letter. On the third day after receiving the letter, he really couldn’t help it, and once again violated the rules he set for himself, persuading that person to think twice on the night when politics should never be brought up, and even if he was done well, he was asked again to be a virtuous minister. 'Preparation.

However, what he faintly anticipated was that the person didn't care at all, and he didn't even notice the difference in what Yang Yizhong mentioned this time. It was just the usual casual chat in the past, the tone should be. Talking about Yue Pengju and his army showing off their beloved toys like children, I felt a little embarrassed after saying that, but instead asked him what his ideal army should look like.

"Orders are forbidden, the attack must be overcome." He hesitated for a while, while spurning his intention to use his knowledge of the person to deliberately catch the other person's response, while giving a rather boring answer.

Not surprisingly, the man laughed as expected.

It's not ridicule, no malice, but it does carry a bit of arrogance that is not very familiar to this official person.

Smiling at him, laughing at them, laughing at the world.

And this kind of laughter, he recognized.

In fact, the close ministers around the emperor knew it, but they would not mention it to outsiders tacitly. He even paid attention to the expressions of Zhang Jun Zhang Shumi and Lu Haowen Lu Gongxiang when this smile appeared, and he really noticed the subtle changes in their body language.

He retracted his gaze and confirmed that everyone knew.

Lin Shangshu, who was present, looked at him later, and there was even sympathy in that glance.

He still doesn’t want to think about the meaning of that sympathy, and he doesn’t know that this former bachelor, who is recognized as a meticulous and best-knowing official, has guessed the origin of that person, and understood the relationship between him and that person. relation. But the other party never mentions it, occasionally meeting on official business, it is also the usual estrangement and politeness of civilian officials. Anyway, there was no biography of Han Yan or Han Zigao in the other party's door-to-door greetings, and the gifts given during the New Year were only ordinary pen and ink books, so he could deceive himself and pretend to be ignorant.

As soon as he recovered his mind, he listened to the other party's laughter and stopped, and then spoke.

"No, Zhengfu. Orders and actions are forbidden. The attack must be good, but not enough. The army in my heart is no different from military households and civilians. It is the children of the people. It freezes to death and does not demolish houses, starves to death and does not plunder, knowing Why do I fight? I want to cut the world's injustice, not a family name. Therefore, the people are hanging upside down, and Jie Xun is slaughtered—"

"And wherever the Jingzhu went, the people would eat the pot of syrup to welcome the king." He imagined the army's appearance, and softly spoke to the emperor's final conclusion.

The man laughed again, this time from sincerely, nodded, there is light in his eyes, reminiscences, nostalgia, praise, hope, and the light of the same way—that's probably the light of ascending the world in thirty-three days. , The light that made him lean in disregard-then turned his head, looked at him seriously, and told him that Yue Pengju and his Yue family army were this...the team closest to what he wanted.

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

Because Yue Jiedu would never understand Zhao Jiu's side. Taiwei Yue can meet the officials he knows about, and build the king master in the emperor's heart. If Yue Pengju is more arrogant, he dare to call the emperor the same heart and morals, and a fellow comrade. But those belonging to people, belonging to Zhao Jiu's secrets, can only be seen by Yang Yizhong.

The man swallowed a word and was too lazy to hide in front of him when he changed his mouth, only he could see it.

He watched the Banzhi who were holding medicinal materials a few steps away, and then faintly opened his mouth to the last of his most trusted followers:

"And, I watched Ningde Palace and...Chengping Palace."

Hearing this, his subordinates suddenly looked up and looked in disbelief. But Yang Yizhong stared at him blankly for a few breaths like last time, the man swallowed, after all, there was no rebuttal, and then quietly left after cross-handed salute.

They don't know that he has no capital to risk. They didn't know that he had gambled once, and had spent his entire life with Huang Song's two hundred years of luck.

In the previous wins and losses, Providence has never lost. But Yang Yizhong has self-knowledge, even if the protagonist in the drama, the legend in the history books, it is impossible to be blessed by God to bet the world will win the second time.

Back then, a red-hearted rogue who was tied to the ground knelt aside, his face against the flames was mixed with fear and dissatisfaction. When he asked about the reason for the rebellion, he insisted on defending himself. It's done—that time he never wanted to believe it, so he was thinking of the four words of "national hatred and family hatred" in his mind and let it go.

Two days ago, the doctor who had been withheld by him for specific information and only asked for directions to inquire about his illness saw that his face was really ugly, and he persuaded him that there are only a few lives and deaths, and the manpower may be poor. After a word, he almost drew a knife after his squad, but he smiled, waved his hand behind his back, turned and left-this time he was even more reluctant to believe it, but the other four words were stuck in his heart, and he couldn't afford it.

He quickened his pace and caught up with the medicine-holding Pan Zhi. He watched the concocted branches, stems, roots and leaves fall into a clean pottery pot, water was poured into it, and the soup rolled out of small bubbles and heat, letting the water vapor and the fragrance of medicine leak. Intruded into his sideburn sleeve collar. He made a good mistake, staring at every step of taking the brown-black medicine from the pot to the pot, and then fetched the silver spoon.

That day, he tried to suppress the sleepiness caused by the decoction, pieced together in half asleep and half awake, and tried hard to sculpt a prototype of the evil spirit in his brain, but he couldn't do it.

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

The man was arrogant and self-willed, sometimes unreasonable, had a good temper with the day, and believed in many weird rules. He was never polite to instigate Yang Yizhong in the day, and he did not tell him his origin in the night.

"Control, Lin Shangshu has left the house half an hour ago."

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

"Prepare horses, go to the residence of Zhang Shuxiang in the Xifu."

That person is unique, unmatched in the world.

(Finish)

Note:

The prescription used in the article is the ginseng Baidu powder formula. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com comes from the second volume of "Taiping Huimin Heji Jufang" compiled by the Song Tai Medical Bureau.

The original text is as follows:

Ginseng Baidu Powder: cures typhoid fever, strong headache, strong heat and cold, body annoyance, cold and cough, severe nasal congestion, wind phlegm, headache, vomiting, cold and heat, and all cures.

Bupleurum (removing seedlings), Licorice (removing), Platycodon grandiflorum, Ginseng (removing reeds), Xiong?, Poria (peeled), Citrus aurantium (removing flesh, fried with bran), Peucedanum (removing seedlings, washing), Qianghuo ( To go to the seedlings), live alone (to go to the seedlings).

The top ten flavors, thirty taels each, are coarse and minced. Each serving is two dollars, one cup of water, add a little **** and mint each, and fry them for seven minutes. If you don’t limit the time, take hot for cold and warm for hot. .

Yuzhi Maru comes from the fourth volume of the book.

Ginseng Baidu Powder is still used in contemporary times, and it should be a classic typhoid prescription, see "Chinese Medicine Ancient Books Clinical New Use Series-Essentials of Taiping Huimin He Jifang Prescriptions" (Guizhou Science and Technology Press, 2007).