Chapter 284： magic medicine

Chapter 284 Magic Medicine

Fan Beiran seemed to think of something, his eyes darkened slightly, and after drinking a sip of wine, he said with emotion: "On the battlefield, many wounded actually died like this."

In the past two years, Fan Beiran spent most of his time in the capital, and served as the general flag in the flag-bearer and guard, which was quite a decent job.

But he has also been on the battlefield several times before, and has gone thousands of miles away with the army to experience. During the war, he has seen his comrade in the army lose his life on the battlefield, and he has also seen his comrade being seriously injured and the wound is too deep. Supplementation, persistent high fever, coma, and some people wake up after they have survived, even if they become disabled, but more people just go away in a coma with high fever...

Fan Beiran turned the wine glass in his hand, raised his eyes to look at Gu Yuan, his calm voice was a little hoarse: "I remember... Xu Daqian was still in high fever after being wounded by an arrow at that time?"

Mentioning the old friend, Gu Yuan pursed his thin lips into a straight line, nodded, and a trace of sadness slowly emerged in his eyes.

That was two years ago.

He was only fifteen years old at the time, and together with Fan Beiran, they went to the northwest to suppress the horse bandits with the 10,000 forbidden troops from the Xishan Camp.

Xu Daqian was six years older than Gu Yuan. He was 21 years old at the time. He looked after Gu Yuan and Fan Beiran when they were young, so he took good care of them in the camp.

That time, Xu Daqian was shot through the shoulder blade by an arrow from the horse bandit, and the arrow had a barb on it.

Originally thought that the arrow was not poisonous, and thought that Xu Daqian was all right, but that night he developed a high fever and fell into a coma. In just three days, a young man in his prime died.

Thinking of the old man, both of them were in a low mood, and silently drank two cups of Bamboo Leaf Green.

Fan Mushuang wanted to comfort his second brother, so he picked up the pot of bamboo leaf green to add wine to Fan Beiran.

My sister is so good, she is so kind to my brother! Fan Beiran was very helpful, and asked casually, "Why are you asking this? Are you planning to study medicine again?"

He hooked his lips playfully, as if to say, don't have only three days of heat.

Fan Mushuang almost didn't give his second brother a glance, barely clenched his face, and said obediently, "I just thought of the Marquis of Ji'an."

"Jianhou?" Fan Beiran raised his eyebrows inexplicably.

What does this have to do with the Marquis of Ji'an?

Fan Mushuang said: "When I was taking a nap in my mother's green gauze closet yesterday, I heard my father and mother say that the Marquis of Ji'an stabbed him, and the fire was almost gone."

She dipped her index finger in some wine again, and was about to continue practicing the healing spell when Gu Yanfei suddenly asked, "Why did the Marquis of Ji'an stab him?"

Fan Mushuang was refreshed and stopped drawing talismans, and said vividly:

"It was just a few days ago."

"Marquis Ji'an went to Duke Wei's mansion to plead guilty. He wanted to take Mrs. Ji'an's mother and daughter back, saying that he would definitely dispose of the outer chamber. I only asked Mrs. Ji'an to forgive him.

"However, the gate of Duke Wei's mansion has been closed, and Mrs. Ji'an Hou ignored him."

Gu Yanfei poured himself a glass of bamboo leaf green, raised the glass and put it to his lips, the unique wine fragrance with the fragrance of bamboo leaves penetrated his nose, and the corners of his lips were barely visible.

Wei Wan's matter involved the private affairs of the Duke of Wei's mansion, and Gu Yanfei didn't even elaborate on Gu Yuan.

The outside only thought it was the Marquis of Ji'an who colluded with the bandits, and even took the beautiful women sent by the bandits as the outer chamber. Madam Ji'an was angry with him for his infidelity and injustice, and angrily demanded that he be with her husband.

Later, Chu Yi told her that since the Duke of Wei went out to Beijing to suppress bandits, the Marquis of Ji'an had been fearless from the beginning, and gradually became anxious.

It has only been a few days, but the attitude of the Marquis of Ji'an has been turned upside down, and he is completely different.

This **** is still old and spicy, and Duke Wei is really old ginger! Gu Yanfei sighed inwardly.

Fan Mushuang continued: "The Marquis of Ji'an knelt for a long time at the gate of the Duke Wei's mansion, and then stabbed himself in the abdomen with a dagger, saying that he wanted to open his abdomen to prove himself, which startled the onlookers, and also Help him to knock on the door of the Guogongfu, but the Guogongfu still doesn't open."

"My mother said that the Marquis of Ji'an just wanted to make a bad plan, and was uneasy and kind." Fan Mushuang wrinkled his face again, and his cheeks were bulging, like glutinous rice dumplings.

Speaking of the Marquis of Ji'an, she thought of the man surnamed Xue again. This Marquis of Ji'an colluded with the bandits and raised the outer room. This kind of man and the man named Xue were the same thing. I'm afraid it's horrific.

Thinking about it, Fan Mushuang also poured himself a cup of Bamboo Leaf Green and drank half a cup to shock himself, and then continued: "Anyway, after he was carried back to Hou's Mansion by his servant and coachman that day, he soon developed a fever, and the more he Heavier burns."

"The Marquis of Ji'an has invited a lot of doctors to come to the door. The doctors said that Marquis Ji'an was poisoned because of his injury, and he said that he could only do his best to see the destiny. In such a hurry, Mrs. Ji'an Marquis even went to ask the imperial doctor Liang in person. Going to the Hou Mansion is also helpless."

"Originally, the house was going to prepare for the funeral. Unexpectedly, he used the medicine from the hospital in front of him, and the fever subsided."

"Father said that the Marquis of Ji'an can't hold a funeral, so my mother doesn't have to prepare for the funeral."

After    finished speaking, Fan Mushuang looked at Gu Yanfei with a smile, his talking eyes seemed to write: "What else do you want to know, come and ask me."

Is this medicine so magical? Gu Yanfei rubbed the wine glass in his hand and asked with great interest, "Which hospital?"

Fan Mu quickly filled Gu Yanfei with wine again. After putting down the jug, he pushed open a window facing the street, pointed to the right front of the street and said, "It's the thatched cottage in front."

"Wancaotang." Fan Beiran added, motioning for his sister to add wine to him.

Fan Mushuang ignored his second brother's appeal and agreed with a smile: "Yes, it's Ten Thousand Herbs."

"This Ten Thousand Herbs Hall seems to be newly opened. I remember the last time I went there was a rouge shop. My mother and I also went to buy rouge gouache."

Having said this, Fan Mushuang's smile froze slightly.

Later, she fell into that unfortunate love trick, and she didn't even know when the rouge shop became a family medical clinic.

Fan Beiran immediately said: "It opened after the Lantern Festival, it has only been opened for half a month, and it is said that it is good for trauma.

Because Fan Mushuang was "in evil" before, Mrs. Fan inquired about all the medical clinics in the capital, including this newly opened Ten Thousand Herbs Hall.

How could Gu Yuan not see that Gu Yanfei was very interested in this Ten Thousand Herbs Hall.

"Clap!"

Gu Yuan gave two high fives on the spot.

The little servant Wutong who was guarding the entrance of the elegant seat quickly stepped in and heard Gu Yuan's indifferent order: "Go to the Ten Thousand Herbs Hall in front of you to buy the kind of medicine for treating trauma and fever."

Wutong took the order and hurried away. As soon as the door of the private seat opened, the voice of the lobby downstairs came up again. The drinkers were still talking about a certain scholar who fell in love with him. After a while, the scholar went to He held a mirror everywhere, and said in a while that he wanted people to praise him for his beauty, otherwise he would not let them go.

They are all hearsay, the more they say it, the more bizarre they are, and even Fan Mushuang is excited to hear it.

Just when one person mentioned that Scholar Xue died with himself, Wutong came back with a fist-sized small porcelain jar in his hand.

"Eldest young master, second girl, the youngest bought the medicine." Wutong carefully held the porcelain jar, and sighed in disbelief, "Such a small jar costs ten taels of silver, a full ten taels of silver. !"

Two taels of silver can make an ordinary family of three live for a year.

Fan Mushuang was not very interested in this medicine, her soul was being attracted by the scene described by an eloquent old man below, and she heard him sigh, "I heard that when the scholar was struggling in the water. , still shouting, I want to be with myself forever, don't save me..."

Wutong turned a deaf ear to the noisy sounds below. He only felt that the small porcelain jar in his hand was heavy. For fear of accidentally breaking it, he carefully presented it to Gu Yanfei.

Wutong said again with a sigh: "This medicine was sold half a month ago. No one bought it at this price, but after Ji'anhou used it two days ago, the people who were about to die were taken from the gate of hell. Pulled it back. After the news spread, the people from the Longmen Escort Bureau also bought it with the idea of ​​​​trying it out.

"Now there are rumors all over the capital, saying that this is a magic medicine, and more people buy it, but ordinary people can't afford it at all."

"When I went to Wancaotang just now, the head of the Ministry of War came to buy ten cans."

As soon as Mr. He came, there were more people around Wancaotang, and after today, the reputation of this Wancaotang would be even bigger.

Gu Yuan and Fan Beiran looked at each other and thought of going somewhere.

The Ministry of War bought this medicine and used it in the army.

"Do you know the name of the doctor in Wancaotang? Where is he from?" Gu Yuan asked thoughtfully.

Wutong specially asked people from Wancaotang, so he answered without hesitation: "My surname is Wan, my name is Wan Pengcheng, and I am from the capital."

Gu Yuan had never heard this name before, so he raised his eyes and looked at Fan Beiran who was sitting opposite him, Fan Beiran also shook his head.

The children of a family of military commanders like them have been practicing martial arts since childhood, and practicing martial arts means that they will be injured.

Most of the doctors in the Dajing Dynasty who are good at trauma have heard of it, but they have never heard of any household with the surname Wan.

Wutong is a clever one, and immediately said: "Eldest young master, I have inquired about it, this doctor Wan is just a doctor hired by the owner of Wancaotang. This trauma medicine is made by their owner, and it is a unique secret recipe."

"The guys at Wancaotang kept saying that if others bought it, don't try to imitate it."

Wutong also saw it at the time, some people outside Wancaotang should be from other medical halls and pharmacies, I am afraid they want to take back the secret medicine of Wancaotang and study the ingredients of the medicinal materials.

While they were talking, Gu Yanfei had already opened the small porcelain jar, and there was a kind of snow-white powder inside the jar. At first glance, it looked like flour.

Without waiting for Gu Yanfei to ask, Wutong took the initiative to say: "Wancaotang said that this medicinal powder needs to be applied externally, and it is useless to take it internally."

Gu Yanfei leaned over the small porcelain jar and smelled it. Her nose was very smart. Although the wine was fragrant in the elegant seat, she could still be sure that the medicinal powder had no smell and did not look like herbal medicine.

She dipped a bit of powder directly into her lips with her tail finger and tasted it...

Her movements were so fast that Gu Yuan had no time to stop her, and she shouted nervously, "Sister!"

Gu Yuan was so frightened that he accidentally bumped his elbow against the bottle next to him, and the bottle almost fell. Fortunately, Fan Beiran was quick-witted and quickly supported the bottle.

Almost ruined such a good pot of wine! Fan Beiran thought to himself, and gave Gu Yuan a "don't be nervous" look.

Gu Yuan just cares and messes up. Since a person as powerful as our sister dares to taste the medicine, of course he knows it.

Fan Mushuang didn't care about the gossip people below, he stared at Gu Yanfei without blinking, his little face was so puffy, and he almost wanted to try the medicine like Gu Yanfei did.

Gu Yanfei tasted the taste on the tip of her tongue carefully, except for a bit of salty and bitter taste, she couldn't taste anything else.

It is no wonder that the people of Wancaotang dare to say confidently that no one can imitate this medicine.

interesting.

Gu Yanfei casually put the small porcelain jar into his sleeve pocket, and looked out the window in the direction of Fan Mu's two fingers.

Wutong hurriedly said: "Second girl, the shop at the end of the street surrounded by a lot of people is Wancaotang."

"Go buy another jar." Gu Yanfei instructed Wutong, then turned to Gu Yuan and said, "Brother, take this jar to the eldest prince."

Gu Yuan listened to Gu Yanfei and nodded.

So, at noon that day, Chu Yi, who was in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, had an identical small cyan jar in his hand.

The emperor is also in the Hall of Mental Cultivation. At this moment, he is admiring a painting he just finished in front of a desk by the window. The peach blossoms in the painting are in full swing, and the clouds are steaming.

Chu Yi's eyebrows and eyes are almost invisible, the corners of his eyes are slightly raised, and the pupils are sparkling, like the spring light.

He stretched out his fingers and gently rubbed the jar on the porcelain jar, a hint of sweetness in his heart.

The emperor raised his head from the painting, stroked his beard, glanced at Chu Yi with a smile, and at a glance he knew that his son was in a very good mood.

The emperor's clear eyes couldn't help but glance at a wooden box on the desk, and a smile flashed in his eyes.

Gu Yuan, who had just arrived, didn't know it, but the emperor knew that there was an identical small cyan jar hidden in this wooden box, which Chu Yi had ordered to buy at Wancaotang before.

The little girl from the Gu family should have her own son in her heart.

good sign!

The emperor was quite in a good mood when it was sunny in spring. The more he looked at his "Peach Blossom", the more pleasing it became to the eye, and he thought about how to frame it.

Soon, Gu Yuan took the secret medicine of Wancaotang to cure Ji'an Hou and the head of a guard bureau, and finally said: "She said that she doesn't know where the medicine powder came from. A blend of herbs."

Chu Yi casually opened the small cyan jar, looked at the white powder inside and asked, "Do you know what this medicinal powder is called?"

Xiao Shi, who was beside him, suppressed the urge to answer, he could only pursed his lips and squinted at Gu Yuan silently, feeling that this guy came at an untimely time. Go to the harvest at Wancaotang.

"The name of the medicine is very strange, what is it called Penicillium Powder?" Since Gu Yuan wanted to present this medicine to Chu Yi, he naturally wouldn't ask three questions.

"Penicillin." The next moment, a gentle and low-pitched male voice followed Gu Yuan's words.

Gu Yuan subconsciously looked at the emperor, his first reaction was that he heard the emperor wrong, but when he saw the emperor's expression clearly, he couldn't help but be stunned.

The emperor sitting by the window had the light behind his back, his elegant facial features were slightly blurred, his eyes were very deep, his right hand tightly held the armrest of the chair, and the lines on the back of his hand were as tight as iron.

Gu Yuan is a wise man, and he immediately understood one thing: the emperor heard right.

In the Dongnuan Pavilion, it was silent for a while.

Chu Yi hung down his long eyelashes and stared at the medicinal powder in the porcelain jar with deep eyes.

After a moment of silence, Chu Yi raised his eyes to look at the emperor by the window, and spit out four words in a positive tone: ""Taizu Handbook"."

When Emperor Taizu died, Chu Yi had not yet been born, and he had never met his great-grandfather.

About Emperor Taizu, Chu Yi knew some of it from the "Notes on Taizu's Living", some of it was mentioned by the late emperor, Wei Guogong, etc., and more often he heard his father take these as gossip anecdotes when he was a child. tell him.

"It's the "Taizu Handbook"." The emperor nodded a little suddenly.

The years go by, and before you know it, it has been twenty years since the death of Emperor Taizu.

Emperor Taizu is Jinshang's grandfather. The previous emperor did not like Jinshang. The emperor spent more time with Taizu when he was young than with the previous emperor. His feelings for this grandfather are naturally unusual.

Three years before Taizu's death, the dragon's body was getting worse and worse, and the emperor often stayed by Taizu's side. Occasionally, he would hear Taizu muttering some inexplicable words, saying that he still had a lot of things to do, and he also wrote several manuscripts.

"Cuckoo."

The emperor suddenly stood up from his chair, turned his back, looked at the flowers and trees outside the house swaying in the spring breeze, and said: "One year before Taizu died, once, when I was helping Taizu, I accidentally Some of the decoction was knocked over on a handbook, and when I went to wipe it, I only turned a few pages..."

"Penicillin is mentioned in the handbook, which can treat high fever, tuberculosis, pus, etc. caused by traumatic inflammation."

"Unfortunately, I just glanced at it casually at the time..." The manuscript was taken back by the Taizu.

Having said this, the emperor's voice stopped abruptly.

The golden sunlight filtered through the layers of branches and leaves and cast mottled light and shadow on the emperor's face. The light and shadow swayed gently, making his expression more complicated.

There are reminiscences, sentimentality, helplessness, and the ruthless sighs of the years.

The year before Emperor Taizu died, he was already old and frail, and it was getting worse.

In those days, the relationship between Taizu and the father and son of the ancestors was very tense. The ancestors begged Taizu hard, wanted those handwritten notes, and wanted Taizu to leave him generators and steam engines, but Taizu said that on the handwritten notes These things can't be taken out yet.

There were several disputes between father and son.

Once, after the father and son quarreled again, Taizu impatiently sent the emperor away. After that, he sighed a few words to the emperor tiredly:

"Your father is an idiot. If I leave all this to him, he won't be able to keep it."

"If this technology tree is wrong, you can't start all over again..."

"Not enough time, not enough time. If you can give me more time, you can also appoint your aunt..."

Two more in one~

(end of this chapter)