The pond in the backyard of the General's Mansion is not large, and there are more than a dozen small red-scaled fish with the thickness of fingers.
Hearing movement in the distance, they quickly sank to the bottom.
The branches of the trees by the pond cover the path from the rockery, and anyone passing by will bow their heads slightly. The cobblestone paths and the edge of the rockery were covered with moss, and there was obvious silt and dead flowers and trees.
"The general said that this pond takes up too much space, and originally planned to fill it up to build a training ground."
"… "
The soldiers didn't know what Meng Qi and Mo Li were thinking, and said as they walked, "There is also this rockery, which blocks the light and the wind, making the yard dark, and the road that can be walked directly, has to follow the path. It's too troublesome to turn left and right around the rockery."
"The mansion given by the royal family can be changed at will?" Meng Qi seemed to ask casually, but in fact he was staring at the reaction of the soldier.
"No!"
The soldier grunted.
The veterans who stayed in the general's mansion have long complained, how difficult is it to take care of the pond, flowers and trees? The performance field is sprinkled with water every day, isn't it enough to sweep the floor? Raising fish and broccoli, without being allowed to die, is simply embarrassing.
These fierce soldiers who were born in the battlefield, at most, raised horses. What are fish
"However, even if it can be changed, it will cost a lot of money to fill the pond and re-consolidate the ground. This is Taijing, the craftsmen are very expensive, and they need a consistent amount of money to open their mouths, not counting their food expenses. The general's salary was originally not There are too many brothers who have to support the disabled, where do you have extra money?"
The soldiers dedicated themselves to crying for their generals.
- The meal just now consisted of steamed buns and cabbage.
Such clumsy remarks could not be concealed from Meng Qi. He was about to say something when he suddenly felt his clothes being pulled.
"… "
The ink carp acted as if nothing had happened, using its internal force to move in the air, leaving no trace.
Give the sheep a way to live!
The military rations sent by the imperial court were lacking in the east and west, and Liu Dan could not support his subordinates only on the salary. Suppressing the bandits in Pingzhou is a chore, but it is not a time when there is no money to make money. It is not General Liu who has the final say on how much property there is in the stockade of the bandits.
It's one thing to know, but it's another thing to expose it face to face, Mo Li is about to lose sight of it.
"The second prince and the sixth prince live in the east wing, which is on the other side of the rockery. This side is closer to the courtyard wall..." It's very convenient to walk out of the door and over the wall.
The soldier swallowed the second half of the sentence, tried to keep his composure, pointed to the room in front and asked, "How does the national teacher look at this room?"
The houses of people who have not lived for a long time are almost the same. Although they have been cleaned, there is still dust in the eyes of those who have practiced martial arts with keen eyes and ears, and the decorations are the same.
Meng Qi frowned subconsciously, but didn't say anything.
The soldier heaved a sigh of relief, turned to leave, then thought of something, and added embarrassingly: "There is not enough bedding in the house, and the outside is guarded by the Guards, so there is no way to go out to buy it. If you really need it, I will go again. looking for…”
"no need."
Mo Li's words made his soldiers feel like they were being granted amnesty. He didn't want to stay for long and left the courtyard quickly.
Meng Qi walked around the pond for half a circle, and the more he walked, the more disappointed he became.
The water in the pool is too shallow, it can only reach the chest at most, and that's fine, the water in the pool is not very clean. Maybe it was because of a heavy rain a while ago, and the soil near the rockery was washed into the pond, making the water turbid.
The pores in the rockery were also blocked, and some weeds grew.
"What are you looking at?" Mo Li asked in confusion.
Since this mansion is not empty, the ink carp will never become its original form.
"Hey, the place where you don't want money is gone." Meng Qi was very melancholy.
Doctor Mo decided to leave Meng Qi wandering in the yard, and he went back to his room.
There were candles on the table, and Mo Li didn't go to light them. Anyway, day and night had no effect on him.
He pushed the window open, and used his inner strength to slowly brush through the furnishings in the house. With the bright moon and breeze, the atmosphere in the house was clear. When Meng Qi came in, he saw the doctor sitting by the window, sorting out the box of silver needles he bought during the day.
The box could not fit in the luggage, Mo Li considered whether to find another rucksack, and then divided the items he carried into two piles and stuffed one for Meng Qi.
Thinking of this, my hands couldn't help but start to separate.
The silver needles are my own, the herbs are my own, and a change of clothes...
The ink carps were divided, and they were surprised to find that apart from the golden silk armor and the clothes belonging to Meng Qi, there was nothing to stuff their companions. At this time, a hand reached out and took away the cloud and mist landscape painting.
Mo Li subconsciously held it down and looked up at Meng Qi.
Meng Qi said solemnly: "My portraits are naturally kept by me."
"… "
You say this is a portrait, does the artist recognize it
Mo Li didn't let go, Meng Qi rolled his eyes, simply sat down at the table, and said solemnly: "The doctor loves the beauty of Shangyun Mountain, I can understand it, but... Now that I am in front of the doctor, why does the doctor still Want to see a painting?"
Mo Li was stunned, almost thinking he heard it wrong.
Immediately, the pinna of the ear began to heat, and he wanted to refute someone, but he couldn't say it.
- A gentleman can deceive him.
Meng Qi took the painting away quite contentedly, stacking it with the four sets of fans and a booklet hidden in his arms.
Mo Li, who had originally seen Chungongtu's expression unchanged, suddenly felt this embarrassment, he rolled up his sleeves, and felt that he didn't know where to put his hands.
No, it's just a painting...
Mo Li doesn't understand why he cares so much. It seems that since he arrived in Taijing, he has been a little abnormal. Could it be that this is an adverse reaction of dragon veins to other dragon veins? Just like taking medicine, some people react so strongly to a certain herb that they can't take it, or just smell it and experience dizziness, a slow heart rate, and difficulty breathing.
Well, the more I think about it, the more I feel like it.
Mo Li felt that his inner strength was also a little unruly, and he let it calm the inner breath of the Eight Extraordinary Meridians. Instead, it aroused a feeling of anxiety, as if something was missing.
I had this feeling many years ago. When the ink carp first turned into a human form, he couldn't speak and couldn't understand other people's words. Although he is full of curiosity about the world and yearns for the world outside Tanshui, he has a strange awe of people and even birds and beasts.
Be careful because you don't know.
It was the teacher who led him into the village, into the world, and filled the missing piece.
—Who am I, where do I come from, and how should I stand in the world.
Mo Li followed the spiritual energy to find the place where he was "born", and thought he was a demon. He followed Qin Lu to read and learn medicine to save people. Although he did not have the ideal of hanging a pot to save the world, he also understood what a "human" is.
Human beings are inherently self-interested, but the teacher in Mo Li's eyes and the way of a gentleman in Qin Lu's mouth are Mo Li's ideal, and he has indeed become such a person.
In addition to loneliness, ink carp has everything.
Even loneliness is in the future... When the teacher was alive, this feeling was not too severe.
But that day will come.
Even the ancient sages who lived in seclusion in the mountains still have three or five friends to accompany them!
Mo Li calmed down and asked earnestly, "Brother Meng, the world is so big, are there only two dragon veins of ours?"
"I've been to the mountains and rivers in the northern Xinjiang and the southwest, and I have been to the south of the Yangtze River. The only difference is the western regions and the overseas islands."
When Meng Qi heard Mo Li mentioned other dragon veins, he was a little reluctant, but he answered earnestly in the end, "I have also read through the classics and found many stories about dragons, guessing whether they are dragon veins, and then one by one. Looking for the past... but only disappointed. Some even the prototype of the dragon veins are missing, and some are more like Mount Shilang. After the dragon veins are destroyed, they will reunite the spiritual energy again, and I don't know what year and month they will be able to transform."
Mo Li's spirit was refreshed, and he quickly asked: "Where is the mountain? What is the prototype of the dragon vein?"
"Feihe Mountain is in the hinterland of the south of the Yangtze River. The mountain is not very high. There are seven lakes surrounding this mountain. There are countless rivers of various sizes.
When Meng Qi said this, Mo Li had an impression.
Qin Lu traveled around the world, and when he compared the mountains and rivers to map his disciples, he was often able to speak vividly.
Although the name of Feihe Mountain is not prominent enough, and it has not been praised by verses that have passed through the ages, when it comes to the seven lakes in Jingzhou and the countless birds, the ink carp immediately meets the place.
"Is it Luyang County?"
"Yes, most of the people there make a living by fishing and picking mulberries. Every day when you push the door, you can see the scenery of the lake and the mountains. The village is right by the lake or on the island.
Meng Qi was talking and suddenly felt that this was a place that ink carp would definitely like.
His expression changed slightly, and the advantages of flying up Heshan and Shangyunshan were not obvious at all!
Mo Li was fascinated and asked involuntarily, "What about the dragon veins of Feihe Mountain, is it also a fish?"
"no."
Meng Qi breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably, and at the same time felt extremely grateful.
"It's not a gerbil either... It's different from us anyway." Meng Qi turned around and went to the bedroom holding the scroll.
Mo Li hurriedly grabbed the man. He was not stupid and knew what Meng Qi was upset about.
"Sorry, Brother Meng, I'm just curious." Mo Li looked at Meng Qi with a sincere expression.
After all, they knew each other first, and Meng Qi was also very much in line with Mo Li's "companion" appearance. They could talk without any hesitation, and there were few differences, and sometimes their ideas were in harmony.
"Even if the prototype of Feihe Mountain's dragon veins is a fish, in my heart it is not as good as Brother Meng."
"… Say it again."
Meng Qi tucked the scroll into the corner and covered it with something. Then he walked back and asked solemnly, "Doctor, please say it again, don't look at that painting."
Mo Li didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he didn't look at the painting just now.
It was Meng Qi who was holding the painting, and when he looked at Meng Qi, he naturally saw the painting. His eyes swept over inadvertently, and he was also caught by Meng Qi
"You said it was a portrait, isn't that also you?"
"It's different." Meng Qi said solemnly, "I can accompany you to Zhushan County, accompany you to Feihe Mountain, and take you all over the world, but I can't move up to Yunshan."
What if the doctor doesn't like me after leaving Taijing
There are famous mountains and rivers everywhere, what should the doctor do if he thinks differently
No matter how abundant the aura of the Taijing dragon veins, and no matter how majestic the mountains are, they can’t follow the ink carp with long legs! The ink carp is the dragon vein of Qimao Mountain. It may live in Taijing for ten or even twenty years, but it cannot stay here forever.
There are so many beautiful mountains outside! Still a different view!
Daishan is majestic, Taihua Mountain is dangerous, and Yishan is surrounded by clouds and mists. !
Meng Qi was very nervous, but he couldn't speak.
"Okay, no matter what the mountains are painted by famous artists, in my heart, they are inferior to Brother Meng." Mo Li thought that Meng Qi was still competing with the painter, but he did not know that Meng Qi's concern had changed from painting to a real mountain.
Meng Qi retorted: "Even if you are a painter, you can cut off a landscape and spread it through the ages, after all, it is no better than seeing it with your own eyes."
"Brother Meng means... I shouldn't appreciate the paintings, I should go to the mountain? Go to Shangyun Mountain for a walk?" Mo Li asked tentatively, not knowing why.
Meng Qi left with an expressionless face.
Ink carp: "… "
Doctor Mo guessed that he had said something wrong.
But the troubles of beautiful mountains, ordinary mountains are unexpected.
"You forgot to take the painting." Mo Li said, looking at the painting that was stuffed into the corner.
As soon as the figure flashed, the painting was taken away.
It was so fast that even the ink carp could only see an afterimage.
Mo Li fell into contemplation: Is the national teacher really angry
Mo Li slowly took out the silver needles and herbs, and then took out the paper. He didn't ask the servants of the general's mansion for a brush and ink, so he took the pen cut from charcoal on the road and began to write the prescription.
I saw Liu Qiandai today... No, General Liu, I found that his injuries have almost recovered, but it was the disabled servants in the general's mansion, some of which were caused by old injuries, most of which were colds during wars caused.
Mo Li was going to formulate a prescription first, and then find an opportunity to diagnose the pulse one by one.
Having said that, the meal just now was a bit rough, but the steamed buns tasted good, using white noodles.
There was a rustling sound in the bedroom, and Mo Li did not turn back.
With his and Meng Qi's martial arts, how could a thief break in? Probably Meng Qi was packing his things! Mo Li didn't think much about it, and continued to write the prescription by the moonlight.
As he was writing, Mo Li suddenly caught a glimpse of a shadow on the table.
He looked down, and the shadow quickly jumped past.
The ink carp instinctively stretched out its left hand and grabbed it, and its tentacles were covered in soft and warm fur.
"… "
Silently let go of his hand, and saw a round gerbil squatting on the paper, with its head raised, its black eyes quietly looking at the ink carp, with a look of "I'm just going for a walk, why are you nervous".
Mo Li restrained the thought of looking for the bamboo cup and prepared to continue writing.
The gerbil paced away from the paper, and its paws were stained with the black written on the charcoal pen, leaving a series of black paw prints on the paper, and even the handwriting was blurred.
Mo Li reluctantly picked up the charcoal pen and redrawn the words.
As for the other paw prints on the paper... Forget it, there's not much paper in the bag, so it can't be wasted.
The gerbils really walked around the room, no matter what obstacles they encountered, they kept going.
When he encountered a table and climbed the table, he climbed up and walked down as if nothing had happened, and the ink carp felt that his shoes had been crawled over twice. The third time the gerbil didn't walk on the upper, it climbed up along the ink carp's calf. .
Although the gerbil is fat, its body is flexible, and the ink carp is sitting at the table again, and there are table legs for the gerbil to borrow.
Hu Chi climbed onto his thighs, and was about to continue pacing when Mo Li picked him up and put it on his shoulders.
"Don't move, we will enter the palace later." Mo Li said while writing.
Finding that Meng Qi really didn't plan to change back, Mo Li had to explain, "The prince can't die yet, I'll go check it out again, last time I was in a hurry, this time I'll see how he's doing after drinking the prescription I prescribed. If the situation doesn't worsen, with these silver needles, and with appropriate medicines to dredge the Qi meridians with internal force, at least half a month will be able to live."
The disease cannot be cured, but before the final step, the genius doctor can extend the life of the patient for a few days.
Mo Li continued to say to the gerbil: "At least tell the prince about the sixth prince. The sixth prince is too young, and it is not suitable for him to leave the jade seal. If the prince calls several younger brothers together, let them serve the Qi Dynasty. Don't fight with the common people, does Brother Meng find it useful?"
The gerbil raised his paw to touch his chin, and shook his head slightly after a moment of contemplation.
"cannot?"
The gerbil continued to shake his head.
"Oh, it's not right." Mo Li understood, and after thinking about it, he also agreed with Meng Qi's opinion.
It wasn't the prince's will that could make these princes twisted together, but the hatred for Lu Zhang.
Mo Li said to himself, "So, it's a good thing that Lu Zhang is alive?"
Whether it is the second prince or the sixth prince, after all, he is too young, he has experienced too little, and he has not really grown up. Lu Zhang was alive, on the contrary, it could make these princes clearly aware of their shortcomings. If Lu Zhang died at this time, they would not like to see each other, and the fact that several forces from the Qi Dynasty were added would only make things worse.
"Qi Chao... Internal and external troubles are like a tricky prescription, and it's hard to even change it. If you want to change the monarch's medicine, there is no substitute. The quality of the minister's medicine is not good, and you can't find a better one."
Mo Li put down the charcoal, folded the prescription, and pressed it under the candlestick.
"Brother Meng?"
The fat mouse slid into his arms along the collar of the ink carp.
- Refuse to change into human form.
The ink carp caught the gerbil through the clothes and prevented it from continuing to drill inside.
Forget it, gerbils are better than fat dolls.
The dark clouds slowly covered the moonlight, and when the brilliance of the silver moon showed through the clouds again, the room was empty, and the neatly packed luggage on the table was gone.
***
East Palace.
Instead of reducing the number of Janissaries outside the palace walls, they were more numerous.
It's just that compared to the original harshness, it is much easier to talk now. Not only has the imperial doctor been found, but also various things have been sent endlessly. Including the rare medicinal materials stored in the royal inner library, as well as several pieces of precious warm jade.
Of course, these were not Lu Zhang's orders, but what the Third Prince meant.
The prince was seriously ill. Of course, the two prime ministers had to know the specific situation, and immediately agreed to assign half of the imperial doctors to go to see them.
The remaining half was given to the emperor, who was still unable to get up and couldn't speak.
The prince won't live for long, and the chiefs of Wenyuan Pavilion know that they are still willing to stand on the side of the heir apparent emotionally. However, Prince Fubo has no chance of ascending the throne.
In any case, things have to be done beyond reproach. The third prince respects and loves his elder brother. Although he cannot stay in front of the prince's sick bed because the emperor is seriously ill at the same time, he proposes to distribute the good medicinal materials to the prince, and send warm jade and other rare treasures to the prince. This kind of respect and friendship, In the future, when the third prince ascends the throne, it will be a good talk, and you can write a lot about it.
The prime minister nodded, the emperor can't govern, the courtiers in charge of the inner treasury and the inner servants have not seen the wind and the rudder
Even if he didn't want to show his loyalty so quickly, he didn't dare to neglect the third prince and ignore the meaning of Wenyuan Pavilion.
So the East Palace suddenly became lively, and the inner servant carrying the treasures of medicinal materials was sandwiched between the staff of the Imperial Physician's Office, which seemed extraordinarily chaotic. The Crown Princess didn't care, she just recited the scriptures, and the head-in-waiting of the East Palace was very busy with her.
"What are you doing here, just to make trouble!"
"Those imperial physicians still have the face? If they hadn't made false claims and delayed His Highness's illness, how could it be..."
The prince coughed a few times, and the palace maid beside him suddenly fell silent.
The palace maid Yu Lan carefully took the medicine bowl from the prince's hand, looked at the prince's face, and said happily, "Your Highness looks better today, and coughs less, that one..."
She quickly realized that something was wrong and changed her mind, "This hard-earned recipe is indeed effective."
Just as he was talking, another servant came in with the boiled medicine.
The prince didn't say a word, but the waiter winked. Seeing the empty bowl with residue in Yu Lan's hand, she lowered her head and put the medicine bowl and the plate on the lower table, then bowed and stepped out.
"The imperial physicians are all in the side hall, and they are arguing. This one said that the amount of medicine is not enough, and the other said that it can't be used any more." Yu Lan's expression was respectful, but she couldn't help but sneered a little, "They were talking hotly, but they didn't. One person starts to make a prescription, and according to the maid, this is delaying time."
The palace maids and servants in the hall all showed resentment.
Whether it is the imperial doctor or the civil servants, it seems that the entire palace is waiting for the prince to breathe.
Even the current liveliness is like a show that is ready to be sung.
Yu Lan suddenly heard the chirping of birds outside, and she immediately got up and went out.
After a while, Yu Lan hurried back and whispered: "Your Highness, there is a secret report. The sixth prince returned to Beijing today, and he was originally going to be escorted by the Imperial Guards into the palace for house arrest, but when they entered the palace gate for investigation, they put the curtains on the car. As soon as it was lifted, it was found that the person was gone."
The prince paused, and a helpless smile appeared on his lips: "The sixth child ran away."
"Yes, where does Your Highness think he will go?"
"... The military officer he thinks he can trust is not a civil servant." The prince took a few breaths and whispered, "I can't think of it for the time being, I hope he can be smart and don't do stupid things."