"The old man's temperament is a bit big and he has worries. If you have anything to say, talk to the younger generation at home. Don't lose your temper easily, it's not good for your health."
Mo Li did not prescribe the prescription, but gave Bao Guanyong a small bottle of Cihuitang's Qingxin Pingqi Pills.
Yuan Ting was suspicious, and seeing the rare silence of the old man, he thought it would be fine if he didn't lose his temper.
When the people from Cihuitang sent them out, Mo Li also followed a few steps.
"Some things, like illness, cannot be delayed."
Bao Guanyong was shocked and turned his head sharply, but Mo Li was already looking at a patient behind him who was being supported by an apprentice in the pharmacy.
The voice that just passed to the ear was as thin as a mosquito, it should have been said by the doctor.
But in a trance, it sounded like Meng Qi's voice again.
Treasurer Bao was distracted by his apprentice.
Yuan Ting is not stupid. Seeing the appearance of Shopkeeper Bao, he knows that Master really has something to hide from him.
When the tendon turned the corner, things that had never been thought of before came to mind one by one, and Yuan Ting's face sank.
- He couldn't understand. Seeing that King Ning was about to raise an army, did Master regret it
The two master and apprentice returned to the small building behind the rice shop. There were five passages near the wooden building, and it was easy to enter and exit. Once the spring was pulled, a total of 18 organs were activated. There are many skilled craftsmen in the south of the Yangtze River, and Bao Guanyong is the veteran of Fengxing Pavilion. They seem to have only a foothold in the small town, but in fact, the entire street behind them is full of people from Fengxing Pavilion.
Naturally, Yuan Ting couldn't tell Bao Bao about those things outside. He pretended to be normal, read the ledger and dealt with trivial matters in Fengxing Pavilion, and waited for a day before blowing the lamp and lying down.
A quarter of an hour later, Yuan Ting quietly turned over the window and sneaked into the house next door to Shopkeeper Bao.
Bao Guanyong didn't fall asleep, he sat in front of the stool and waited for his apprentice.
The room was pitch-dark, and the lights could not be lit. Neither teacher nor apprentice spoke, so they stared at it for a long time.
The only light came from the Cihui Hall in the distance.
"Master, are you not optimistic about King Ning?" Yuan Ting asked softly.
"King Ning is lustful and useless, what can you say?"
Bao Guanyong snorted, as long as the three kings of Jiangnan have a great use, will he be here now
Yuan Ting patiently said: "Master, the taller among the dwarfs, compared with King Jing's arrogance, King Wu's insatiable greed, but only lustful and incompetent. Besides, we are not assisting King Ning. Mr. Qiu didn't say it back then, there are lust and lust. The advantage of this year's favor is to throw it away next year. King Ning has more than 20 sons. Picking one who can support the overall situation is always better than King Wu's and King Jing's side. Isn't it true that Mr. Qiu's words are verified now? King Ning has seventeen sons. For, both civil and military, the Chu Dynasty has great hope of revival."
Bao Guanyong reached out and poured the medicine bottle down, and directly swallowed a Qingxin Pingqi pill.
Yuan Ting: "..."
What did he say wrong
As for taking medicine on the spot to show him
Bao Guanyong let out a long sigh of relief, hurting his body in anger. The disciples of Divine Doctor Qin were really thoughtful and could prescribe suitable medicines for those who pretended to be sick.
"You have been in Fengxing Pavilion for so many years. You have never seen or heard of the famous handsome and talented people in Jiangnan. But you tell me, what kind of onion is the seventeenth son of King Ning? Or was it touted by others?"
There must be praise, but it is not that there is no real talent and learning, otherwise, you will not be able to praise.
For the sake of fame and fortune, you can speak against your conscience, but if you have too much ignorance and you can't even find your conscience, you will have no place in the scholarly literary world.
Yuan Ting said inexplicably: "As a king, as long as you know people and make good use of them, you don't need to be better than others in everything."
How many champions have there been in the past dynasties, does the emperor have to write an article that is more colorful than the champion
"Hmph, it's easy to say if you know people and make good use of them." Bao Guanyong waved his hand and sneered, "This old man used to be a member of the army, but later he wandered around the world. The most impatient thing is poetry and writing. Of course, this old man doesn't think that to be an emperor, you have to be an emperor. In the opinion of the old man, the selection officers of the imperial examinations are only for the purpose of picking smart people. Those who study hard and do not understand the theory of state governance will be admitted to the Juren at most, even if the ancestral graves are smoked and they are named on the gold list, they can get a jinshi and other talents. No. 1 can't make a name for himself in the official circle. If the civil and military people of the Manchu Dynasty were all smart, what would the emperor be like without them? If the civil and military of the Manchu Dynasty were not smart enough, what would happen to the country, and what would happen to the people?"
Yuan Ting was stunned, and he subconsciously retorted: "You mean, Xiaojun Wang is not smart enough? Master has never even seen Xiaojun Wang's face, how can you conclude that he is not successful?"
Bao Guanyong looked at him fixedly, and after a long time, he whispered softly as if in a dream:
"Because... this little county king was chosen by Mr. Qiu."
***
Cihui Hall.
Because of the curfew, the number of people seeking medical treatment at the door finally stopped increasing. The last few patients who were too late to leave the workshop before the curfew took medicine. Those who were seriously ill were left in the room behind the Cihui Hall, and went to the workshop with their family members. hotel accommodation.
The lights were not out, the servant was busy cleaning, the apprentices re-dispensed medicines, made pills, and counted the medicine cabinet.
The two doctors who left early in the past did not go home today, and they took the prescriptions in the white diary under the lights to ask Mo Li for advice.
The ink carp won't stay in the city for a long time. In another day, the patients in the city will be diagnosed and treated almost, at least the life-saving ones should be gone. Although they don't know the identity and origin of Mo Li, literati can use poems to make famous posts, and even if they don't know each other, they can sing songs together.
With a famous post, wouldn't it be appropriate to entertain guests
The best room on the second floor of Cihuitang was cleaned up. The mats and pillows were all newly purchased, as well as a pot of hot soup and two plates of Soviet-style dim sum.
The dim sum in the south is very different from the pastry in the north. There are many nuts and pulp, and I prefer to add pickled sweet-scented osmanthus, peach blossom, orange peel, etc. to the dim sum, which is fragrant and smooth. Even the ink carp couldn't resist eating a piece. Originally, he planned to leave all of these to Meng Qi.
Mo Li even thought that the plate of wine-stuffed rice cakes that Cihuitang ate at noon tasted very good, but unfortunately Meng Qi was not there at that time, and he couldn't hide a piece of rice cakes in his sleeve in front of everyone's eyes.
"This sugar rice cake tastes very sweet, can the doctor also have a piece?"
Meng Qi spoke, but his eyes were reluctant.
The ink carp looked away silently - it was a gerbil who was afraid of hardship and loved sweets.
"Brother Meng, I'm worried that Shopkeeper Bao and his apprentice... quarreled." Mo Li looked at the dark night on the other side of the alley and sighed.
"Sooner or later, there will be a quarrel, and now it's better to open up the story, it's better than the imminent, the master and the disciple are strangers."
While holding the rice cake with chopsticks, Meng Qi said casually, "Yuan Ting understands the art of war and can defend the enemy on the battlefield. Once King Ning raises troops, he will definitely enter the army. This is also the future that Yuan Ting originally planned for himself, Bao Guanyong. It is precisely because of this that I can't make up my mind to showdown with my apprentice."
Adviser Ning Wang has been dormant for many years, and the forces he has carefully cultivated are also waiting for the day when the army will rise. Is Yuan Ting a generation without ambition
Meng Qi continued without raising his head: "Have ambitions, ambitions, and ideas of your own... People like Yuan Ting are the backbone of supporting Qiu Pavilion Master's father, they will not stand on Qiu Jing's side, because They feel that what they have done is righteousness, to pacify the Central Plains and reorganize the mountains and rivers, and it is worthwhile to reproduce the war and the devastation."
But now is different from the last years of the Chen Dynasty.
The life of the common people is indeed very hard, and there are many people who cannot survive, but there is no monarch and minister who can really bring them a good life and return to the prosperous age of the Chu Dynasty.
When the soldiers fought together, it was the common people who died, and when King Ning ascended the throne, the life of the common people was not much better.
"It's not that I underestimate the ability of King Ning's advisor to govern the country, but his help is too little, his path is too biased, and he even used his biological daughter to hide his own people in the rivers and lakes." Meng Qi paused, calmly Said, "How difficult it is to run a country, I have tried it with my old friends. It takes generations of people to make the people live and work in peace and contentment. There are not so many talents under King Ning, and Yuan Ting has been in the rivers and lakes for such a long time. It may be possible to kill the enemy in an array, but when it comes to running the country, they are all blinded.”
The people whom Mr. Qiu recruited and cultivated were not clear about these, and they were full of achievements and careers, and they even thought that this was for the well-being of the common people in the world.
But who is Bao Guanyong? He has seen the founding monarchs and officials of the Chu Dynasty, and has experienced many changes in the Chu Dynasty. Even if he was a vanguard officer who could only rush and kill in his early years, and a frontier army coach who could only lead troops, if he lived to this age, if he couldn't see it through, he would be a fool. .
Meng Qi didn't think his old subordinate was a fool.
"What's worse, Bao Guanyong has eight apprentices..."
Meng Qi thought of the nicknames of the eight people, and couldn't help but choked, and then quickly continued, "Especially the eldest and the fourth, nicknamed 'Broken Mountain Tiger' and 'Split Mountain Tiger', are still military attachés under King Ning. , if Bao Guanyong turned against that Mr. Qiu, it would be difficult to say the life of his disciple, and I heard what Bao Guanyong meant, these disciples all wanted to 'recover Chu'."
Fuchu is a good banner.
People are so anxious that they want to go back to the past.
Even Bao Guanyong was not confused by the word "Fu Chu" at first. He hated Li Yuanze, and even more hated Qi Emperor Lu Zhang.
Li Yuanze is hateful, but there are not a few kings in the history books who have killed heroes. Once Li Yuanze died, only the "Chu Dynasty" was left to Bao Guanyong's attention. In his eyes, Lu Zhang was a usurped villain, a courtier who slaughtered and refused to surrender. Bao Guanyong could not wait to slash him with a thousand swords.
If there is no such hatred, even if Mr. Qiu has saved his life, Bao Guanyong may not be attracted by him.
"... Shopkeeper Bao is getting older, and the hatred in his heart has been slowly replaced by his worries about his apprentice. Before he knew it, he became a stranger with that advisor Ning Wang."
Mo Li listened to Meng Qi's words, and his heart was really like this.
"Brother Meng thinks that if their master and apprentice spread their words, can they be single-minded from now on?"
"Disaster."
Meng Qi shook his head without hesitation, "His oldest disciple is in his forties, and he's not a child. How could he not have his own ideas?"
Even if Yuan Ting, the second child in front of him, could persuade him, the other two disciples in Luling County could not be dragged back.
Meng Qi came in secretly. He couldn't sit in front of the lights, otherwise the shadow would be reflected on the window, so he could only find a corner.
Mo Li simply moved the round stool to the corner, and the two sat next to each other.
Meng Qi used chopsticks to feed the remaining piece of sugar rice cake to the mouth of the ink carp.
The ink carp took a bite and pushed it back.
"Remember to use green salt after eating." Mo Li put the plate back in the food box and rinsed his mouth by the way.
Meng Qi sat and hugged the person from behind without letting go.
Mo Li turned around and broke free, and sent the food box and soup pot downstairs.
When I came back, I had used the hot water, towels, green salt, and someone was lying on the bed, euphemistically helping to warm the quilt.
Ink carp: "… "
It's hot in August, warm up the quilt!
He didn't blame the gerbils for sleeping on the mat too hot!
"The doctor is tired today." Meng Qi touched Mo Li's shoulder.
Although he didn't know how to massage, the martial arts master was proficient in meridians and acupoints. He pinched and pressed, and Mo Li was at ease when Meng Qi disturbed him, and then became sore and soft, and almost made a sound.
"Don't move, go to sleep." Mo Li held down one of the opponent's hands, and the other hand came up again.
In the end, the mischievous hand touched his waist.
Well, it was really uncomfortable there, since the storm.
Meng Qi secretly used his internal strength, Mo Li only felt the warmth of the palm of his hand was extremely comfortable, and his eyelids slowly began to fight.
"Ali?"
"Um… "
"Today, you delivered a child to a woman who had a difficult labor. Mother and child are safe. Why did I not feel happy to see you when you came out?"
Mo Li turned his head to glance at Meng Qi, and after thinking about it, he felt that it was not Meng Qi's fault. He half-closed his eyes and said, "The woman's mother-in-law almost didn't agree when she saw my appearance. She wanted the elderly doctor from Cihuitang. Go and see. I'll be sixty years old when I leave here tomorrow, lest this happen to me."
Meng Qi touched his chin. He thought that he and Doctor Mo were 20 yesterday, 40 today, and 60 tomorrow. Will Fengxing Pavilion think they are monsters
Probably not. Compared with the magic of rejuvenation and immortality, Jianghu people believe in disguise more.
The author has something to say: The following is not to whitewash Li Yuanze, mainly because someone asked Li Yuanze to be such a scumbag, why would some people want to restore Chu.
This problem is very complicated. From the perspective of the common people, life was very good at that time. From the perspective of scholars, the Chu Dynasty was the orthodox.
As for Li Yuanze's killing of heroes, there are actually many kings who have killed heroes in history.
I have seen people compare Li Yuanze with Zhu Yuanzhang before, but in fact... Li Yuanze really can't compare with Zhu Yuanzhang