Gu Yuanbai finished drinking half a pot of good tea, and the Cuju competition outside was about to end. He slowly stood up while supporting the stone table, the pale green veins on the back of his hands as pale as jade, Gu Yuanbai coughed a few times with his fist, and waved back the attendant who was about to step forward: "It's not in the way."
The Marquis of Pingchang looked at him worriedly: "Your Highness, your dragon body is just recovering, you must not blow your hair, you should cherish it."
Gu Yuanbai raised his lips, although his body was weak, but his smile was full of vitality like a hundred flowers in full bloom, "Ginseng, deer antler, tortoise shell, more than that, tiger bones, ganoderma lucidum, Cordyceps sinensis... I see, there is no one in the world more than me. cherished."
"Marquis of Pingchang, there is no one in the whole world who cherishes life more than I," Gu Yuanbai said to himself, and suddenly smiled happily, "Although the medicinal materials are precious, I still have to say that the taste is indeed not very good. The next time I took it, I wanted to throw a basket of licorice in it."
The Marquis of Pingchang couldn't help but sighed in his heart that God's will tricks people. The Sage has been dormant for so many years, his patience and the city's government are very ordinary, and his mind is so open-minded. Why does God insist on playing tricks on this young emperor and giving the Sage such a hindrance
He laughed a few times, and said a few more words to the emperor in a warm voice.
Soon, someone came to inform which side won and which side lost. Gu Yuanbai nodded and said, "Reward."
The head guard glanced at the sky, stepped forward a few steps and whispered to Gu Yuanbai to return to the palace. The early morning of the Daheng Dynasty was once every two days. Today, I just had nothing to do to watch the Cuju competition. Gu Yuanbai originally wanted to go around the capital, but after persuasion, he also dispelled this idea, leaving a few palaces behind. Serving here, he was guarded by the guards and got into the carriage.
The Marquis of Pingchang sent the sage to leave, and was about to take his son back to the house, but he heard that the eldest son, who was accompanied by the minister of the household, had gone somewhere. Fuzhong.
*
When the sky was about to get dark, the Marquis of Pingchang ushered in the prince. The Marquis of Pingchang asked people to wait in the front yard. As soon as Li Yan stepped into the house, he was called by his father to the study.
"I didn't know that you left early until after the Sage left today," Pingchang Hou said angrily, "You dare to leave before the Sage has moved. You are so courageous!"
Li Yan swallowed when he heard the mention of the saint. He was afraid of being discovered, so he hurriedly said: "Dad, guess what I saw today? When I was playing on the street, I saw Xue Yuan's servant in the downtown area. He is too arrogant even when his horse is galloping!"
The Marquis of Pingchang frowned: "Riding a horse in a busy market? No, I have to write an account to the sage."
Li Yan quietly exited the study, and was relieved when he returned to his own room. He told everyone around him to get out. As soon as the door was closed, the candle was lighted, and the warm picture scroll in his arms was spread out on the table.
It is a serious matter to hide the holy picture scroll, how can Shengyan hide it in the bedroom of a little boy so casually
Li Yan, as the prince of the Marquis of Pingchang, naturally knows this truth. But he just couldn't control it. He always felt very excited and excited in his heart. He felt scared and apprehensive when facing the Sage, but he was unwilling to look away from the Sage.
He didn't have any bad intentions, and he didn't intend to use this portrait to do anything bad. He just thought that the saint was really good-looking, and it would be a pity not to draw it.
Li Yan moved cautiously, and in the picture scroll, it was a very noble man. Li Yankou said that the man's eyebrows and eyes were painted by the artist's hand, and the ink on the face below is very light. This is for cover up purposes. Except for him and Tang Mian, no one can know that part of the painting is painted by the sage. .
Sheng Shang's eyebrows and eyes have a special charm, but the painter has never seen it with his own eyes. Li Yan looked at it for a while, and said in frustration: "It is said that it is a painting of the capital city, what kind of painting is this, it looks like a god, it is not as good as mine. The painter."
After cursing for a while, he carefully put away the scroll and put it in the dark drawer by the bed. Li Yan went to the couch, and in his mind he remembered the scene of seeing him on the saint today.
I don't know if this disobedience will make the sage dislike him. He doesn't know what he looks like when he kicks cuju today. He must be blushing and his neck is thick. The sage praises him for his handsomeness.
After thinking about it again and again, Li Yan fell asleep in a daze.
*
Gu Yuanbai naturally didn't know what the young man was thinking. He was served, washed and changed his clothes. At night, his face turned pale. Tian Fusheng asked softly, "Press the head of the sage?"
On Ming Huanglong's couch, three beautiful palace maids in thin clothes knelt beside Gu Yuanbai, silently wiping the emperor's wet black hair with a handkerchief.
"No need," Gu Yuanbai closed his eyes and endured the discomfort in his body, "Let your little apprentice come over and beat my legs."
Tian Fusheng hurriedly called his little apprentice, and the little eunuch knelt under the dragon couch and beat his legs skillfully.
After the black hair was dried, the three palace maids quietly got out of the bed and walked out barefoot.
"Tian Fusheng," Gu Yuanbai suddenly said in a lazy voice, as if he was about to fall asleep, "How is the thing that I asked you to do?"
Tian Fusheng: "Sir, everything is going well."
"Well," Gu Yuanbai said, "every one of the group of people sent out before is my hard work, let them pay attention to their actions, news is nothing, life is the most important thing."
"Yes, I will say it again tomorrow."
Three years ago, Gu Yuanbai secretly sent people to adopt a group of orphans, to provide them with food, clothing and housing, and to teach them how to read, read, and kill enemies. of a sharp blade.
They only listened to the emperor's words. They did whatever the emperor asked them to do. A year ago, Gu Yuanbai singled out 400 of the most loyal people and let them infiltrate the houses of various officials, as well as the frontiers and other places. Among the defenders, not only that, but also the imperial guards in the palace and the guards beside him also had these people lurking. Back then, this knife played a vital role in pulling down the powerful minister Lu Feng.
Gu Yuanbai secretly named it the Supervision Office, and a huge network slowly spread in the land of Daheng in secret. Among the people sent by the Supervision Office, some of them had already achieved military merit, and those who were not good were still looking for it in the Minister's Palace. The opportunity for improvement, the news that came back from them, had begun to take on a terrifying power.
It's only been a year, Gu Yuanbai is not in a hurry, he is a little drowsy: "Let's settle it."
Jinyiwei in the Ming Dynasty, Luan Yiwei in the Qing Dynasty, and Gu Yuanbai also wanted to form an elite team that only listened to his words, strong armored soldiers. The various ideas in his mind are endless, and the Supervision Office and the elite team on the bright side can complement each other and supervise each other. He even thought of a name for this team, and it was called Donglingwei. He was an eagle with sharp eyes and claws in his hands. Unfortunately, no matter how much he thought about it, he still lacked the capital of the revolution.
Gu Yuanbai didn't know what step he could take before he died, but if he didn't do anything, it would be extremely uncomfortable.
Tian Fusheng turned off the lights and retreated silently. When he reached the outside of the hall, he nodded with the captain of the bodyguard and said in a low voice, "Your Highness is tired today."
The captain of the bodyguard was surnamed Zhang, and his name was Zhang Xu. Not to mention his outstanding looks, he was only eight fights tall. This was the captain of the bodyguard who was personally selected by the sage from the forbidden army. Zhang Xu was grateful for the grace of the sage and decided to guard it well. The security of the Holy One, the loyalty to the Holy One, can be said to be single-minded.
The captain of the guard sighed and said distressedly: "Sage is happy today."
Tian Fusheng couldn't help but nodded, "If there is such a thing next time, the little one has to beg the sage to watch it. If the sage can be happy, even if the little one breaks his waist, he has to play Cuju on the court. Holy See."
The captain of the guard was silent for a while. The guards who were standing guard across from him were busy winking at him. The captain of the guard twitched for a while and said, "We brothers are also good at kicking Cuju."
Among them, many people still practice specially because the saint likes them. All of them are good players, and they are very fancy and eye-catching.
Tian Fusheng let out a chuckle, chrysanthemums blooming on his face, "Since Guard Zhang said so, the little one will remember it, and when the sage asks it back, the little one will tell the sage about it, and the little one will be able to do it at that time. Dipped in the holy light, let's see the skills of the guards."
Several people were talking and laughing when Tian Fusheng heard a few meowing sounds from the corner. He trotted over with his expression unchanged, and walked back with a happy face after a while, "Guard Zhang, a famous doctor has entered Beijing!"
*
The people from the Supervision Office came to the news that there was a traveling doctor who came to Beijing from Huainan. When Tian Fusheng told Gu Yuanbai the news, Gu Yuanbai was not happy, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and he was still wearing the heavy dragon robe of the court.
These dragon robes are cumbersome, and his face is also a little rosy because of the heavy weight, which seems to be flawless and beautiful, but the look between his eyebrows is slightly tired.
In today's court, many people joined General Xue's son. Xue Yuan was riding a horse in the city. It was not a big deal or a small one, but Gu Yuanbai was very upset.
The future prince regent was too arrogant.
He fined General Xue three months salary and ordered him to discipline his son well. Just because I think of the male protagonist in Xue Yuan's book, I'm in a bad mood now.
But the famous doctor still has to see it. Gu Yuanbai asked someone to put him in an indigo uniform, and led a few people out of the palace in a low-key manner.
In fact, Gu Yuanbai didn't have much hope in his heart. The imperial doctor in the palace was the best doctor in the world. There was nothing they could do. How could this traveling doctor compare to his imperial doctor
"Young master, it's here." The chief guard pointed to the wooden door in front of him.
Gu Yuanbai grinned and asked him to knock on the door, but after a while, a child came over and opened the door, looking at them up and down from the crack of the door: "Are you here to heal?"
The head guard said, "That's right."
The boy said, "Who is it for?"
Gu Yuanbai walked out from behind the guards, and he was as tall as bamboo in a green shirt. He smiled at Xiaotong, "It's coming down."
Xiaotong looked at him with his mouth open, and asked stupidly, "Do gods get sick too?"
"I don't know if the immortals will get sick," Gu Yuanbai said with a smile, "but I am sick."
The boy led Gu Yuanbai in. There were many other people in the room who came to see the doctor.
The guards are full of energy, and their aura is not like ordinary people, not to mention Gu Yuanbai. He is carefully guarded in the center, and his steps are leisurely. Even if his face is pale, he can't stop his arrogance.
Youyi glanced at them and knew in his heart that these people must not be ordinary people, but he didn't say it clearly, but silently motioned Gu Yuanbai to sit down. Gu Yuanbai stretched out his hand, revealing a small section of his wrist. The famous doctor took the pulse for a quarter of an hour, and the frown deepened.
When he removed his hand, he simply said neatly: "It can't be cured, I can only hang it with tonic."
The attendant's face was dark, and Gu Yuanbai sighed deeply, letting him leave the money and get up and leave.
He didn't feel bad.
The sage walked at will and walked slowly to the river. He lowered his head and looked down. The face reflected in the water was the color of peach blossoms. There was nothing wrong with this body, but this face was outstanding, but Gu Yuanbai didn't like it.
He looked at it for a while, then stretched out his hand backwards, the waiter brought a handkerchief, Gu Yuanbai wiped his wrists and hands, and saw a mother bird feeding the chicks on the tree beside him, he stared at it for a moment, and the handkerchief in his hand was gone. It was carried by the wind into the river.
"I wasted a good veil," Gu Yuanbai sighed, "Let's go, go back to the palace."
The water was calm and calm, and the veil was carried away by the water. It was not until the group of people disappeared that there was sudden movement under the water. A man dragged a woman to the shore, and the two were soaked and embarrassed. , but the eyes of the man who was covered in silk and satin shone brightly.