Power and Favor

Chapter 1202: It's a pity

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Supervised by the old lady, seven days after the injection, the cervical spondylosis of the embroidered women has indeed improved. Princess Zhenguo fulfilled her promise and announced to the public that she would try the medical skills of these new doctors to treat the symptoms of head wind.

This action attracted a lot of people's onlookers, and they all said that the princess of Zhenguo was going to die? How dare you call these doctors for treatment, there are imperial doctors in the palace.

The head wind is a stubborn disease, and it is on the head. If not treated properly, she is so old and life-threatening.

The royal family members and envoys also came to persuade each other one after another, knowing that it was Yuan Qingling's idea, and secretly accused them.

Regardless of what outsiders say, Princess Zhenguo came to the old lady's outpatient clinic that day, and after the pulse was diagnosed, she arranged for the injection.

The family members who accompanied the eldest princess were very worried, and asked many questions to the doctor who came up to administer the injection, and even wanted to hinder her.

The eldest princess was annoyed and gave an order, "All the old men should withdraw, just stay outside, no one is allowed to disturb."

"Mother..." Cui Shi, the daughter-in-law of the eldest son, stepped forward to persuade him, "It is better to be more cautious. If you want to use acupuncture, the imperial physician knows how to use it. Why not call an imperial physician to the Fuzhong for treatment?"

"Why do you talk so much? Tell you all to go out, don't you listen to people's words?" Zhenguo princess said in an air.

Yuan Qingling stepped forward and said, "Ladies, don't worry. Although these doctors have not practiced external medicine yet, they are very skilled in acupuncture and moxibustion. When they were in the academy, they practiced every day without any problems, so don't worry."

The Cui family resented Yuan Qingling, "That's what I said, but it's an accident. Who can be responsible? The princess believes in them so much, why don't you try it yourself?"

"The old man is responsible for himself!" The princess said angrily and made a gesture to tell the women to drive them out.

In no way, everyone can only guard outside, and some people gather outside, wanting to see if these doctors are really proficient in acupuncture.

When Princess Zhenguo sat on a chair, a doctor came forward and rubbed her trigeminal nerve for a while, and said: "Princess, it's time to apply the needle. Lean back and don't move for now."

The eldest princess slowly leaned on the back of the chair, holding the armrests with both hands, she could see that she was still a little nervous.

Yuan Qingling stepped forward and held her hand, and said, "Don't be afraid of the princess, acupuncture is the same as yours in the past."

"The old man knows!" said the princess, slowly closing her eyes, waiting for the moment the needle pierced her scalp.

After waiting for a while, but still didn't feel it, but the hands were still rubbing the acupuncture points on her head, she felt a little stunned in the bottom of her eyes, "Why not start?"

It's a newcomer, I'm afraid it is necessary to accurately acupuncture points, but so hesitated, don't people outside feel that their medical skills are not good

Yuan Qingling smiled, "Princess, the injection has already been given."

The princess was startled, "Have the needle been applied?"

The woman next to her smiled and said: "When you were talking to the princess, the doctor had already given the needle, don't you feel it?"

The eldest princess felt that some blood was stagnant on the top of her head, and her scalp was a little heavy. When the needle was applied, this feeling was true. She smiled slightly and looked at Yuan Qingling and said: "That's really good. Ai Shi needle, when the needle is pierced, it is more painful."

"They used a small needle, so the pain is not obvious." Yuan Qingling glanced outside, and dozens of people looked at it, some of them looked dodgy, presumably someone from another medical clinic. Maybe it was sent by Princess Huiping.

Yuan Qing Ling retracted her eyes faintly, Princess Hui Ping was stubborn, afraid that she would have another problem next.

After the injection on the first day, the eldest princess said that the situation had eased slightly and looked forward to the next day.

After the eldest princess left, the doctors walked out, still maintaining order as they did before, allowing the people to come in to see a doctor.

There is no special expression, nor arrogance.

After Yuan Qingling spoke a few words with her grandma, she went back.

Lao Wu is also busy with other things now. He took some people to inspect the warehouse of the Ministry of War and found that there were many weapons that he hadn't seen before, so he drew pictures and showed them to Yuan Qingling.

After Yuan Qingling watched it, it turned out to be a weapon made of gunpowder. It was a little strange, "Co-author, has gunpowder been used before?"

"No?" Yu Wenhao is a military commander. He didn't know anything about it decades ago, but in the past ten years, there hasn't been any.

"But you see, the firecrackers and the grenades are all weapons that are more powerful. Of course, they are not comparable to the tanks developed by Dazhou. Dazhou’s tanks can carry gunpowder weapons." Yuan Qing Ling said.

Yu Wenhao was surprised secretly, "These are all in the cellar of the weapons depot. They have been piled up there for years. There is indeed some gunpowder, but it has been damp and cannot be used."

"Why don't you ask Duke Xiaoyao or Shoufu if you have used gunpowder to make weapons before?" Yuan Qingling said.

"If there is, then we don't have to rely on Da Zhou. After all, the distance is long and transportation along the way is not convenient." Although Da Zhou and Bei Tang are now friendly nations, there is no permanent peace between countries. Bei Tang always wants Develop his own military power, which is what Yu Wenhao wants to do.

He doesn't believe in Jing Ting, but Jing Ting cannot fully represent Da Zhou. Even if he can, he and Jing Ting will die one day. Will the friends of today become enemies in the future? Hard to say.

Even if they are friends, they should be equal.

Without delay, Yu Wenhao went into the palace to find the three giants and asked about the weapons in the warehouse.

The Supreme Emperor looked at the drawings he had brought, and smiled faintly, "These were developed by Prince Anfeng and his wife. They were only used once on the battlefield. Later, Emperor Huizong decreed that these weapons should not be used anymore and destroyed the big Part, I didn’t expect there to be some in the warehouse."

Yu Wenhao was taken aback, "Why?"

The Supreme Emperor said: "Master Hui Zong is kind and feels that these weapons kill too much and the killing is too heavy, and God will anger the Northern Tang Dynasty, so he made a will to destroy these weapons."

After hearing this, Yu Wenhao felt extremely regretful. If Beitang continued to develop these weapons, where would it have been beaten before? Most likely, it surpassed the tank developed by Da Zhou.

Thinking that Beitang could have a powerful military force, but now it can only rely on Da Zhou, Yu Wenhao's heart is unspeakable upset.

The Supreme Emperor saw his thoughts and said: "If you want to develop these weapons again, you should discuss with your father, you don't have to ask Gu, if you don't approve or object to it."

After all, the Emperor Hui is the father of the Supreme Emperor, and the Supreme Emperor cannot fail to comply with his will, so he can't continue to research and develop.

Yu Wenhao understood, and said: "The grandson goes to the emperor father and talks about it. If the emperor father agrees, I am afraid he will have to consult Prince Anfeng."

"Go!" The Emperor raised his hand.

Seeing Yu Wenhao bowing and exiting, and then looking at the blueprint on the table, he slowly reached out and took it up. This is something he has always felt regretful in his years of reign.