On the day when the wind spirit arrived in Samarkan, it coincided with the opening of the market on the second day of the second month of February, and the Tang Dynasty was not in full swing here, and no one was seen doing those spring sowing sacrifices in the suburbs. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

When entering the city, the examination was not very severe, and the soldiers guarding the city only asked her about the number of people with her entourage and her intentions, and Feng Ling got out of the car and answered, only saying that the merchant had come to invest in the pro-businessman. The defender pointed at her car, "Who else is in the car?" ”

The wind spirit turned around and motioned to the Buddha to raise the curtain on the car, half-revealing the whisk lying inside.

"It's my husband inside, who was originally from Kangju, and he was sick on the road and fell asleep groggily." The wind spirit spoke Sogdian, his eyes showing a bit of pity and pity, and he smoothly impressed the soldier and waved his hand to let him go.

She returned to the car, silently took her hand in the hand, and deliberately lowered her eyes not to look at the majesty of the city gate. The curtain fell, hiding the confusion on her face. "Ayan, this is Kangju Samarkan City, in the past, merchants from the west always said how magnificent Samarkan City is, how magnificent and dazzling, today we are also here, don't you want to take a look?"

The man lying next to her did not react, but she spoke as if he could hear every word she said. Finally, she sighed slightly, grabbed his hand and put it on her cheek, "Ayan, when I entered the city gate, I didn't even look at the city gate, and when you wake up, let's take a look." ”

"Aye, Nachel has never looked at it either." A crisp child's voice suddenly came out behind the wind spirit, and Na Xie poked his head out from behind her to look at Yan Yan: "Aye, Aye, wake up quickly, let's all go to Kangju Country, Na Xie really wants to see the city gate." ”

Feng Ling stretched out his hand and put his arm around Na Xie's shoulder: "You Aye is too tired, he has been fighting in armor since he was fifteen years old, and he has never rested for more than twenty years, let's not quarrel with him, teach him to rest well." ”

The car swayed around the city for a while, and the Buddha Nu shouted through the curtain of the car: "Auntie, it's time to get there." ”

Xingye jumped down from the other car and hurriedly stepped forward to help Feng Ling get out of the car. Buddha Nu opened a door with a delicate depiction of blue lapis lazuli, and the half-brick and half-wood house was neatly and neatly tidied up.

Feng Ling walked roughly around, there are always more than 20 rooms up and down, and two gardens, and there is half an alley behind the house, which is enough to accommodate more than 100 parts of Gu Fang to live. The house is not as regular as the usual house in Tang Di, and the upstairs are not high, but the yellow brick walls are unusually spacious and bright, as if any corner can teach the sun to shine.

"In a hurry, I can only find here, just for the time being, so that the child can have a safe place to land, General Yan ......" Buddha Nu was halfway through his words, and he realized that he had said the wrong thing, and he took a big sip of himself, "I mean, Ah Lang also has a place to recuperate from his injuries first." ”

Feng Ling didn't care, looked around and smiled: "Excellent, I see that this place is excellent, and it is wide enough, and the most important thing is that it fits the edge of the eyes, I like it very much." You don't have to bother to find the house next to you, rest for two days, and hurry back to Xizhou to pick up Ah Mi is serious. ”

Buddha Nu nodded yes, "Now that spring has begun, it is not difficult to walk on the road, and there is no need to rest, I will go back to Xizhou tomorrow, take Ah Qi and them over first, and then deal with Gu Fang's move." ”

"Buddha, I'm not promising, teach you to follow me to suffer, from Shazhou to Xizhou, and now you will come to Kangju again, and you will have to pick up the business of Gufang three times." Feng Ling was a little frustrated, she had never seen a different Buddha, but this time she was sincerely guilty.

"Indeed, I have worked harder." Buddha Nu unceremoniously accepted her guilt, and then laughed: "It's a shame that the Seventh Lady always said that you were born to be a merchant, why haven't you understood it, Shazhou is just a small business town, and the goods between the Central Plains and Xizhou are transferred, but after we moved to Xizhou, what we did was the trading of Datang and other countries, and the pattern has taught Shazhou to be very different." Now that you're here, you've seen what the situation is in the city, it's a big deal in the world, and it's bigger than Xizhou. In the future, there will be big deals to do, Mrs. Gu, you have to hold on. ”

Feng Ling reached out and nudged him, revealing a slightly smug smile. Buddha Nu worried all the way, afraid that she would take care of her day and night, and refused to let go of her hand a little, Gu Fang would not have any mess with him staring at her, but if she continued like this, she would waste herself. Now I see that her fighting spirit is not down, and my heart is at peace.

There was a part of the wind that carried the Yan Yan into the door, and the wind spirit hurriedly left the Buddha slave and led them all the way to the upper room to settle down. Buddha Nu suddenly remembered that he had heard of a famous doctor who had been mentioned in Kangju, who had the ability to live the dead with flesh and bones, as if he lived in the city of Samarkan. He hurriedly explained a few words, and then walked out of the house.

After a short time, the famous doctor really taught the Buddha to bring it. Feng Lingshang was amazed at how he had invited a famous doctor from the Qing Dynasty who was reluctant to go to the clinic in this strange city-state, and he had already taken the healer into the upper room to visit Fu Yanyan.

When the healer saw the wind spirit following the room, he stood up and greeted her respectfully.

The wind spirit bowed back, not daring to disturb the doctor's pulse, so he pulled the Buddha slave outside the house to ask carefully.

Buddha Nu glanced into the room and whispered in the wind spirit's ear: "I have heard people in Xizhou talk about some trivial matters of this famous doctor, and I remember it very well because I mentioned that he had a long-standing enmity with Helu. Hearing that he originally lived in Jinya Mountain, and that his children and grandchildren were all taken by Heluqiang to serve as soldiers, and no one survived, he fled to Samarkan City alone to practice medicine, and set a rule: but no one from Helu's department could be saved. I inquired and touched his medical center, only to say that my Ah Lang was injured by teaching He Lu on the way to the west, and he was lucky to earn his life. ”

The wind spirit groaned noncommittally. Buddha Nu hurriedly explained: "I didn't say a word to him, didn't Ah Lang teach Helu to hurt?" ”

As he spoke, the old healer slowly came out of the room. Feng Ling stepped forward a few steps: "Dare to ask about the clumsy husband's injury, but there is still a cure?" ”

The old doctor looked a little depressed, and shook his head slightly: "This Ah Lang is not injured in the body, according to the situation, it should be injured in the skull, and there is residual blood in it, so it will teach people to be drowsy." Such a lesion has really not been cured. ”

Feng Ling's expression darkened, and she also understood the rules of the Turks, but as soon as she became a burden on the verge of death, she would break it straight, and the healer came from the Golden Tooth Mountain, and he was also a Turk, so naturally he had never had the opportunity to diagnose and treat such an injury.

The old healer frowned and hesitated, "There was once a child who fell from his horse and struck the stone, and his situation is very similar to that of this Ah Lang inside. Because of the pity of his youth, Lao Yu privately poured him a decoction to dissipate stasis and turbidity, thinking that if the blood in his brain dissipated on his own, he would be saved. But this child's life is thin, he can't pour a drop of water in a faint place, and he wasted those decoctions in vain, and he couldn't be saved in the end. ”

Feng Ling suddenly regained his spirits, and bowed his knees to the old healer: "Ask the healer to prescribe the decoction that disperses stasis and turbidity to the slaves, and he is clumsy...... It's not that I can't get a drop of water, but I have been sustained by rice soup for several days every day......"

The old doctor didn't say a word, immediately turned back to the house, and wrote a prescription on the case and handed it to Feng Ling: "Madame, you have to think carefully, I wrote the prescription to you, it doesn't work, just look at each person's artificiality." If the blood in Ah Lang's brain can be dispersed, he may wake up one day, and if it can't be dispersed, or even if it is dispersed, it may ......"

"I save it, the healer only has to do his best to make it convenient, and whatever happens to him in the future, I will bear it." The wind spirit took the square, his bent knees almost touching the ground.

The old doctor took up the doctor's note and said goodbye, stuffed the two small gold cakes that were used as medical fees back into the hands of the Buddha slave, and sighed heavily: "Dujiao Helu is not lightly harmed, and he tries his best to treat the old and decayed, but the medical fee is not to be mentioned again." ”