After returning to Beiping, seeing King Yan, and reporting the incident in Dezhou, Meng fell ill again.

Doctor Zhao has been summoned to the palace, although he has not been ordained, with his ability and the qualifications of the Hongwu Dynasty, the palace doctor will also give him three points.

After many years in Biansai, Dr. Zhao has long lost the desire to compete for fame and fortune, except for going out with the army, holding the medical books collected by the palace every day. Summarizing the experience of the predecessors, he excerpted it and put it together with his own medical codex, planning to pass it on to his apprentices in the future.

"Medical skills are not self-cherishing. In the past, Zhang Ji wrote a theory of typhoid fever and miscellaneous diseases, and the old man did not dare to compare himself with a medical saint, but only hoped that what he had learned in his life would be passed on to future generations and benefit the people. ”

Dr. Zhao taught his apprentices in this way, and did the same. In front of the royal doctor and the good doctor, he never hides his selfishness.

Wang Fu Doctor Zheng and several good doctors respected Dr. Zhao from the bottom of their hearts, and took out their own codex and medical experience, and used their spare time to discuss together, correct each other, and make progress together.

"Can this be used for this disease?"

"Hey, why didn't the old man think of it?"

"How can wounds be treated?"

"Great goodness!"

"Brother Liu is good at acupuncture?"

"I don't dare to say that I am good at it, but I can still discuss it with you."

"Then I have to ask ......"

After several rounds of medical seminars, the good doctors of the royal palace found that the medical skills were broad and profound, and the sage said that there must be a teacher in the threesomes, which can be described as a wise saying.

Once there is theory, it is necessary to link it with practice.

The good doctors in the palace were thirsty for knowledge, and every day they had to receive waist cards from Dianbao and go to the military camp outside the city to heal the wounded soldiers.

Being targeted by these doctors with green eyes, the soldiers couldn't help but shudder.

Obviously, a slap can be slapped to death, how can it make people feel cold in the back of their necks?

"Don't be afraid." The good doctor of the royal palace opened the medicine box with a smile and took out a cloth bag, "It will be fine soon." ”

The unfortunate soldier who was pulled by wanted to say that he just caught a cold and was fine.

"It's not necessary to avoid medical treatment." The good doctor of the palace spread out the cloth bag, showed the two rows of silver needles inside, and pulled out one, "Quick, lie down, and ensure a few stitches." ”

The silver needle flashed with cold light, and the military man took three steps backwards.

A bowl of ginger soup can solve the problem, how can it be like this?

Is this healing? Isn't it really fatal?

"Right away."

"What an X!"

The soldier turned around and ran away.

The good doctor of the palace raised an arm and shouted anxiously in the wind, "Don't run, two needles, one needle is good!" ”

The speed of the soldier was faster, and he didn't run because he was kicked in the head by a donkey.

What respect for the doctor, respect for the elderly, all to death!

Since then, the good doctors of the royal palace have gone to the camp outside the city, and the soldiers and men are like great enemies. If you don't get nervous, who has ever seen a doctor like this? The good doctors of the palace are also very helpless, but they just want to pursue progress, why is it so difficult?

God lives up to his wishes, just when the good doctor in the palace was relatively helpless and sighed for a long time, someone finally sent it to the door! Meng Shishilang, who was lying on the bed, fell into the tiger's mouth.

Looking at the doctor crowded in front of the bed, the corners of Meng's eyes twitched.

Do I need three people to diagnose the pulse?

Do I have to study for half an hour to prescribe medicine?

He's just a little weak, weak and a little feverish, what is this guy doing with a silver needle?!

Knife? Not even more!

Doesn't he have an incurable disease, does he need this?

"Doctor Zhao, take a step to speak." Meng leaned on the side of the bed, the expression on his face was a little stiff, "Meng is just a minor illness, I am really uneasy to worry about you." ”

It's just that Yanshan's defenders are in trouble, and even the royal palace doctor is dispatched when he is sick, so what do others think?

Pride?

Definitely enough to live.

Doctor Zhao understood the hint in Meng's words, and discussed a few words with the royal doctor, "In this case, we still don't think it through." ”

After a burst of footsteps, only Meng and Dr. Zhao were left in the room.

Meng finally breathed a sigh of relief, it was not easy.

Doctor Zhao suddenly gave up his hand, "Meng Yanshi, the old man has made amends to you on behalf of his colleagues." ”

"I can't help it!" Meng was startled and jumped up directly from the bed, "Doctor Zhao, don't do it!" ”

Doctor Zhao insisted on making amends, but Meng refused to let him live or die, and after a while, both of them were sweating.

"Huh?"

Meng found that after sweating, his body was much more relaxed. Although he didn't have much strength, his chest was no longer uncomfortable.

"Doctor Zhao, did you do it on purpose?"

Seeing that Meng understood, Dr. Zhao straightened up and said, "The illness of the servant is not all due to fatigue, but also the depression in my heart. ”

Feeling depressed?

"Why are you worried, the old man is inconvenient to ask, but in the long run, I am afraid that it will cause the old disease of the trouble." Doctor Zhao opened the medicine box and took out a bottle of pills, "No thing in the world is perfect. It is better to put things aside for the time being, and take care of the sick body first. ”

"What Dr. Zhao said is very true, and I have been taught."

Solemnly thanked Dr. Zhao, and Meng took the pill.

"Take two pills a day with warm water." Doctor Zhao closed the medicine box, "The old man will come back tomorrow, let's rest early." ”

Sending Dr. Zhao away, the eunuch of the palace sent hot water, Meng simply washed and took the medicine, lay on the bed, pulled up the quilt, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Texas and his party, as long as there is no accident, the lives of the Meng family should be saved. However, King Yan did not pursue the Meng clan for leaking the city defense of Beiping, but Meng Chongjiu and other clan elders would not let Meng Qinghai go easily. The fourth cousin stayed in Texas, not only for merit, but also to be able to say a few words for his family in front of the clan elders, right?

Before going to Texas, Meng went back to Mengjiatun again and learned the thoughts of the clan elders from Meng Chongjiu.

There are two things, let Meng Qinghai go this time, and it is difficult to guarantee that he will do it again next time. Lifting it high and gently putting it down may not make Meng Guangxiao and Meng Qinghai grateful, I am afraid that it will attract their greater resentment and give birth to a sense of revenge. If things develop to this point, Meng Guangxiao's party is destined to be separated from the clansmen, so how can Meng Qingjiang deal with himself?

Meng is not a saint, and for him, the safety of his family is more important than anything else. But while on the side, thanks to the care of his two cousins, he was able to survive the most difficult days.

almost brought the family to a dead end, Meng Qinghai's death is not a pity, but he is Meng Qingjiang's brother in the end.

Meng Qinghai wanted to be punished, but he couldn't let Meng Qingjiang completely chill. How to deal with this matter, Meng has several ideas in his heart, and which one to take, he must wait for Meng Qingjiang to return safely from Texas before discussing with the clan elders.

I rubbed the corners of my forehead, and my head hurt a little. It's not good to think too much, but you can't help but think about it.

From just wanting to ensure the livelihood of his family to starting to think about the entire clan, little by little, Meng Qinghai's thoughts and actions gradually integrated into this era.

One family, one surname.

Living here, you are destined to be inseparable.

Living your life behind closed doors?

It's destined to be a luxury.

Closing his eyes, Meng was very tired, so tired that he didn't want to move.

The knock on the door interrupted his thoughts, and he didn't want to get up, so he said directly: "Please come in." ”

The door opened and closed, and the shaft creaked.

The footsteps were soft, bypassing behind the screen, and stopped.

When he opened his eyes, the crimson robe came into view, "Command?" ”

Meng wanted to sit up, but he was pressed by his shoulder, and without much effort, he pressed him back again.

"Lie down and don't move." Shen Xuan sat on the edge of the bed, his palm covered Meng's forehead, and the familiar cold fragrance poured into his nose, "It's better?" ”

"Humble ......"

Halfway through the words, Shen Xuan withdrew his hand, his black eyes suddenly approached, his forehead touched, and the rest of the words were immediately swallowed back into his throat.

"No more fever." Shen Xuan stepped back a bit, his fingers brushing Meng's chin, "Have you taken the medicine?" ”

"Yes." Meng's throat was a little dry, "Command ......"

"Privately, Twelve Lang can call me the word, Ziyu."

The smile is elegant and the tone is gentle.

Command Shen was in full swing, and Meng said that he couldn't hold it anymore.

The beauty is really terrible.

The black eyes were closer, and his hand was against the side of Meng Tou, and his body did not touch it at all, but it seemed to trap him.

Meng Shishilang swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty.

What to do, he was a little excited...... Well, not a little, very.

If you do something to this person now, will you be hacked to death with a knife?

Just kiss it, how likely is it to pass the customs safely?

It was quiet in the wing, and gradually, both of them seemed to have forgotten what they had been talking about.

The slender fingers swept over the side of Meng's neck, gently opened the neckline, and a piece of white jade slipped from the neckline.

Shen Xuan had a smile in his eyes, "Close-fitting?" ”

Meng didn't say anything. He knew that this kind of wearing was wrong, but he could hang it on his body openly, and he really couldn't do it.

"That's fine." Shen Xuan's voice became deeper and deeper, and the distance between the two became closer, "Twelve Lang." ”

Warm breath brushed the tip of his nose and disappeared into the corners of his lips.

It's a little itchy.

Meng closed his eyes, wrapped his arms around Shen Xuan's shoulders, and touched the ends of his hair with his fingertips, silky and cold, like the finest silk.

I've wanted to touch it.

The touch on the lips is very light, like a dragonfly dotting water.

The slightly cool fingertips slid over the corners of his eyes, pulling up a strand of scattered hair, "Doctor Zhao's medicine." ”

Meng Shishilang opened his eyes and was puzzled.

Shen Xuan raised his head and wiped the corners of his lips with his fingertips, "The same bitterness." ”

Meng: "......"

What should he do? Go rinse and then move on?

Obviously impossible.

Just let go of the rare opportunity? It's really unwilling.

No matter how unwilling he is, the previous atmosphere is gone.

"I have made it clear to the prince that you do not need to accompany you on this expedition. The prince stayed in the palace, and the prince and the prince served in the army. ”

"Command ......"

"Forgot? Call me Ziyu. ”

A big hand suddenly covered Meng's eyes, and in the dark, the tip of his nose seemed to be pecked.

"The jade is with me, if the prince has an order, I can't get it for the time being, and everything is waiting for me to come back."

The hand in front of him moved away, but Meng didn't move, and he didn't slowly open his eyes until the footsteps disappeared behind the screen.

Lifting the white jade hanging around his neck, should he also give Shen Xuan something? This piece of jade has obviously been carried by Shen Xuan for many years, what should I send to be worthy of the other party's intentions?

Take a deep breath and exhale it slowly.

Wrap yourself tightly in the quilt, go to bed first, and then talk about your body.

For the next few days, Meng stayed in his room under the pretext of recuperation. The prince and the king of Gaoyang sent people to visit and sent a lot of things, and Meng Shishilang made a small fortune.

During his recuperation, Meng heard a lot of new things, and there was a name that appeared very frequently.

On the order of Emperor Jianwen, Yan's Gao Wei.

"That old man from Nanjing is really annoying."

After the Battle of Beiping, Zhu Gaochi's position as the prince became more and more stable, and Wang An, who followed him, also raised his eyebrows once, his waist was much straighter than before, and it was not uncommon to look at people with his nostrils. He treated Meng more and more kindly, and when he came to visit the patient on the order of the prince, the smile on his face never stopped.

"Gao Wei? Recently, I have always heard people mention it, but from Nanjing? ”

"That's him!" Wang An slapped his thigh hard, gritted his teeth and said, "That old man was a student of the first emperor, and he didn't do anything good when he came to Beiping......

From Wang An's mouth, Meng clearly learned about Gao Wei's life, although he only had a few words, he had a general impression of Gao Wei.

The maid was awarded the rank of filial piety, and was praised by Emperor Hongwu for her diligent work and repeated suggestions for good advice. It's a pity that the good times didn't last long, and he was soon convicted of "not meeting his orders", dismissed from his post, and sent to Guizhou Guansuoling to fill the army.

"It's said that it's filial piety and uprightness, Haoran is upright, I'm sorry!" Wang An obviously has a considerable resentment towards Gao Wei, "Our family doesn't understand, since Geng is upright, how can he be allowed to serve as a younger brother and nephew but not shirk?" Hide back in his hometown and let others go to the border for him, return the gentleman, and return justice? ”

"Substitute for servitude?"

"Meng Yi doesn't know anything?" Wang An saw that Meng was puzzled, and hurriedly explained, "Gao Lao Pifu was once regarded as a filial friend, so he was changed from a capital crime to a soldier, and as a result, the border was replaced by his family. After the new emperor ascended the throne, he also pardoned him for his crimes, entered the Ministry of Officials, and counsellored military affairs. ”

"He came to Peking on the orders of the imperial court?"

"However, I still took the initiative to ask for help."

When the little eunuch came to invite someone, Wang An almost explained everything about Gao Wei, and Meng had to smack his tongue for his ability to listen to the news.

As a useful listener to the son of the world, he is proud of himself, and he is not ambiguous at all when he does things.

It doesn't matter how much the bones are lighter, as long as they can do things.

At this point, Zhu Gaochi, like Zhu Di, is a pragmatist.

Not long after Wang An left, Wang Quan came to the door with something again.

Meng had to thank the king of Gaoyang County for his kindness in a proper manner, and talk to Wang Quan a few more words. What surprised him was that Wang Quan also kept Gao Wei in three sentences, implying that the king of Gaoyang County was thinking about how to clean him up.

"This tall old puppet is really not a thing!"

When Wang Quan scolded enough, got up and said goodbye and left, Meng's brain began to spin rapidly.

The words and deeds of Wang An and Wang Quan must also represent the attitude of the prince and the king of Gaoyang County.

How hateful is this old gentleman Gao, so that King Yan's father and son are so unwelcome, and they want to cut him anytime and anywhere?

deliberately presupposes this person to him, it shouldn't just be for a while. Should I do something and take the initiative to save orders from my superiors?

What is he? There is a Daoyan monk who still needs others?

Meng didn't believe that the monk who could successfully instigate King Yan to rebel in ten years would have nothing to do with Gao Wei.

Compared with eloquence, more knowledge, than courage, which is not a monk far ahead?

When it comes to the strange people of the Ming Dynasty, except for Liu Wencheng and others who were slaughtered by Emperor Hongwu, the monk Daoyan is definitely unbeatable.

Did others not think of it, or did the monk take the initiative to avoid it?

Should he come out of this? Meng didn't understand.

Just as he was hesitating, Zheng He came to express his condolences on behalf of the prince. After less than three sentences, Gao Wei's daimyo reappeared. Meng Shishilang looked up at the sky, okay, it seems that this matter, he doesn't want to come out, and he can't do it.

In the warm pavilion of the carrier hall, King Yan and Monk Daoyan are playing against each other.

On the chessboard, the black and white are inseparable, and after a few steps, the white gradually begins to gain the upper hand.

"The monk has taken this step exquisitely."

"Amitabha, the poor monk is just a trick." Monk Daoyan pronounced a Buddha horn and twisted the Buddha beads, "Have the prince and His Royal Highness the King of Jin agreed on a date to leave?" ”

"Two days later." When it came to military affairs, King Yan's expression became serious, "The lonely people put on a good show near Datong, Li Jiujiang will definitely not be able to hold back when he gets the news, send troops up, and ...... when the time comes."

The powerful fingers twisted up a black spot, and landed on the chessboard with a snap, "Let him tempt it, no matter what, he will make it come and go!" ”

"The prince is wise."

King Yan waved his hand, obviously very confident in the battle. He hadn't been afraid of anyone more than he had been to fight.

The good mood didn't last long, thinking of Gao Wei in the palace, Zhu Di twisted his eyebrows again. He was martyred under the banner of his father, but this old boy specially picked on him. Locking people up is not a long-term solution, and the imperial court will definitely find ways to take advantage of this matter to make a big fuss.

Instead of being angry with him all day long, it is better to kill it with one sword!

It's all about causing trouble, but at least you can be happy.

"Lord Wang, don't worry." Monk Daoyan said, "In less than three days, this matter will be resolved." ”

"The great monk is so confident?"

"Nature." Monk Daoyan smiled very profoundly, "Isn't the prince also appreciative of the methods of poor monks and apprentices?" ”

"In vain?" King Yan glared at Dao Yan and snorted, "Have you agreed to apprentice?" ”

Dao Yan was choked for a moment, and with difficulty maintained his master's posture, "Amitabha, the poor monk believes that there will always be a day." ”

Yan Wang: "......"

He suddenly felt a little sympathetic to Meng. Be entangled by this monk and ask for more blessings.

Gao Wei didn't know what a "terrible" opponent he was about to face, and he was still seizing the time to write. He firmly believes that no matter how stubborn King Yan is, he will be moved by his sincerity, and his loyal deeds will definitely go down in history!

Thinking of this, Mr. Gao once again burst out of inspiration, his thoughts were like springs, and his writing was like divine help.

After writing a piece of clothing, tear it again.

The blood stains on the fingers faded, bite again!

Meng, who was standing outside the window observing his opponent, was dumbfounded.

This is really not an ordinary person, admire!

Seeing Meng Yanya, Zheng He, who brought him to see Gao Wei, asked, "What did Meng Yanshi think of?" ”

Meng turned his head and said very seriously: "It's too difficult, otherwise let the prince cut him down, maybe it's easier to deal with the aftermath." ”

Zheng He: "......"

Outside Datong City, horses' hooves burst out, and the sound of killing shook the sky.

The spies sent by Li Jinglong only dared to look from a distance, but did not dare to approach, so that the Yan army scouts who followed him began to be anxious.

You can see an X clearly at this distance, and you are so timid that you dare to be a spy?

Several Yan soldiers glanced at each other, there is no way, if the mountain doesn't come, I can only go to the mountain.

The spies of the Southern Army did not move, and the two border armies, which were inextricably killed, began to move towards them. I would like to let them see the clothes of the two teams clearly, hear the accents clearly, and go back to report.

But what Yan Jun never expected was that when they moved, the spies of the Southern Army were also moving.

Kill within a shot of a shot.

What to do?

The commanders of the warring sides can only give the order and shout at the top of their throats. You must not ruin the prince's big thing because of the other party's non-cooperation!

As a result, the Yanshan guards led by Shen Xuan and the Jin army pretended to be Yang Duo were shouting and fighting, and they were also competing with each other.

The Southern Army spies wiped their sweat, "Look at the situation, is it the infighting between King Yan and King Jin?" ”

I wiped my sweat with Yan Jun behind them, and finally understood, it was really not easy!

The spies of the Confederate Army believed that they had received important information and must return to Texas as soon as possible to report.

A small group of Yan troops followed, escorting them all the way, making sure they didn't get lost and wouldn't be taken by the wolves roaming the snowy fields.

It wasn't until these spies entered Shandong safely that the Yan army who was following the escort breathed a sigh of relief, if it weren't for the order of the Shangguan, they wouldn't have done such a troublesome thing if they were killed! It's even worse than slashing each other with the Tartars.

Li Jinglong of Texas got the information and really couldn't sit still.

"Heaven help me!"

King Yan and King Jin had a quarrel, it couldn't be just right!

Troops, troops must be dispatched! It doesn't matter if you can't beat the Yan army, as long as you go to the vicinity of Datong, he will send another letter to the court, indicating his intentions, and the emperor will definitely reuse him!

Li Jinglong was very excited, and immediately raised his account and summoned the generals of the army to discuss the dispatch of troops.

The generals talked a lot, and the governor Qu Neng was the first to express doubts about this matter, didn't King Yan and King Jin keep eyebrows, King Jin clearly supported King Yan's rebellion, how could he suddenly turn his face?

"There must be something strange about this matter, please think twice about the coach!"

Li Jinglong couldn't listen to it at all, even if something was wrong? His intention in sending troops was not to fight with real swords and guns, but to put on an example for the court and keep his handsome seal and official position.

But you can't say this to your face, not even your confidants.

"Governor Qu doesn't need to say much, I've made up my mind!" Li Jinglong was righteous and awe-inspiring, "The matter of eating the king's Lu and being loyal to the king, I am equivalent to the imperial court, and I have not done my best since the rebellion, how can I let go of this good opportunity!" How can you be cowardly! ”

Qu Neng was so angry that he stared.

Not doing your job? Who is it all because of?

If it weren't for Li Jiujiang's greed, he would have broken through Beiping City a long time ago!

Qu Neng still wanted to speak, but was pulled by Sheng Yong, who was standing aside. Sheng Yong shook his head, the coach had made up his mind, and it was useless to argue.

Li Jinglong ordered Teng Ju to lead 10,000 troops to attack Datong.

After receiving the order, Teng Ju's mouth was bitter, he could somewhat guess Li Jinglong's plan.

Regardless of whether the news of King Yan and King Jin turning their faces is true or not, these 10,000 people are real cannon fodder. It's okay to come back, or if you don't come back, in Li Jinglong's performance to the imperial court, it's just the difference between "breaking Chen and rushing out" and "being loyal to the country".

If Li Jinglong was more shameless and put the charge of unfavorable combat on his head, he might even be able to exchange his head for a reward from the imperial court.

Leaving the big tent, Teng Ju didn't speak to anyone, and in the howling north wind, his back was full of sadness.

I'm afraid I'm going to become another Chen Hui.

Chen Dudu can still live to defect to King Yan, where is his future?