"You are dizzy from time to time, your arms are numb, and you have indeed had a stroke, I will show you some prescriptions, you take two times a day, ten days in a row, and the situation will be relieved.

After 10 days, take one dose a day for 10 days to be cured.

After healing, eat more fruits and vegetables, and sweet potatoes. ”

Zhang Yan checked the pulse of more than a dozen patients one after another, prescribed prescriptions, and Zhuge Jin slowly sat opposite him.

Zhang Yan was a little nervous in his heart, after all, he and Zhuge Jin had been friends for many years, and they were very familiar with each other.

His current appearance is that of a forty or fifty-year-old long-bearded scholar, deliberately speaking with a different accent, pretending to be calm and asking, "This son, please!" ”

Zhuge Jin smiled faintly, stretched out his hand, and motioned for Zhang Yan to ask for his pulse.

"Childe, in addition to the liver fire, he is worried, he is not resting well, his body is fine, just boil some Qinghuo tea, are you here to find old age and happiness?" After Zhang Yan finished diagnosing the pulse, the evidence was quite serious.

"Bold!" The guard pointed at Zhang Yan and shouted.

Zhuge Jin waved his hand to stop the guard's reprimand, "It's really not me who is sick, it's my brother." I heard that the old gentleman is very interested in the treatment of stroke. I hope that the old gentleman will follow me to treat my brother's stroke in the future. ”

Zhang Yan kept Nalan Bing's explanation in mind, first, to delay Zhuge Jin's return to the Taishou Mansion, and second, to let him drink Nalan Bing's special tea.

Zhang Yan stretched out his hand and filled the tea for Zhuge Jin, "Qinghuo tea, Childe will talk about your brother's situation while drinking, the old man has important things to do recently, and he can't leave here, so the son must explain your brother's current condition in detail, and the old man can prescribe a prescription according to the situation told by the son, and then list how to administer the needle, after the son goes home, he only needs to find a doctor to do it according to the old man's prescription, and the brother's situation will definitely improve." ”

Zhang Yan's words are not necessary, since Mrs. Nalan had a stroke precursor, he has been studying the disease of stroke, and it has been fruitful, because he wants to chase Nalan Bing, he did not treat the emperor in Beijing, and helped her deceive her friends, and he was uneasy, so he wanted to make up for this.

"Childe, be careful with the tea!"

Zhang Yan smiled faintly, poured himself a cup, and drank it all, "Good tea, good tea, if the son doesn't drink it, don't waste it." ”

Zhuge Jin smiled heartily, also picked up the tea, and took a sip, "Well, it's really a good tea, the fragrance is suitable, and it's good to take a sip."

After returning to the heart, there is a faint sense of refreshment, wonderful, wonderful.

My brother's condition is like this......"

Zhuge Jin did not doubt that he had him, and introduced Zhuge Feng's condition to Zhang Yan in detail......

The wind of the late autumn evening blows on the face, a little cold, but it is infinitely refreshing.

At this time, the singing and dancing in the Taishou Mansion was leveling, and Lu Qingying was trying to show off her dancing posture in front of Zhuge Jin.

She is like a peach, her body is like a swallow, like a willow with a thin waist, swaying, and her smile is just right, this dance is indeed enough to make people catch a glimpse.

But Zhuge Jin didn't care about the beauty Hanbo in front of him, and he kept thinking about what kind of arrangements he would make when he returned to the camp tomorrow, the grain and grass had arrived, and they should take the initiative to take back the lost city in one go.

The more Lu Qingying danced, the more sad she became, and then she remembered Nalan Bing's words again.

She looked at the cigarette burner in the banquet hall, and then at her personal maid, who nodded slightly, and then she settled down.

After the dance, Lu Qingying was still in the boudoir, and it was no longer suitable to be in the banquet hall, so she said goodbye and went back to the dormitory.

From beginning to end, Zhuge Jin didn't look at her squarely.

It's just that after three rounds of drinking, Zhuge Jin gradually felt a little dizzy, so he took the opportunity to relieve himself and leave the banquet hall to breathe.

"It seems that if you don't drink alcohol for a long time, the amount of alcohol has really regressed. Who? ”

Zhuge Jin suddenly saw a figure flickering in front of his eyes.

didn't have time to think about it, Zhuge Jin chased after the black shadow.

Nalan Bing looked back at Zhuge Jin with a smile while performing light exercises, and then led him all the way to Lu Qingying's bedroom.

The more Zhuge Jin chased after him, the more dizzy he felt, and as soon as he arrived at Lu Qingying's bedroom, he fell into the courtyard violently.

A tempting fragrance suddenly rushed into his nose, making him dizzy, his mind even more confused, and a heat of irritability burned from the bottom up.

He slowly got up from the ground, suddenly completely confused where he was.

Suddenly, there was a pleasant singing voice in the house, sometimes gentle, sometimes lingering, the singing seemed to have infinite charm, pulling Zhuge Jin's footsteps and making him fascinated.

He searched for the singing voice, pushed the door in, and the fragrance was stronger than before.

He unconsciously unbuttoned the collar and belt of his robe, and staggered towards the place where the song had come.

"Boom!"

When he saw Lu Qingying in the bath bucket like a hibiscus out of the water, the belt in his hand fell to the ground violently.

Lu Qingying also reacted, hugged her chest with a shy face, and shouted: "Emperor, Emperor, you, what, why are you here?"

This, this is the boudoir of the courtier. ”

Zhuge Jin swallowed his saliva in embarrassment, and the whole person threw himself at Lu Qingying uncontrollably.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, you, what are you going to do? Your Majesty, don't ......"

The house was full of spring.

Nalan Bing, who was hidden in the shadows, quietly entered the house, secretly took the token in Zhuge Jin's clothes, and then turned the corners of his mouth up and turned to leave.

After Nalan Bing left, he went to join Ah Yan.

At this time, Zhang Yan was anxiously waiting in the inn, and when he saw Nalan Bing returning, he finally settled down.

"Girl, what do we do now?" Zhang Yan asked a little nervously.

"Pack up, let's rush to Banpo Pavilion, Lu Taishou's people should have already set off towards Banpo Pavilion, we will intercept them before they enter the city."

Time waited for no one, Nalan Bing and Zhang Yan changed into the clothes of Zhuge Jin's close guards, and quickly walked towards Banpo Pavilion.

The autumn wind was deep at night, the moon was shining, and when Nalan Bing and Zhang Yan rushed to Banpo Pavilion, the grain and grass had arrived, and Lu Taishou's cronies were already counting the grain and grass.

Nalan Bing straightened the clothes on her body, coughed, and walked towards Lu Taishou's cronies with square steps, Zhang Yan lowered his head and followed behind her.

"Who?" The cronies and the officers and soldiers who escorted the grain and grass instantly tensed their nerves and raised their knives at Nalan Bing and the others.

Nalan Bing snorted lightly, indifferently took out the token in his arms, looked at the officers and soldiers in front of him contemptuously, held the token and said, "Open your eyes and see what this is?"

The two of us are the secret guards beside the emperor, and the emperor ordered that this batch of grain and grass should not enter Bincheng, but be directly escorted to the outside of Liaocheng.

There was a ** in Liaocheng, and the army of Chudong retreated to Haicheng in the south of Liaocheng overnight, and Liaocheng currently needs this batch of grain and grass even more. ”

The cronies frowned, their eyes full of doubt, "When is this news?" Why don't you know the road? Besides, I've never seen two of you in the mansion, and you-"

Nalan Bing held the token in front of his eyes, his face was extremely cold, "Bold, see clearly, see clearly what is written on the token?" As if I were there. Look at the white jade dragon pendant under the token, it is self-evident whether this token is true or false, right?

What is your identity, how can the emperor tell you such important news.

As for us, we are the emperor's secret guards, and you will naturally not see them. ”