"Pass the imperial doctor, cooperate with Wang Junlin to prepare the decoction quickly." Yang Jian and Dugu Jialuo were overjoyed when they heard this, they didn't hear that Wang Junlin avoided the important and did not mention the matter of the condition, but for a long time, almost the entire world's famous doctors have been invited, whether they admit it or not, they have faintly accepted their fate, and many times they just want to be able to spend the last few days comfortably.

There has always been a physician waiting on the side, and Wang Junlin followed and left to prepare.

Wang Junlin was originally worried that some of the formula medicines that Ma Boiling Powder did not have in the palace, but after following the imperial doctor to the pharmacy, he found that the six flavor medicines he needed, such as Sheep Flower, Shengcao Wu, Xiangbaizhi, Angelica, Chuanxiong, and Tiannanxing, were all available, and they were all superb.

Considering that the taste of the decoction made from these medicines was really unpalatable, in line with the principle of maximizing the benefits that could be obtained since he had done it, he personally went to the imperial dining room to mix these medicines and boiled a bowl of fresh lotus seed soup for Dugu Jialuo.

Therefore, an hour later, when Wang Junlin came back, he brought not a decoction, but a bowl of hot lotus seed soup.

"Niangniang, this bowl of soup is filled with medicine that can help you sleep well, and after you drink it, you will fall asleep quickly."

Without waiting for Wang Junlin to finish speaking, Yang Jian personally stepped forward and came over, ready to let people try it first, but Dugu Jialuo had already silently taken the porcelain bowl from Yang Jian's hand, and poured a small bowl of porridge into three or two clicks, and after the palace maid next to her wiped her mouth with a hand towel, she said to Wang Junlin in a hoarse voice: "Yes, the porridge is boiled just right, but there is a trace of bitterness of the herbs, which affects the deliciousness." ”

After speaking, with the help of Yang Jian and Yang Lihua, he lay on the couch and closed his eyes, and after a while, the sound of even breathing sounded, and the two palace maids covered the quilt lightly.

Yang Jian beckoned, except for the attendant who was waiting for Dugu Jialuo to sleep, and Yang Lihua's mother, who wanted to stay and wait for her, everyone else followed Yang Jian out of the main hall.

It was humid outside the hall, and it had begun to rain at some point, and everyone shivered involuntarily as soon as they came out of the warm room.

Yang Jian stood in front of the white jade railing, patted the lion head sculpture on the railing, turned to look at Wang Junlin, and said faintly: "Wang Junlin, you didn't mention the queen's illness just now, but because of the queen's illness...... You don't have the rule of law? ”

Wang Junlin stubbornly said: "The minister is incompetent, please punish Your Majesty." ”

Yang Jian sighed, didn't speak, didn't mention the heavy reward that put the queen to sleep, and didn't even say a word of affirmation and praise, just surrounded by a large group of guards and chamberlains, he left with a canopy.

The crown prince Yang Guang passed by him, stopped, and said to Wang Junlin with a grateful face: "Qin Anhou, thank you." ”

Compared with Yang Jian, Yang Guang's words were heavier in Wang Junlin's heart, especially after the former person patted him on the shoulder, he felt even more flattered, and hurriedly said: "Your Highness has praised it, this is the duty of a courtier." ”

Yang Guang also left under the service of a group of people, Wang Junlin was aware of it, turned his head to look, the former crown prince Yang Yong was looking at him, his expression was a little complicated, Wang Junlin felt an extremely vague happiness from the depths of his eyes.

The two looked at each other, Yang Yong nodded to him, and left under the service of several eunuchs.

Then there was a group of imperial grandsons, one by one, who were grateful, curious, indifferent, or afraid, and then they all looked at him very seriously.

"Qin Anhou, thanks to you today, otherwise the imperial grandmother ...... Alas! "The last one left was Yang Zhao, the king of Jin, dragging his fat body to Wang Junlin, obviously the weather would be very cold, but he was sweating profusely, and his clothes were soaked, as if he had been fished out of the water, and he looked even more tired than Master Zhiren, who had done a ritual before.

Wang Junlin bowed to Yang Zhao very seriously, and then said: "Your Royal Highness is polite, the queen is a generation of virtuous queens, and her mother is the world, as a courtier, it is the duty of the lower officials to help her sleep well." ”

Yang Zhao hesitated for a moment, and finally asked, "Is it true that the emperor's grandmother's illness is incurable?" ”

Wang Junlin shook his head firmly, but did not speak.

Yang Zhao originally wanted to say something, but when he saw that the dead old eunuch Du Luoge next to him was still there, he learned from his father and patted Wang Junlin on the shoulder, knowing that the two of them might still have something, so he also turned around and left.

Du Luoge, the commander of the marquis officials inside and outside the Great Sui, stepped forward and stood side by side with Wang Junlin, watching Yang Zhao's bloated and fat figure gradually drift away under the two eunuchs holding umbrellas, and then turned to Wang Junlin and said with a smile: "Qin Anhou is very skilled, countless imperial doctors, warlocks, and masters can't let the queen sleep well, Qin Anhou just made the queen fall asleep with just a bowl of porridge, it's really amazing!" ”

When Wang Junlin faced this old eunuch, he always felt that he was facing a poisonous snake, and his heart was involuntarily full of vigilance and vigilance, and he smiled and said modestly at this time: "The Lord Commander has won the award, but the junior just happens to know the secret recipe that can make people fall asleep." ”

"The Queen's Illness...... Can Qin Anhou really be cured? When he said this, Du Luoge's expression remained unchanged, but he stared at Wang Junlin's eyes.

The eyes are the windows to the soul, and in many cases they are much more honest than the words that come out of the mouth.

For some reason, Wang Junlin suddenly had the illusion that if he said that he could cure Dugu Jialuo, he would immediately suffer endless assassinations.

Therefore, Wang Junlin was as good as a stream, and immediately said with an affirmative face: "The younger generation is incompetent, there is no way, and I can't even see what kind of disease the queen has." ”

Old Eunuch Du said with a regretful face: "Qin Anhou, don't blame yourself, you can't be blamed for this, after all, the famous doctors in the whole world are helpless against the queen's illness." ”

As soon as the words fell, the old eunuch Du turned around and left with his hands behind his back, and a little eunuch not far away hurriedly ran over and held up an umbrella to protect him from the rain.

"The marquis that Qin Anhou needs is already waiting at the gate of the palace." In the distance, the voice of the old eunuch Du came like nothing.

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Half of the weapons shops in the capital are located in Fengrongfang, because almost all the shops that buy and sell pig iron are all here, there are more than 100 of them, and it is said that nearly half of the various pig iron products north of the Yangtze River in the entire Great Sui are imported and exported from here.

In addition, there are more than 20 weapons shops registered with the government, and more than 10 shops selling various agricultural tools.

These shops have some background, especially some large shops, if there is no powerful person or gate valve family behind the big shops, it is difficult to gain a foothold here.

Under normal circumstances, the size of the shop is directly proportional to the forces behind it, the larger the scale of the shop, the bigger the business, and the stronger the forces behind it. It's just that for some special reasons, the forces behind them will be hidden in the dark, and ordinary people don't know their true faces.

The name "Sledgehammer Iron Shop" sounds very vulgar, but it is the largest pig iron trading shop in Fengrong Fang, and even in the whole capital, covering an area of six or seven acres, it is said that the warehouse behind the shop stores hundreds of thousands of catties of iron ingots, and nearly one-third of the pig iron raw materials in the major blacksmith shops in the capital are supplied by it.

But except for a very small number of people, no one knows where the backstage of the sledgehammer iron shop is sacred, and it seems extremely mysterious in the eyes of ordinary people.

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Late at night, at three o'clock, the rain had stopped after half a day.

There is not a single pedestrian on the street of Fengrongfang, and occasionally a drunken ghost passes by here, but because there are not street lamps like in later generations, he often falls and has a blue nose and swollen face.

At this time, a group of black shadows came to Fengrong Fang quietly, without lanterns, but they walked very steadily, and came directly to the sledgehammer iron shop, the others were hidden in the dark, and two of them stepped forward and knocked on the door hard.

"Who?" It didn't take long for the sound of impatience to be heard from inside.

"I'm Wang Xiaowu, the tax collector of the municipal office, open the door quickly, I have something urgent to tell you." One of them looked at the tall black figure next to him and said to the sledgehammer shop.

"Wang Xiaowu, what the hell are you doing in the middle of the night." The lights in the shop came on, and an impatient voice shouted.

Although the inside of his mouth was very polite, he still squeaked the door and opened a crack, and a man looked at it and found that in addition to Wang Xiaowu, there was another man in black.

"Wang Xiaowu, who is this? What are you going to do......"

Before he could finish speaking, the black-clothed man next to Wang Xiaowu had already reached out to pull the door open like lightning, and then pinched the neck of the person who opened the door and lifted it up, so that he couldn't make a sound.

The dozen or so people hidden in the shadows rushed over like leopards one by one and got into the sledgehammer iron shop.

Half an hour later, the dim and wide hall was filled with the pungent smell of blood, and five corpses had fallen on the ground, all of them were killed by a knife in the throat, Wang Junlin sat on the couch and slowly looked at the thick dozen or so account books, these account books only recorded the purchase and shipment records, the number of strokes, but where to buy from, who was sold to in the end, there was no record in the account books, this is not what Wang Junlin wanted.

Deng Yuzhuo, the first person in charge of business under his command, once told him that to do this kind of illegal business, there must be a secret account book, and the secret account book is generally hidden in the secret place of the store, which is recorded by a special and reliable person.

Wang Junlin glanced at a man in his forties tied to the corner, who was the shopkeeper of the sledgehammer iron shop.

Very unexpectedly, although this person was born white and chubby, he looked pampered, but he was a rare hard bone. Wang Junlin killed five people in front of him, and this person was not afraid, and his eyes always flashed with a fierce light.

Obviously, this person is a reliable confidant of the Changping Palace, and compared with Sun Wentao, the shopkeeper of the Wufu Tea House under his name, he is no longer an ordinary businessman, or a simple businessman.

PS: I trapped people to death, pinched my thighs several times, and wrote the third watch overnight. It's been ten days this month, except for one day, the rest are at least three watches every day, and I hope the brothers will give some encouragement and monthly tickets————