The fire burned all night, some of the stones were burned red, and the fire was ignited, Yun Ye and Sun Simiao drank from a distance, and the white-eyed general was also called over by Yun Ye to have a drink.

"Yunhou, our matter is about to end?" General White-Eyed was bored with the calm and unwavering of these days, there was no fighting, there was no conspiracy, why did His Majesty transfer himself back from the border army, you must know that things in the border army are far more complicated than this place.

"General's surname."

"The last general's surname is Yuan Mingqi, why did the Hou Ye ask the name of the last general today."

"I didn't ask before, because I didn't have a burden in my heart to kill like that, the feeling of killing a stranger is two different concepts than killing an acquaintance, but now since I don't have to kill you, of course I have to ask for my name."

"If something goes wrong, you're really going to kill the last general?"

"Of course you will kill, if it is your cause of failure, you will be exterminated by His Majesty Xià Nine Clans, no kidding."

Yuan Qi's face turned pale, he could tell from Yun Ye's tone that he was not joking, and for a while, the cold sweat on his back was dripping down, remembering the emperor's heavy words before leaving, this trip must not make the slightest mistake, otherwise he will come to see him.

What the hell are they doing? Why did Sun Simiao need to come out of the cave naked, why did he need to destroy all traces with fire, why did the breath window float out of the beautiful sound of the piano, he was very sure that there was no guqin in the cave, Sun Simiao and they didn't bring it in, what were they guarding? Why did Yunhou draw a picture of a turtle to His Majesty?

After a death row prisoner goes in, he comes out and becomes a good citizen, is there such a strange thing in this world? Is there such a good thing? If so, who will be afraid of criminal law in the future?

"Don't think too much, the less you know about this, the better, just take it as a dream, forget it!" Yun Ye's faint voice came, which made Yuan Qi startled, this is really not something he should know, and if he knows, he will be in big trouble.

When the sergeant who delivered the message came out of the Qinling Mountains, it was already three watches. The specially arranged post station at the foot of the mountain is brightly lit. The post officer on duty saw that the wolf bèi unbearable sergeant came out of the mountain without saying a word, so he took out five horses, and when the post man was in the saddle, he brought out a large basin of mash, and gave each of the five sergeants a wooden spoon to avoid from afar. As a human spirit, it's better not to speak.

After drinking a pot of mash, the five people did not stop for a moment, stepped on the horse, planted the flag of the red feather envoy to themselves, and shouted like Chang'an galloping.

The fourth watch has arrived in Chang'an. The city gate lang on the Suzaku Gate heard the sound of the luan bell, this kind of bell belonged to the Hongling urgency, and he didn't dare to slack off, so he came out of the small door and stood in front of the door to check the documents.

There was no paperwork, and a waist card flew over in the dark, caught it, and quickly opened the side door. The 100,000 Rush Waist Card of the Hundred Horsemen. No one dared to stop it.

Today is the Great Pilgrimage Meeting, and there are already officials waiting for the Imperial Court in front of the Ouchi Palace. Fang Xuanling, Du Ruhui, among them, the two of them didn't like to sit in the house next to them and wait, so they stood outside and gossiped, just talking about whether the ink was different, would it affect the beauty of the writing, Du Ruhui, who was awake, suddenly looked back at the end of the long street.

Five fast horses came out of the darkness, the bureaucrats who were marching around the streets, dodged one after another, Li Tai poked his head out of the carriage, looked at the messenger, laughed, the puzzled hundred officials cast an inquiring glance at him, he quickly covered his mouth, pretending to be indifferent, but the smile in his eyes could not be concealed.

Fang Xuanling came to Li Tai's carriage and opened the curtain and sat in, Datang had no secrets to the prime minister, so when the excited Fang Xuanling came out of the carriage and stepped on the air, Du Ruhui hurriedly mixed in, and asked urgently: "Brother Xuanling, what is it that makes you so happy?" ”

"Keming, you will know right away, Brother Wei just asked King Wei, it is already Meng Lang, in short, it is a great thing, you and I are ready for etiquette, the bell of the Temple of Prayer will ring soon, one hundred and eight."

Du Ruhui was surprised to close his mouth, the army destroyed the country, defeated the stubborn enemy, captured the chief will ring the bell nine hundred and eighty-one, kill Gao Chang did not ring the bell, who has made a contribution to the world, such a merit, the emperor needs to bow down to thank you, the queen needs to personally hold the wine to salute, the prince needs to kneel, the hundred officials need to wear court clothes on both sides, it can be said that it is the greatest glory in the world, the guests are all bowed, alone alone, as for the history of the name, painting left traces in the temple of prayer This is the custom.

Before he could recover from his horror, the bell of the Temple of Prayer in the northeast corner of the palace rang. Li Tai, Fang Xuanling, Du Ruhui are prepared, the crown, flick the sleeves, facing the northeast solemn standing, other officials are in a hurry, the horse jumps off the horse, the car climbs down from the car, like to show off the foot, one head rolls down from the step, one has to face the northeast Zhengguan solemnly, and thought that the army has won again, this is not unusual, there are always war reports recently, thinking that there are nine rings, eighteen rings, at most twenty-seven rings will come to an end, who knows that the whole one hundred and eight rings, this is scary, which bastard is so lucky? Officials waited for the bell to ring and then inquired.

Chang'an's Fang City thought it was open, and as soon as he opened the Fang Gate, he was slapped by an experienced old man, and he couldn't even hear the Xianshi Zhong, and he was embarrassed to say that he was from Chang'an?

The court meeting is not on, all the officials of the Ministry of Rites enter the palace, all the bigwigs of the three provinces enter the palace, the prince enters the palace, this is summoned by the emperor, and the queen summons, the women of the four grades or more enter the palace, the ladies of the country enter the palace, the princess enters the palace, in short, the palace is jubilant and ready for a feast. Everywhere is lit up, and the palace maids and eunuchs are called like donkeys, shuttling between the bazaar and the palace.

Baiguan's heart finally let go, it turned out that the king ...... The master is Sun Shenxian, everyone immediately calmed down, can the master be called a master if he does not set up some world-famous merits, Sun Shenxian has been immersed in experiments with himself as a medicine person for decades, and finally found a medicine to restrain sores, is it easy, he gave himself a drug, and then lived alone in the cave for a month wearing the clothes worn by the sores patient, and finally came out alive without getting sick! There are many people who are not afraid of death, but Sun Daochang is the only one who dares to wear the clothes of a sore, and the rest of the people have their hairs standing on end when they think about it.

This has to be rewarded, it is not too much to take any credit, everyone lives with delicacies and delicacies, and suddenly one of the family has sores, and the whole family is finished, and the damned disease is not divided into men and women, old and young, whether you are rich or poor, there are as many chances of getting sick.

It won't be because you eat more meat at home and you won't get sick, you can't prevent it, maybe one day it will fall on your head, Shouzhou is sick, the whole city is unlucky, a bunch of people died, those who didn't die, and they were almost alive and ghosts, Shouzhou Thorn Shi's family died and left a daughter, and it became a hemp, and it is said that he jumped into the well three times and didn't die.

Now it's okay, as long as you ask Sun Daochang for medicine, dig a small hole in your arm, bury the medicine in it, and have a low-grade fever for two days at most, and then you will not be afraid of sores for the rest of your life.

The officials of the Ministry of Rites made a table of sacrifices to the sky, and specially invited the great Confucian Yan Zhitui to write the pen, and the old man had not used his pen for many years, and when he heard about this, he was overjoyed, and he must write the table in person, and said that he would personally go to thank Sun Simiao, and ask himself if he needed to have a fever for two days.

The high specifications of the instrument are appalling, sit down, wing screen, the same lot, Li Tai only played two small wing screens when he traveled, this time to the old grandson is six wing screens, the general guides the way, the prime minister supports, the Ministry of Rites Tianguan sings, the emperor and queen greet in Suzaku Street, and the voice is hard.

The happiest is not Sun Simiao, Lao Sun hides in Qinling and wipes his body with alcohol every day to eliminate residual poison, the happiest is a large group of Taoist priests in Xuanduguan, happy and crazy, Yuan Tiangang trembled his little tongue all day long to tell Sanqing how his disciples in the mortal world kept the incense of the Daomen.

Cheng Xuanying opened her mouth and let out a long breath, carrying her pine pattern Guding sword and wearing straw sandals and went to the East China Sea again, with Sun Simiao Zhuyu in front, she couldn't be embarrassed no matter what.

"Old Dao, I heard that Chang'an City is very lively, and they are all stretching their necks to see the gods, it's not a matter for you to always hide in the mountains, you wipe your body with alcohol every day, the ice is going to die, and the good people who wipe that thing."

Yun Ye took out the skirt of a turtle from the basin, put it on his plate, scooped two large spoons of soup, took a beautiful sip of turtle soup, and nagged at Sun Simiao opposite.

"Boy, this should have been your credit, and I'm really ashamed to have received it."

"Forget it, you can afford this etiquette, if I accept this etiquette, I will be torn to pieces by those people when I turn around, for the sake of my little life, or you take it, boy, I'll just slip aside, you still have a lot of trouble, you need this credit to calm down, and besides, you will receive it, or I will receive it, the benefits are indispensable to mine, why should I ask for trouble, in the future, the promotion of cowpox, I also need your name,"

Sun Simiao smiled, he really didn't need to be polite to Yun Ye, his reputation was already a burden for him, if it wasn't for the need of the Daomen, he wouldn't ask for this credit anyway, for him, it was a big deal to promote the cowpox as soon as possible.

The sun rose high, Yun Ye woke up, I don't understand why I slept for so long on this good day today, Yuan Qi and the noise of them preparing to pack didn't wake him up, Sun Simiao on the opposite bed was gone, there were two letters on the table, after reading the one for himself, Yun Ye wanted to cry, damn Lao Dao took all the medicine people to Qinling to collect medicine, saying that it would come out after half a year, worried that the residual poison had not been cleared and harmed the world.

Habitually holding his head and squatting down, he was sad to death, Li Er waited on Zhuque Street with hundreds of officials, and he lost people, how is this good. (To be continued.) )

PS: The second section is delivered