Before the curfew, Zhang Ying first went to Luojing Mansion to get a pass card for night travel, and then went to Zhou Dianyu's house in Dongcheng Tonghufang, Zhou Dianyu is the director of the palace medicine bureau and is proficient in medicine.

I handed over the name post.

Because he was worried about flying into the air, before going out, Zhang Ying had already planned to run a few more imperial doctors' mansions.

Fortunately, Zhou Dianyu did not take a turn in the palace, and he was in the palace tonight.

Zhou Dianyu is an old man with a silver-gray beard and hair, and when he heard Zhang Ying's explanation, he couldn't help but look embarrassed, "The dumb medicine in the palace, the old man has no medicine here." ”

Zhang Yingru was struck by lightning, and it took a long time to find his voice, "Dianyu is a famous doctor in the world, Xingtan Master, please take action to save the little girl." As he spoke, he bowed to Zhou Dian and bowed to the end.

Zhou Dianyu hurriedly stretched out his hand to support Zhang Ying, his face was ashamed, "It's not that the old man is unwilling to help, it's really powerless, the old man has a recipe here, and the waiter will try it, and it will probably have the effect of alleviating." ”

"Imperial ......"

Zhang Ying was unwilling to give up, but when she looked up, she saw Zhou Dianyu's face full of shame.

"That dumb medicine was originally a prescription for the treatment of gastrointestinal diseases in the early years of the old body, and I didn't want the medicine to damage the throat and make people lose their voice.

"Later, it flowed into the palace and became a sharp weapon to hurt people, and the old man didn't expect it."

"The old man has been studying for more than ten years, but he has not found a cure for losing his voice."

Zhou Dianyu sighed, picked up the pen and ink on the case, wrote down a prescription on rattan paper, and then handed it to Zhang Ying, "This prescription, the waiter will take it and use it first." ”

He mentioned again, "I have heard that the Zhang family has a relationship with Master Zhu in Changqiu Temple, Master Zhu is a generation of senior monks, and he also has research on pharmacology, so the squire may wish to ask Master Zhu." ”

It's really unwise to be in a hurry.

Why did he forget this squatting Buddha.

Zhang Ying took the prescription and asked for the formula of the dumb medicine, even if he was extremely uncomfortable, and he was a little angry with Zhou Dianyu, but he still thanked him thoughtfully, and then turned around and went out of the house, crossed the copper camel street, and rushed to the Changqiu Temple non-stop.

Master Bizhu Kelin was not in the temple and went to the Hongchi outside the city to enjoy the snow.

The wind and snow are pressing, and the night is cold.

In the cold winter, the snow in the night reflects the sky, the carriage is one foot deep, one foot is shallow, the driving is very slow, in order to hurry, out of the city gate, Zhang Ying with several guards, abandon the car and ride the horse, and rush to the Hongchi twelve miles east of Luojing City.

It was already dawn when Master Zhu returned to Zhang's house in Huifang.

"You good boy, you almost made the poor monk ...... Let the poor monk take his life. When Master Zhu dismounted, he felt that his whole body was about to fall apart, and the cold wind entered his throat, and he was panting and coughing.

Only with perseverance did not fall.

Zhang Ying hurriedly stepped forward to help Master Zhu, with a wry smile on his face, "Master, offended, if Banniang recovers, the kid is willing to donate 500,000 sesame oil money in Changqiu Temple." ”

"500,000 is not enough, this time it's 1 million."

Master Zhu finished panting, and turned his head sideways to see Zhang Ying, who was haggard and tired, but had to stand up, in the end, he looked at the child who grew up, the son and nephew of the Tong family, and couldn't say anything else for a while, "That's it, that's it, the poor monk has mercy on you and is eager to save the girl." ”

shook off Zhang Ying's hand and went straight to the door of the house.

This mansion is the old mansion of the Zhang family, and he is also an old acquaintance.

This night's Zhangfu was brightly lit and did not go out all night.

From the gate to the main courtyard, the road was smooth, and the sound of the servant was extremely thorough in the silent house, and almost as soon as he entered the weeping flower door, Hua's in the west chamber heard the movement and hurriedly greeted him.

As soon as he saw Master Zhu coming in, Fahrenheit ran over excitedly, "Ask Master to save the little girl." "Get down on your knees in the snow.

This kneeling startled Master Zhu, "What is this for?" ”

"Ah Hua, don't be like this, get up quickly." Zhang Ying stepped forward quickly to help Fahrenheit up.

"Yes, hurry up."

Master Zhu raised his hand at Hua's family, "The poor monk will do his best to help." He moved away and chanted Amitabha.

Zhang Ying hugged Fahrenheit and helped Hua's family, "How is Ah Ming?" ”

Hua's eyes were red, "The prescription you sent back, Dr. Tian boiled the decoction and asked her to take it and fall asleep first, she was frightened during the day, and she slept restlessly, and she had woken up twice, and she just fell asleep." ”

"You don't have to wake her up yet." The anger on Zhang Ying's face flashed, and when he looked closely, he only had a face full of pity, "Let the mage go in and take Ah Ming's pulse first." ”

"I'll talk about it when Armin wakes up."

Hearing this, Hua Shi answered, and stepped into the west chamber to clean up the house with the servants, and Master Zhu next to him only felt a mouthful of old blood, stuck in his throat, and he suffered from the wind and snow in the middle of the night in vain.

At the end of the day, you have to wait for the patient.

Zhang Ying's gaze at Master Shangzhu suddenly understood, and he hurriedly bowed his hand, "Master has Buddha in his heart, Pudu sentient beings, Ba Niang suffered a great disaster today, and asked Master Haihan to a large number of Haihan." ”

stepped forward to perform the junior salute and came to support Master Zhu.

It's just that Master Zhu didn't buy it, glared at Zhang Ying fiercely, and snorted heavily, "Boy, you wait, there will be a day to settle accounts with you." ”

Regardless of the discord between the two.

Master Zhu entered the West Chamber and diagnosed the pulse of Banniang Zhang Yu.

The tightly knit brows and the long silence made Zhang Ying and the Hua couple who were guarding the room feel up and down in their hearts, and none of them were settled.

"Let the poor monk think about it."

After a while, Master Zhu spoke up, touched his bald head, and then turned his head and asked Zhang Ying, "Do you have the formula for that dumb medicine here?" ”

"Yes, yes, I asked Zhou Dianyu for one." Zhang Ying hurriedly replied, and Dr. Tian handed it to Master Zhu with both hands, the formula of this dumb medicine and the prescription of the antidote, in the first half of the night, Zhang Ying sent someone to send it back to Zhang's mansion together.

Two prescriptions, he and the other two doctors in the house, studied it all night.

The efficacy of each herb has been thoroughly understood, but when it is mixed together, there is no solution to it, and besides, the children of the Zhang family have always been rare, and he does not dare to take the medicine easily.

"The poor monk will take a look first."

Master Zhu took the two prescriptions, swept away the cynicism, and became serious and serious.

Zhang Ying knew his habits, and instructed Hua to prepare a quiet room, and personally led Master Zhu to the quiet room.

"Wulang, the poor monk will do his best, if the poor monk treats Banniang well, you don't have to go off the rails." Master Zhu, who seemed to be immersed in the prescription, suddenly raised his head before Zhang Ying left the quiet room.

"Mage, I don't."

Master Zhu waved his hand, "You kid, you have been smart since you were a child, and you have been an official for decades, think about it carefully, fist and public opinion, which is stronger and weaker?" ”

"Ah Ying, you have to understand that in the face of real power, public opinion is also vulnerable."

"Don't touch the stone with an egg, in the world, take a step back, endure for a while, and it will pass, in the dust, in Vanity Fair, there will always be bows, and there will always be grievances."

"But the mage,"

Zhang Ying turned around and stared at Master Zhu with wide eyes, "Even if the egg touches the stone, Ah Ying is unwilling to bow his head." ”

"The dragon has reverse scales, and Ah Ying has no way to retreat."