Da Lang slowly turned his head slowly, glanced at it, and then turned his head back, but saw that the two palace maids were already standing straight, their little faces were like wooden people, and their eyes did not squint.

"I don't understand, why didn't the emperor speak, but someone was rapping on the side, could it be that even the emperor had to take care of it?" Seeing that the two palace maids no longer paid attention to themselves, Da Lang stared at the trunk of the tree beside him, as if talking to himself.

"You~!" came very popular, but it was irrefutable to Da Lang's words, yes, the emperor didn't speak, not only the emperor, but also many people in it didn't say anything, the appearance of the palace maid probing her brain, and Da Lang making faces at each other, it was not unseen inside.

There is such a saying, the more inferior people are, but as long as there is a little bit of power in hand, they must give it to the fullest before they are willing to stop, Da Lang can clearly feel the tone of the person who came to be eager for someone to beg him for mercy, and then show his sense of existence and a pitiful little sense of superiority, and give a little so-called favor to others.

You drag yours, don't bother to pay attention to you.

"When I really can't punish you?" the person turned to Da Lang, and a broken red flower skirt appeared in front of Da Lang.

Da Lang sighed: "Alas, they are all forty-six years old, what are they pretending to be tender." Then he looked up, looked at the visitor with clear eyes, and smiled.

"You, how do you know my age?" said a woman, whose face was astonished, and the thick white fat powder on her face fell from her exaggerated expression, and it was not yet winter, as if a piece of snow had melted in front of Da Lang.

"I also know that your surname is Chai, and your ancestors have also been in the limelight, but he, he entered the palace at the age of eleven, and now he is just a female official. Da Lang continued to maintain his smile, "It is convenient for others, convenient for yourself, words and deeds, when can you realize this, when, you are not a secretary, but a monk, and even the Shang Palace is not impossible." ”

The female official system of the Tang Dynasty inherited from the Sui Dynasty:

In addition to the queen, the emperor's female * person is divided into (there is no concubine, the concubine is an honorific title, and whoever is favored can be called a concubine, just like the previous general name of the bureau * seat, military * seat, etc., and also like the officials in the court, the head of a department, you can be called a prince):

Three ladies: Concubine Hui, Concubine Li, Concubine Hua. Positive product.

Fang Yi six people. Positive second product.

Four beauties. It is the third product.

There are only seven people. It is a positive four products.

Below is the general palace maid, divided into six bureaus and twenty-four divisions.

Shanggong Bureau, in charge of the secretary, in charge of propaganda and enlightenment, in charge of the book, in charge of the list of measurements, in charge of the form, in charge of the form of punishment, in charge of the secretary, in charge of the cabinet.

Shangyi Bureau, in charge of the secretary's membership, in charge of the teaching of the history of the scriptures, a few cases of paper and pencil, Si Le, the music of the law, the guest of the Si Bin, the guest of the palm, the praise of the ceremony, the guidance of the ceremony.

Shangfu Bureau, Guan Si Xi, Zhangcong Xi Fu Festival, Si Yi, Zhang Clothes, Si Ornament, Palm Tang Mu Towel Tenopy, Si Zhan, Palm Guard.

Shang Shi Bureau, in charge of the diet, in charge of the food * shame, in charge of the wine, in charge of the liquor, in charge of the medicine, in charge of the medicine and witch medicine, in charge of the food, in charge of the firewood.

Shang Sleep Bureau, the management of the director, the head of the bed mat tent, laying the sprinkler sweeping, the master of the public opinion, the palm of the umbrella fan, holding the feather instrument, the division of the garden, the palm of the garden, the planting of vegetables, melons and fruits, the lamp, the palm of the fire candle.

Shang Gong, Shang Yi, and Shang Fu each have two people. Positive five products. The female officials of the rest of the divisions and canons are six to nine ranks.

Standing in front of Da Lang at this moment is the secretary under the Shang Sleep Bureau, the eight-rank female official. How does Da Lang know? There is an old man who is willing to ventilate and report the news, the old man is not a little ghost, he is afraid of the emperor, in fact, among the little ghosts, there are also those who are not afraid of the emperor, otherwise there are always emperors who dream of ghosts?

Along the way, the old man chattered in Da Lang's ear all the way, verified all the words of the district, and was not at ease, and stayed by Da Lang's side, which made Da Lang even more curious, and he couldn't wait to know about the invisible door behind the invisible lock in his mind, and in the same way, he was also very curious about what the old man inadvertently revealed was entrusted by someone, who entrusted it? Can the head of the ten halls let go of the hundreds of millions of ghost things and make a special trip just to enter the palace for himself?

The female officer Chai was shocked inexplicably, took two steps back, and then hid her face and walked, she couldn't help but go, Da Lang's words pierced her heart, Shang Sleep and then Shang Gong, this is what she has never said in her heart to listen to others, but now it comes out of the mouth of such a young man, how can she not be surprised?

"Hehe, this little guy is kind of interesting. At this time, I heard a loud laugh from the hall, and then stepped out of a person, only to see him, his cheeks were strange, his face was full of red light, his eyes were big and small, but he was bright, a beautiful hair extended from his cheeks to the chin very neatly, and then at the chin he pulled out a sharp point to the lower chin, wearing a purple robe, wearing a jade belt, walking is a dragon and a tiger, although slow, but you can feel a kind of coercion.

"The boy has seen His Highness. "Da Lang doesn't dare to hold it up now, the people who come are not small, the old man only said that this guy has a good look in his eyes, and the old man doesn't want to look at him and flash.

"Oh, how do you know that so-and-so is a king?" Da Lang really couldn't tell his age, if you just look at his face, he is in his early forties, but if you look at his hair and beard, then the gray flower beard seems to be fifty or sixty years old.

"Purple robe. In addition to the prince, only the king can be called His Royal Highness, if it is a marquis, it is called a knight's name or something else, such as a prince and a marquis.

"But I don't know what you said to the chai lady, but she said that she ran away, I saw her scolding you before, and I wanted to come out to help you get out of the siege, but the kid from the Qin family said no, you can handle it, sure enough. This is really not a good look, I have never seen someone who has just entered the palace, and I have to be caught by the female official Chai and scolded only for a while, I am honestly afraid, you are good, but I will say it away, the first time, the first time, no wonder Ah Lang said that he wanted to see you, it was really a little interesting, come in. The purple-robed elder didn't bother with what Da Lang said before, just a little female official.

As for Da Lang saying that he should be called His Royal Highness based on the purple robe, he didn't believe it, and the second-rank officials could also wear purple robes, but again, he didn't care about this.

It was a fierce darkness when he entered the hall, but it was caused by the sudden dimming of the light from outdoor to indoor, and Da Lang frowned slightly.

"What's the matter, not satisfied with the layout of this hall?" The purple-robed elder seemed to be accustomed to this kind of light and dark transition, and after walking two steps, he looked back at Da Lang, and when he saw Da Lang frowning, he asked.

"The light is dark and obscure, which affects people's mood, and they are in a bad mood and are prone to diseases. Da Lang thought for a moment and replied.

"Well, there is some truth, if the old man is in a bright place, his mood can be relaxed, if the light is unclear, he is easy to get angry, but it turns out that this is the case. The purple-robed elder nodded and did not speak again.

It takes a short time to get used to the light, but it's just three or two breaths, but for Da Lang, it takes a little longer than one or two breaths, because his eyesight is too good, and people with too good eyesight tend to be more sensitive to light.

But he saw that the black man of the Qin family was shrugging his shoulders, and the Qin family Xiaolang next to him covered his mouth and snickered, whether it was to steal fun or because Da Lang really could deal with the Chai female official and made his words have to be verified and happy, anyway, it was fun.

Finally completely saw everything in the hall, the hall is not big, it is more than two zhang wide, four or five zhang deep, there is a layer of yellow curtain hanging inside,

There seems to be a bearded bed behind the yellow curtain, and there are people on the bed. Outside the yellow mantle, there were eight or nine people standing or sitting, except for two young people from the Qin family, and a man in his thirties in a dark robe, the rest were all old men.

"I've seen His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. Da Lang first gave a salute to the man in his thirties, in fact, there was about someone in the hall, the old man had already told Da Lang, and the only one in his thirties was naturally the prince.

The prince looked at Da Lang with a complicated expression, and then waved his hand, "Since you are here, you don't need to be so vain, I didn't expect you to be quite bold." "This bold thing is that Da Lang didn't even dare to listen to the emperor's words, so he broke in, of course, the word "Chuang" seems to be inappropriate.

"Tell me, how should the saint recuperate?" one of the fat old men sitting on the stool with a white face and beard, his eyes squinted, looked at Da Lang, and asked unhurriedly.

"Let me start with the situation at the time of the saint. The saint did not think about tea and dinner, could not sleep at night, and even if he fell asleep, he would wake up suddenly, and he often had night sweats and thirst, but he could not drink too much water. Da Lang did not answer the question directly, but started with the symptoms.

I have to do this, how old is Da Lang? Thirteen years old! Is there a thirteen-year-old famous doctor in this world? That's not! So no matter what Da Lang says he wants to recuperate, no one will believe him in the end.

So, let's talk about the symptoms first!

"Sizzle~!" A gasp, obviously Da Lang was very right, and no one even suspected that Da Lang only knew about it after someone reported the news, because the symptoms of the saint can be said to be unknown except for a few imperial doctors who take the pulse and a few ministers, but Da Lang can say a word. This doesn't make sense with a ventilated message.

"The so-called illness comes like a mountain, and the disease goes like a thread, conditioning is possible, but it is impossible to have immediate results. It was only then that Da Lang began to answer the question positively.