When the colorful glow of the sky was imprinted on the eastern horizon, on the way to Confucius Ridge, a carriage was driving. The wheels made a screeching sound on the potholed road.

In addition to Li Huaimin and his wife Su Shi, there were also two young men sitting in the carriage, one was Huangpu Wuming, the commander of the inner guard, and the other was Sikong Ningjing, the little imperial doctor.

They were all dressed in plain clothes, and they were not wearing Korean and Chinese clothes.

I saw that this Huangpu was nameless in his thirties, born with a dignified appearance, dressed in white, how to look like a handsome scholar. There was a three-foot green sword beside him, which added a heroic aura to him.

A few people have been closing their eyes to recuperate, it seems that this bumpy carriage is easy to make people sleepy, maybe not sleepy, but everyone has something hidden in their hearts?

The carriage moves forward slowly, walking on the official road with mountains on both sides, so that people can know at a glance that the people in the car must be rich, because the rich and noble people always like to travel in the mountains and rivers, go to the places where others are tired and crooked, and take a look.

Suddenly, the wheels stumbled on a small stone, and the carriage shook violently, waking up the people in the car.

National teacher Li Huaimin opened his eyes and said with a light smile: "Lord Huangpu is dressed like this, this is the first time I have seen the old man, he is really handsome and extraordinary, and his aura is magnificent!"

"Where, where! The national teacher is overrated!" Huang Pu said politely.

He is a man of few words, and if he is unhappy in his heart, he may not even bother to say half a sentence. Of course, he has his own pride, not to mention anything else, as the emperor's confidant in the palace, he shoulders the position of commander, and is in charge of the palace is like a cloud master, and he doesn't need to give face, just listen to the emperor alone.

This time, Li Huaimin entered the palace late at night, but Emperor Li Hao made an exception and promised to let him walk with the national teacher.

Besides, this imperial physician Sikong Ningjing, a relatively young imperial doctor in the palace, is handsome in appearance and weak in writing. But he exudes the air of a healer, modest and modest, not impatient or impatient. He was reading a medical book with a medical book in his hand. As soon as the national teacher said a word, he looked at Huangpu nameless, smiled lightly, and continued to read.

He learned from the "old man with the holy hand" that everyone in the rivers and lakes knows.

He has studied medicine since childhood, and his pharmacology and medical skills are all proficient, especially for incurable diseases. As far as Li Huaimin knew, this Sikong Ningjing was relieved of the emperor's illness by chance, and was later summoned to the palace as an imperial doctor.

The reason why he agreed was that the master said that the best medical book was in the imperial city.

With an attitude of learning, I entered the palace gate. Who would have thought that inside the palace gate, those old guys were always crowded out of him, and it didn't matter at first, after a long time, he longed for the free life before. Fortunately, this time there was a national teacher to ask him, so he had the opportunity to walk outside.

He seemed to think of something, put down the book, looked at Huangpu Nameless, and then looked at Su, and said to the national teacher Li Huaimin: "Mrs. Ling's face is ruddy, her breath is stable, and she is not seriously ill!"

Li Huaimin smiled and said: "Mr. Sikong is really discerning, but Mrs. is sick in her heart, can there be a medical method?"

He respectfully called this young man who was much younger than himself Mr., in exchange for Sikong Ningjing's respectful gaze and affirmative eyes.

Sikong Ning Jing thought for a moment and said: "Heart disease still needs heart medicine, it depends on what kind of heart disease Mrs. has?"

The national teacher Li Huaimin smiled and did not answer, but Huangpu said namelessly: "I lost my beloved son, and I ran away from the Master's Ridge!"

In a word, Li Huaimin looked at Huangpu nameless and didn't know how to answer. After being silent for a while, he asked, "Since the nameless brother already knows, why do you want to go?"

Huangpu said namelessly: "As a minister, you should obey orders, and your duty lies." ”

Li Huaimin immediately said: "What a responsibility, the old man is grateful here." ”

Li Huaimin knows that although this Huangpu nameless has few words, he is honest and loyal, and this sentence of duty is like expressing determination.

Since he didn't know, he didn't ask, he had been in the palace for a few years, and he knew that it was better to know little than to know a lot.

Sometimes it's better to listen with your ears!

Sure enough, Huangpu was nameless and said: "Everyone in the world knows that I am Huangpu nameless and has few words, but who knows that I have something to say in my heart and nowhere to go?"

After speaking, he paused and continued: "As the commander of the Great Interior, the emperor's close ministers only need to be responsible for the emperor's safety, there are too many things that I can't talk about, and the time has not yet come!"

Li Huaimin handed over his approving gaze, what Huangpu said namelessly is very true, as the chief security officer, he can do his job well, which is also the duty of an official and a minister.

So he said: "It seems that the nameless brother knows it clearly. Li Huaimin is also at ease. Thank you!"

Li Huaimin clasped his fists and saluted!

Huangpu returned the salute namelessly and continued: "The Manchu Dynasty's civil and military affairs are the first to look forward to the great prince Li Jima, and the emperor does not listen to the government affairs, who dares to make a mistake? ”

Li Huaimin nodded to indicate that what he said was true, and then asked, "Then why?"

He wanted to speak and stopped, and Huangpu took over and said: "I was originally a chaifu in Tianma Mountain near Fuziling, with some brute strength, General Mo Yan returned to his hometown twelve years ago and met me by chance, so I am today, these people don't know!"

said that Huangpu told his story to the national teacher Li Huaimin namelessly.

It turns out that near the Confucius Ridge, there is a big mountain called Tianma Mountain. The mountains are high and the jungles are dense, making it difficult for ordinary people to walk. Although there is a great general here, but the sky is high and the road is far away, it is still poor here, and most of them make a living by collecting firewood and grazing.

Due to General Mo Yan's busy military affairs, he has been an official for decades, so he returned to the countryside once. That is, when he returned to his hometown this time, because his subordinates did not ask for instructions, he took away a load of firewood that was put down on the side of the road and made a fire. When Huangpu came back without a name, he saw that the firewood was gone, and he even took away the knife that cut firewood to make a living.

So in a fit of anger, he found the theory of General Mo Yan's old house. It is precisely because of this theory that General Mo Yan actually took a fancy to Huangpu Wuming's fearless power, not greedy for gold and silver, and the black and white is commendable.

Li Huaimin secretly admired that this Huangpu was a fellow villager with the old general, and he couldn't help asking: "Did you think about taking that silver at that time?"

Huangpu said namelessly: "I've thought about it, I want to take it, I've never seen so much silver!" After speaking, he actually smiled, this smile was not tight, and it actually shortened the distance between each other a few points closer!

"Then why didn't you take it, if you take it, the general won't do anything to you!" Sikong Ningjing said.

"A gentleman loves money and takes it in a good way, that load of firewood is not worth so much silver, and I don't have the money to find him!" Huangpu said lightly.

Sikong Ningjing smiled silently.

Li Huaimin suddenly changed his words and asked: "Since you know, you may not be able to go here, why do you want to go!"

As soon as he said this, Sikong Ningjing was startled, and the smile on his face just now disappeared. It seems that this is not a good errand, how do you feel that the national teacher has a conspiracy in his heart?

"When the time comes, if you are tired of living, you should also repay the grace of your encounter, not to mention that you can go back to your hometown and die in your hometown!"

"So, you already know about General Mo Yan's death five years ago?" asked Li Huaimin.

"Yes, I come from the mountains, and I have followed the general for five years, walking in the rivers and lakes. Later, I was recommended to the emperor's side, and commanded the masters of the Great Interior, and the affairs in the rivers and lakes naturally could not be concealed from me, but I had nothing to do with my own strength, so I could only wait for the opportunity! Now the emperor wants to establish a prince, and there are no good ministers in the court except for the national teacher and the scholar. In order to protect the world of the Tang Empire, the emperor will definitely invite General Mo Yan, who is at his peak, to come out of the mountain again. What's more, the second prince is deceased, the theory of the three dragons has been broken, and the emperor knows better that the world of the Tang Dynasty cannot fall into the hands of foreign enemies, and he must guard against landing in the palace!"

Whampoa Wuming said a lot this time, as if this was the happiest he had in years.

Li Huaimin can understand this kind of repression, and sometimes he feels too much of it.

He said: "Gratitude and retribution, loyal and righteous people! The old man admires!"

Huangpu returned the salute with a nameless fist, but looked at Sikong Ningjing and said, "It's just that this Sikong brother is a little bitter and wants to be involved in this dispute." ”

Sikong Ningjing was silent for a moment and said: "Between the eldest husband giving birth to the sky, he should have made a difference, since the national teacher thinks highly of Brother Huangpu and Brother Huangpu is hot, my blood will be sprinkled together!"

He said so loudly that Huangpu Anonymous patted it on the shoulder and said, "Thank you, brother." ”

After that, he looked at the national teacher and said: "Thanks to the national teacher this time, I have the opportunity to go out for a walk, although I have not found evidence to prove that these things are directly related to the eldest prince, but I expect that he will never be able to get out of it, because of the imperial power, we can only have enough evidence to break it in one fell swoop, otherwise we will die! If this is the case, this will be a long-planned earth-shattering conspiracy!"

The national teacher was silent, his thoughts were complicated at the moment, and his heart was a mess. Suddenly thinking of Sister Jing's beautiful face, he smiled and asked, "What is the plan of the Whampoa Commander?"

"Go ahead according to the emperor's will, go to Confucius Ridge first, and wait for them to do ......"

Li Huaimin nodded to indicate that what he saw was slightly the same, so he stopped talking and closed his eyes to recuperate.

The carriage swayed forward, followed by a few pairs of eyes......

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At this time, in the medicine-free mountain, there were white clouds floating in the sky, and in a medicine reed called "Medicine-free Pavilion" under the white clouds, a teenager woke up leisurely.

The first time he opened it, he saw a handsome face looking at him with wide eyes, revealing a concerned look.

"How long have I been asleep, where is this?"

Just as he was about to answer, an old man's voice came: "How long have you been asleep?

Mo Ying was startled, this person was so strange, he fainted, how could he know? He immediately got up from the bed, and saw an old man with black hair, holding a small medicine reed in his hand, staring at himself!

"Are you a ghost doctor?" asked Murray.

The old man didn't answer, and was busy with the things at hand.

Shirt nodded and said, "Yes, he is the ghost doctor!"

Mo Ying hurriedly stepped forward and saluted, "I've seen my seniors!"

The old man still ignored him, just glanced at him, and went out of the courtyard.

Mo Ying looked at the shirt and asked, "This person is so strange, shirt!"