Chapter 155 The Big Wedding Day The little girl who had just woken up had a puzzled look on her face.
She rubbed her eyes hard and slapped her forehead, trying to wake herself up.
"Your Highness, this servant does not understand what you mean."
Jiang He held her hand and said sternly: "On the way back from searching for the miracle doctor in Yueshan, you asked Chang Sangjun who he was, and Zongjun answered that he was Bian Que's master. Just say you know Bian Que, and say Lord Jiang told me You Bian Que do whatever you want, right?"
Jiang He took a deep breath. Although he was anxious, his voice was lower and slower.
"Why does my father tell you about Bian Que?"
Cai Ling thought.
She was still sitting on the ground, her body tense, her eyes subconsciously looking up, and her eyebrows furrowed into a shallow furrow, looking hard and anxious.
"Don't panic," Jiang He said. "After my father regained consciousness in Luoyang, he took you to Daliang to find me. Did you meet or hear something on the way that made you talk about the miracle doctor Bian Que?"
What did you encounter, what did you hear? She remembered Master Jiang teaching her how to drive and how to survive in the wild. When a man approached, he would make herself dirty and smear her face with gray.
man!
"We met His Majesty!"
Cai Ling suddenly said loudly, her hands suddenly slapped the ground, because she was so excited when she thought of this incident.
"Zhao Zheng?" Jiang He confirmed.
"Yes!" Cai Ling nodded repeatedly.
Jiang He knew this.
Before his death, his father told her that he had seen Zhao Zheng on the way here.
My father also said that maybe it won’t be long before China is expected to be unified.
At that time, my father was dying from an arrow in the back, and they had no chance to say anything more.
After that, Jiang He never asked Cai Ling about her father.
Perhaps the omission lies in this.
"Tell me in detail what father said to you." Jiang He's hands were shaking because he was too nervous.
"I was on the boat at that time..."
Cai Ling's face no longer looked sleepy. She recalled it carefully and told Jiang He everything in detail, including how high the waves in the Yellow River were.
"It turns out Ahe also knows him."
A one-armed middle-aged man stood on the bow of the boat. The wind and waves were high, but he remained motionless, like a tall mountain.
"We know each other, we're very familiar with each other."
Cai Ling held on to the rope tightly and cocked her head to look at Jiang Anqing's handsome face was sometimes happy and sometimes pitiful.
"Girl, have you heard of the story of Bian Que and Duke Huan of Cai?"
Cai Ling shook his head blankly.
Why did you suddenly mention Bian Que? Jiang Anqing told Bian Que's story and asked after finishing the story: "Do you know why Duke Huan of Cai didn't believe Bian Que's claim that he was sick?"
"It must be Duke Huan of Cai who is stupid," Cai Ling replied.
Jiang Anqing smiled warmly. He listened to the sound of the boatman's paddle cutting through the water and said seriously: "Because he didn't tell the cause of the king's illness. He just said, 'The disease is in your body, skin, and stomach.'"
"Then why didn't he say it?" Cai Ling asked, seemingly understanding.
"Because the cause of the disease is not important at all." Jiang Anqing replied, "Some diseases are hidden in the body as a fetus. No matter how well-fed and well-fed they are, they will appear later."
"I think what you said is wrong." Jiang Anqing was gentle and generous, and Cai Ling dared to speak freely. "Where we are, if you have a cough caused by cold, the treatment methods are different from those caused by heat."
Jiang Anqing shook his head and looked at Cai Ling, his eyes empty, but like lighting a bonfire: "Cai Ling, remember, the way to cure a disease is to examine the condition and consider the medication, but not to get to the bottom of it. Don't let a leaf obscure your vision and miss the mountain. "
"I don't understand," Cai Ling giggled, "And I don't treat people, so I just need to serve you well."
Jiang Anqing nodded.
He "looked" at the majestic Yellow River and repeated thoughtfully: "The cause of the disease is not important at all. I don't know if they understand it."
After saying that, Cai Ling felt a little sweat on his forehead.
She saw Jiang He slowly getting up in front of her. Because his legs and feet were sore, he grabbed the curtain hanging with pearls, causing a slight noise.
She actually doesn't understand.
I don’t understand what Mr. Jiang said, nor how much those words can help His Highness in his current predicament.
But she saw the shock in Jiang He's eyes.
The shock was like seeing Mount Tai collapse before our eyes, towering trees being uprooted, flying sand and dust, hearing the sound of water in the distance, and seeing a red sun rising in the east.
Brilliant.
Jiang He stood up and backed away, hitting the screen before stopping. He looked at Cai Ling and said, "My father said that the cause of the disease is not important at all?"
"That's what I said." Cai Ling nodded to confirm.
"The cause of the disease is not important. The cause of the disease is not important."
Jiang He murmured and repeated these words, suddenly turned around and walked towards the case.
Zhao Zheng left home as a hostage at the age of six. From then on, the imperial doctors who accompanied him not only treated his daily illnesses but also detoxified him.
Zong Jun once said that those poisons are often hidden wherever you are careless.
In pollen, in spices, in campfires, even in an open umbrella on a rainy day.
Oleander, datura, aconitum, quince, ginkgo...
Every time someone was poisoned, the doctors would detoxify the the end of the treatment, the residual poison caused sluggish heart disease, and the imperial doctors used acupuncture and boiled medicine to detoxify the residual poison.
But his father said that the cause of the disease was not important.
Does that mean: At this point, the most important thing in curing Zhao Zheng is not detoxification! But -
Start with the condition of slow heartbeat, get to the point and prescribe the right medicine!
Jiang He turned over the thick prescriptions on several cases.
"Prescriptions for strengthening the spleen and nourishing the stomach, prescriptions for heat and swelling in the throat, prescriptions for blindness at night, prescriptions for red and white sweat spots, prescriptions for yellow water goat's beard, prescriptions for snake skin tinea in children, prescriptions for women without children..."
She read in her mouth and put them aside one by one. Because she moved too fast, the prescriptions even flew up and slowly fell to the ground under the bright light, like white doves perched in the house.
"I remember, I remember..."
She read, watched, and muttered to herself.
Finally, Jiang He's eyes stopped in one place and stopped moving.
The name of the prescription was written on the white silk.
"A prescription for sluggish heartbeat, vomiting blood and pain."
Jiang He widened his eyes to prevent his tears from falling and blurring the handwriting.
"One pig heart, cut it, put ten lotus seed cores and forty mung bean skins..."
She read it over and over again.
She had seen these prescriptions many times but could not recite them all.
She had to memorize it, memorize it, so she wouldn't make any mistakes.
"your Highness……"
Since following Jiang He, they have encountered assassins and even faced matter what happened, His Highness has never been so excited.
Jiang He's expression made Cai Ling a little worried. She stood in front of several cases and called him several times before Jiang He raised his head.
"Cailing," tears of joy rolled down from Jiang He's clear eyes, "I have a solution."
"Your Highness, are you alright?"
"It's okay, it's okay." Jiang He put down the prescription, covered his eyes with his hands to calm down for a moment, and nodded, "That's it. I don't think about how to detoxify the remaining poison anymore. I will just treat the current problem as my father said. Symptoms. Now his heartbeat is about to stop, so we will only treat the heart."
The cause of the disease is not so many years, the imperial doctors who followed Zhao Zheng fell into the thinking dilemma of poisonous and detoxifying, and were unable to do anything about the disease.
But even if they thought about it, it would be difficult to start without Chang Sangjun's prescription.
Jiang He said with a smile through his tears: "The medicines in the prescription are not difficult to find, but the difficult thing is that the cooking time is too long. I will boil them, and I will guard them."
Zongjun can no longer distinguish poison. The house before the wedding was too messy, so she had to guard the medicine furnace by herself.
Jiang He said, striding forward, opening the door and walking out.
The lights were brightly lit outside, and the servants and maids were whispering and passing by holding bright dowries.
They were preparing for their wedding under the arrangement of Zongjun.
However, Jiang He could no longer care about this.
She wanted to buy medicine, boil medicine, and cure her monarch.
On the ninth day of August, His Majesty Yong Guo got married.
The dowry sent from Qi, pulled by a hundred carriages, caused a sensation in Kyoto.
"They are also princesses from Qi, but there weren't so many last time, right?"
Some people were talking like this among the people watching from a distance in the restaurant.
"That's right! The last time she was the princess of Qi, she didn't have the auxiliary prince to marry her in person!"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Ben, who was wearing Qi costume and trying to keep his expression calm, couldn't help but laugh on his horse.
Another person in the crowd said: "Princess Anguo is different from others. Your Majesty is favored by Princess Anguo for her civility and military skills. Look, this time not only the clan, but also the court ministers are standing on the imperial street to welcome the bride. Woolen cloth!"
Jiang Ben immediately sat up straighter again.
He pretended to straighten his clothes nonchalantly, coughed, and asked, "Isn't the auspicious time coming?"
The auspicious time has indeed arrived, but the house where Her Royal Highness lives is still closed.
The procession of the King of Yong to marry Jiang He stopped in the long street. It was so vast that it could not end as far as the eye could see.
But the team was quiet, no one dared to make any noise.
In the palace, Zhao Zheng, who had been waiting for no news for a long time, frowned and stood up.
"His Royal Highness said to wait."
Li Wenzhou stepped forward to report.
"Where can this be found?"
The Queen Mother of Yong State was a little annoyed.
"Not to mention being blamed by our ancestors for missing auspicious times, your Majesty can't stay awake for long every day, right?"
Several ministers and royal family members who stayed in the palace were whispering. Although they did not dare to blame Jiang He, their tone became less and less friendly.
Zhao Zheng looked cold and said calmly: "I really can't wait any longer."
(End of this chapter)