Origin

Author: sin9999

Origin

"Your Majesty, I am leaving the palace and returning home."

The Imperial Medical Officer invited him with a smile.

"I don't dare to work for an official." Fan Zheng was flattered.

"Dare, dare." He gave the order with his big yellow teeth exposed, half pulling and half dragging Fan Zheng into a car.

After all, Fan's Woodwork Workshop has the business of manufacturing vehicles, and Fan Zheng still knows a little about cars.

Those who have received orders from the Imperial Medical Office from the seventh rank are not qualified to be assigned carriages. Most of them will be the same as when I came in, with many people riding in the same carriage.

The prince and his first rank are elephant chariots, the second rank is leather chariots, the third rank is leather chariots, the fourth rank is wooden chariots, and the fifth rank is chariots.

Those below the fifth rank are not eligible to ride the imperial carriage. You can either take a private rental carriage or bring your own ox cart, which is also feasible.

A purely civil servant riding a horse is a bit unsightly.

As for riding a donkey or a sheep cart, that was done by small officials, and the term "little official in a sheep cart" remains in history.

It seemed that there was something special about this chariot. Even when it left the palace gate or the imperial city gate, no soldiers came forward to ask.

"Old man Feng Yizhi would like to ask Brother Fan Zheng why you think there may be an epidemic this year?" The attitude of the Imperial Medical Officer was surprisingly good.

You know, even if you include his status as a general official, there is still a big gap between Fan Zheng and Feng Yizhi.

Fan Zheng smiled: "Feng Shuling, there is no need to ask further. I don't understand medicine, so I just rely on folk remedies to cope with the situation. If I have to say it, I think it is prevention."

"Besides, even if those medicinal materials are really not used, they can be stored for a few years, right?"

Jin's car drove to Dunhuafang and stopped in front of Fan Zheng's house under the attention of everyone in the street.

After all, with Fan Zheng's family background, even if he doesn't talk about his identity, he will blush when he says "mansion".

The moment he got off the car, Fan Zheng understood the reason why Feng Yizhi condescended to give him a ride: he would ride the car so that he would be more dignified when he went back.

"Why did you come back by car?" Fan Laoshi snorted.

Fan Zheng raised the edict in his hand and proudly bulged his non-existent belly: "Aye, the person standing in front of you is an official of the ninth rank of the imperial court."

"My elder men are all officials." Yuan Luan's smile was a bit proud.

No matter how you say it, it’s all meat that falls from your own body, so you have your own share of the credit.

There is nothing wrong with this logic!

Aunt Fan, who was holding the baby in her left hand and holding the lotus leaf chicken in her right hand, laughed loudly: "Brother Fangzheng is a capable man! I won't be surprised if he is granted the title of Marquis in the future!"

Fan Laoshi snorted coldly: "It's as if I can't whip you now that you're an official."

Ah this...

Fan Zheng was speechless.

…

In the Li Zheng Palace, Empress Changsun drank two bowls of porridge for the first time, and her face became slightly rosy.

Coughing and wheezing are still there, but they are much lighter than before.

"Guanyin Maid, this Xiaofangzheng's folk remedy really works." Li Shimin said nonchalantly.

At this moment, he is not an emperor, but a husband who cares about his wife's health.

Originally, he had prepared for the worst outcome, but who knew that in a twist of events, Wannian County's mischief would lead to an unexpected surprise.

Empress Changsun has left a mark in the history books, not only for her own virtues, but also for her achievements in assisting Li Shimin to mediate the conflicts between the monarch and his ministers.

Otherwise, the grass on Wei Zheng's grave would be three feet high.

"Luo Tangji is not suitable to be placed in Wannian County. Shanzhou is Xiazhou, and he is not allowed to drive from the fifth rank. It is quite suitable for him." Li Shimin muttered.

What about the emperor?

Emperors still hold grudges!

Although Fan Zheng has indeed made meritorious deeds, you should suffer the corresponding consequences if you plot against him in the palace.

If Luo Tangji knew this result, he would cry to death.

The Jingxian magistrate who is in the fifth rank is not appropriate. He is demoted two levels and goes to Bianzhou as a farewell officer. He will suffer a loss of blood!

Shanzhou has Huangshui County and Longzhi County under its control, which are 1,913 miles away from Chang'an. It has 1,875 households and 9,582 residents. It is desolate enough in the first place, but it needs to be constantly

Facing the plunder of Tuyuhun.

However, the Shanzhou administrative office was relatively rare in the entire Tang Dynasty. It did not govern a certain county, but set up a separate Ledu city!

Danger!

Zhang Anan said softly: "I heard that Luo Tangji seems to be the nephew of Song Guogong."

Sometimes, just one bad word is enough.

Even Zhang Ananda couldn't stand Xiao Yu's arrogant and violent style.

Li Shimin had long had enough of Xiao Yu, an in-law who relied on his elders. If he had not done anything wrong, he would have sent him to meet his brother-in-law.

"I ordered Fang Xuanling and other three provinces to discuss matters and issue an edict. Duke Xiao Yu of the Song Dynasty was impatient and intolerant, so he dismissed Te Jin and was appointed governor of Qizhou."

Li Shimin gritted his teeth.

Xiao Yu, you old guy, you’ve been dismissed four times, it’s all yours!

You actually want to borrow a knife to kill someone, and let me be the knife in your hand!

As for whether Xiao Yu was wronged or not, who cares?

Empress Changsun smiled slightly: "Looking at Erlang's expression, could it be that this Xiaofang is from the wrong family?"

Li Shimin smiled and said: "Guanyin really has insight into people's hearts. Fan Zheng's Aye, Guanyin has also heard of Lei Yongji, the general of King Xiyin."

Queen Changsun thought for a while: "Was he the first military leader to break Chang'an City back then?"

Li Shimin nodded: "It's him. Lei Yongji is his alias from his mother's surname, and Fan Laoshi is his real name. After seizing the city, he fell in love with Yuan Luan, the concubine of General Yuan Zhongwen of the Right Prison Gate, and quit due to merit.

March."

In the year of Zhenguan, Li Shimin named Li Jiancheng Xiwang, and his posthumous title was Yin.

Even though all of his brother's heirs were killed, he still had to give the honor to him.

Otherwise, Wei Zheng could openly quarrel in the court over this.

In other words, Lei Yongji did not participate in the feud between brothers Li Jiancheng and Li Shimin.

Of course, Li Shimin would not vent his anger on Lei Yongji, but he was a little worried.

It can be seen that Li Jiancheng was not a weakling in terms of military exploits back then.

As a matter of fact, sometimes it’s just the girl in the building, the price is in place, and you can display it however you want.

The second bowl of melon juice was served an hour after the meal. Empress Changsun grimaced, hesitated for a long time, and drank it all in one gulp.

Bitter, bitter, bitter!

Even Empress Changsun, who often took medicinal decoctions, could not bear the bitter taste and suffered another burst of heartbreaking vomiting.

Li Shimin glanced at the filth in the copper basin, and a hint of joy flashed in his eyes.

The queen's phlegm is no longer so sticky, and the blood streaks in the phlegm have also reduced a lot.

Even though Fan Zheng said he was just treating symptoms, Li Shimin was still excited.

Only when the outside is gone can the inside be cured.

"It's so bitter! Erlang, I want to eat shrimp!"

After rinsing her mouth, Empress Changsun started to moan.

Li Shimin smiled and arranged: "Guanyin maid, I want to eat shrimps when I get better. Honey, which one do you want to drink, venison porridge or chicken porridge?"

Empress Changsun kicked her jade feet wildly, and her face was full of grievances: "I just want to eat shrimps!"

Li Shimin didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Just bear with it! Think about what you said when you taught the young slaves, Si Zi and others to eat."

In any case, Shang Yao Bureau breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as the cause of the Queen's disease is found and the strong symptoms are removed, a radical cure may not be possible, and recuperation is within reach.
Chapter completed!