Chapter two hundred and seventeen: Wei Qinghui opens up the people of Xiaodu
After Shen Shichun returned to his seat and sat down, Zhang Cheng asked Shi Jianneng again: "Medical Officer Shi, have you and Niu Sheng handed over all the medicinal materials?"
Shi Jianneng was originally the medical officer of Chang'anling Fort, and he was especially good at treating arrow wounds and knife wounds on the battlefield. The last time Zhang Cheng was ambushed by Xue Jing on the Chang'anling Valley Road, the arrow wound he suffered was treated by this medical officer Shi.
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It was out of trust in Medical Officer Shi's ability to treat trauma that he and all the doctors from the Chang'anling Medical Center were specially recruited for this expedition to Liaodong.
At the same time, North Road and East Road are located in remote areas after all, and many medicinal materials are insufficiently stored. Although some medicinal materials were purchased from Zhencheng and even from Datong and Shanxi through entrustment.
But Zhang Cheng still felt that it was not enough, so he deliberately went to the Taiyuan Hospital and the Ministry of War to get a lot of marching powder, Sha medicine, Ping An Dan, the first elixir of resurrection, Ruyi Bedu Powder, etc.
Although a lot of money was spent because of this, Zhang Cheng didn't feel bad at all. In his eyes, these medicines were more important than money. In addition, he also ordered Niu Sheng to purchase a large number of various medicinal materials from the people in Gyeonggi, including
Only part of it was taken to Liaodong, and the rest was temporarily stored in various strongholds in Gyeonggi.
Shi Jianneng cupped his fists and replied: "Come back to the Commander-in-Chief, the orders have been checked and handed over."
Zhang Cheng nodded, looked at Niu Sheng and said: "Niu Sheng, you distribute the remaining medicinal materials according to the books in various villages. In addition to my commander's military orders, only Medical Officer Shen can use them. You only need to
Just keep good records."
"Here!"
After Zhang Cheng took another large sip of the hangover soup, he still felt that the alcohol was getting stronger and he felt dizzy.
He stood up and said, "It's getting late. Let's all go back and get ready. We'll leave camp before noon tomorrow. Lin Fangping, you're the one doing the night patrol today, so don't dare to be lazy!"
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The little palace maid Tang Chunru, who was only sixteen years old, felt confused for a moment. She had no idea what to do.
Wei Qinghui, the maid in charge of the Qianqing Palace, came over, pushed her gently, and said to her: "What are you thinking, silly girl? She looks like a wooden person."
Tang Chunru stood there silently, with tears in his eyes. He couldn't even explain the feeling of sadness in his heart.
The housekeeper Wei Qinghui raised her hand and stroked her bun, and said softly: "Good girl, you are enjoying your blessing. General Zhang showed his talents and was favored in front of the emperor. He is young and promising, and his future is limitless."
Tang Chunru nodded with a blank look on her face, but said nothing because she was afraid that she would choke up if she spoke.
After a long time, Tang Chunru said in a trembling voice: "Sister, I'm scared. I don't know what to do?"
"Just wait. Although you can't be General Zhang's wife, you are a native of the capital given by the Emperor. You should be a concubine anyway, and you will have a future.
It’s better than being like us, being an old man who never sees the light of day, and eventually dying in this deep palace.”
Wei Qinghui said this with a sad look in her eyes.
Tang Chunru asked with a puzzled face: "But eldest sister, you are only twenty-one years old this year, and you are still young. Besides, the emperor also values you very much. When he loses his temper, you are the only one who dares to comfort him."
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Wei Qinghui sighed and then said with a hint of sadness: "Twenty-one years old may be still young in your eyes, but in the eyes of the emperor, he is old.
Although I consider myself not too ugly, I am not very outstanding among the people in the capital. The reason why the emperor values me is because I can manage the Qianqing Palace family well.
In addition, even though I have always been cautious and never offended anyone, and I am not favored by the emperor, naturally no one will be jealous of me.
But you are different. You are born with a good character, and you are young and beautiful, just like a flower that is just about to bloom.
I hope your horoscope will be good, you will have a good life, and you will be favored by General Zhang!"
Tang Chunru still timidly said: "But I'm afraid, eldest sister. I've been in the palace since I was a child, and I don't know anything about the outside world. I don't know if this is a disaster or a blessing."
Wei Qinghui hugged her neck and said softly: "My little girl Ru, please don't be sad. We won't see each other often in the future. The sisters here are very good to you. Don't forget about us."
Tang Chunru felt sad after hearing this. His thoughts were very confused now, he couldn't speak, and he was too shy to express some of his little thoughts.
She usually felt that this majestic and stern Qianqing Palace was like a prison, and she had no fun at all.
However, since Emperor Chongzhen accidentally hugged her last time due to the joy of the Kaifeng victory, Tang Chunru felt both terrible and surprised about this incident, and at the same time she also had some unpredictable fantasies.
She was not as preoccupied as those older palace maids. Seeing spring willows, autumn moon, birds chirping and flowers blooming, it would easily arouse bursts of sadness. She would secretly feel sad in her heart, with no place to express her resentment except in her dreams. Comfort yourself.
But since she was inadvertently hugged by Emperor Chongzhen, her innocent and calm girl's mind suddenly seemed to be opened to chaos. She suddenly had thoughts that she had never had before, intertwined with dreams, expectations, fears, disappointments and A piece of light sadness.
In order to change the fate of herself and her family, how much she hopes to gain the emperor's "favor"!
She thought that if she could really win the emperor's favor, not only would she be successful in the palace, but her parents, who lived a poor and troubled life, would also be blessed with good luck. It would be like "reaching the sky in one step" as the saying goes.
Unexpectedly, Emperor Chongzhen seemed to have forgotten her after that, and never showed as much "love" to her as he did that time!
And when during the day, the proprietor, the prince, came to tell her that the emperor had given her to General Zhang, she felt both disappointment and expectation, and her face turned red for some reason.
The young and handsome General Zhang could not help but appear in his mind. His eyes were so fiery, and his fair and handsome face actually hid great courage. No one had ever dared to fight like that in front of the emperor. Stare at her.
Wei Qinghui seemed to understand her little thoughts hidden deep in her heart. While there was no one in the room, she whispered to her: "Good sister Zhen, you are still young. You haven't seen through the things in this deep palace. If it's your If your fate is not good, even if you are valued by the emperor, it will be all in vain.
Although our emperor is a good emperor who works hard to govern, he is not like the debauched lords often seen in the previous dynasties. He can follow the customs made by his ancestors. In addition to the queen and the two empresses from the East and West palaces, there are also several concubines and many selected attendants. Concubines, concubines, beauties, ladies and other names of little ladies.
Not to mention those young empresses below who are selected as servants, just take the empresses who have been sealed as concubines. The emperor rarely goes to their palaces, and rarely calls them to Yangdezhai to accompany them, unless it is during the holidays. Congratulations, they are afraid that it will be difficult for them to even meet the emperor.
You have also read a few poems about palace resentment written by the Tang Dynasty, but my dear sister, how could those poets ever understand the deep resentment and bitterness in the palace? How could they ever write such a one-of-a-kind poem?
If it weren't for the deep resentment in the palace that can drive people crazy, why would a few palace maids dare to cut themselves off and collude with each other to almost strangle Emperor Jiajing to death in the middle of the night?
Good girl, you are still young and have only been in the palace for a few years. You still know too little about the terrible things in the palace!"