"Lihua, is this gun that Sister Yun gave me very different?"
"It's definitely much better than the one you had before."
"Of course, I mean what's the difference..."
Lihua thought for a while and said: "Actually, it's very common. Ruyi can be understood as being used by gods, but this god is not very powerful."
"Fairy weapon?" Ruyi was stunned for a moment and asked, "How could Sister Yun have such a thing?"
Lihua said: "Miss Yun probably doesn't know that such a thing exists."
"Yeah……"
Ruyi held the gun and inexplicably felt that the gun was a little heavier. She had to take good care of it.
She put away her thoughts and looked into the distance.
What follows is a long journey.
It's a new journey.
She paused and suddenly thought: "By the way, what's the name of this gun?"
Ruyi went to Cao Boutou and asked.
Chief Cao said: "I don't know about this, but this gun was awarded as a reward in the palace many years ago. The person who handed it over mentioned it, but it was not written in the gift book, so it has been left there forever."
"Rewarded by the palace?!"
Ruyi was shocked after hearing this and asked: "This, this, this..."
"What exactly does Sister Yun's family do?"
Cao smiled and said: "It's just an ordinary businessman. Don't think too much about it, girl."
No one would believe this.
Practicing business? What kind of business can establish a relationship with the palace?
And listening to what he said, Ruyi felt that this thing was not preserved but it was rewarded by the government. This is really...
Sister Yun really hides it deeply.
Ruyi didn't think much more, she looked at the silver spear in her hand and started thinking.
"What should I call it..."
Lihua couldn't give her any advice.
"The whole body is covered with silver light, and the gun is like a divine horse, otherwise it would be called a silver horse."
Cao smiled and said, "Yinju is a good name."
"Yeah?"
Ruyi smiled and said, "Then let's call it this!"
The girl was carrying a spear and following the caravan, looking very happy, as if she had endless prospects for the road in front of her.
The civet cat on the shoulder looked around at the surrounding scene, and its eyes were inexplicably attracted to the flying insects.
The road ahead is long, there are silver horses and cats, I don’t think it will be boring.
………
Shun Cheng ten years, late winter.
There was a heavy snowfall in Beijing this year, and the breath you exhaled turned into mist in an instant.
People walking on the street were wearing thick coats.
This year's snowstorm was too severe. The court ordered disaster relief and gave thick coats. Of course, those who finally reached the hands of the people would also suffer some deductions, but it was much more than in previous years.
There are fewer people suffering from the cold this year.
"Gulu, Gulu..."
The wheels of the carriage were rolling, and occasionally they would get stuck on the street. Because the snow was really too heavy, which hindered the journey, it was a little slow, but at least it got to the place, and finally the carriage stopped in front of the palace gate.
A man wearing a thick coat stepped out of the carriage, and at the gate of the palace, several eunuchs were waiting quietly.
The leading eunuch came up to him and said, "It must be Dr. Wenzhu."
The person who was called Dr. Wenzhu was the man who got off the carriage. His face was peaceful and his brows showed a refined air. He didn't look like a doctor, but looked like a scribe, but there didn't seem to be any conflict between the two.
"I've met the chief inspector."
"Doctor Wenzhu please come."
Dr. Wenzhu was invited into the palace by several eunuchs. After passing through many levels, he finally arrived at the royal study.
The current Nine-Five Supreme Being was sitting at the desk in the royal study, correcting the memorial with a pen and ink in his hand. He slowly raised his head when he saw the person he wanted to see arrived.
"Your Majesty, this is Dr. Wenzhu."
"Um."
Yan Ruchu said softly: "Doctor Wenzhu stays, and everyone else should leave."
"yes……"
The people in the royal study retreated one by one.
Doctor Wenzhu looked at the king in front of him, then knelt down and said: "The common people pay homage to your majesty."
"Doctor Wenzhu please wake up."
Yan Ruchu said: "I have long heard that you diagnosed and treated Taizu Xiang and extended his life by half a year with your peerless medical skills. I have been feeling unwell recently, so I wanted to ask Dr. Wenzhu to take my pulse."
Doctor Wen Zhu paused for a moment and said: "The common people can take your majesty's pulse, but if the pulse shows anything bad, please don't kill the common people in anger."
After hearing this, Yan Ruchu laughed loudly and said, "Doctor Wenzhu, there is no need to worry, I am not like that old man Zhao Zhen."
He also understood that Dr. Wenzhu was almost killed by Zhao Zhen because he told the truth. Later, it was Prince Xi who begged for mercy, and Dr. Wenzhu survived.
Dr. Wenzhu had no intention of coming this time, but he couldn't resist the official invitation, so he had no choice but to come.
"With your Majesty's words, the common people will feel relieved."
"Yes." Yan Ruchu nodded, and then said: "Please ask Dr. Wen Zhu to take my pulse. If you have anything to say, please tell me. I understand my body."
Doctor Wenzhu said: "Cao Mu has another unkind request."
"speak."
"The common people have no great talents, and their medical skills are of some use. For many years, the common people have traveled far and wide, just to find the master who was the common people when they were young. However, for more than ten years, they have been looking for him to no avail..."
"Do you want me to help you find someone?"
Yan Ruchu felt a little surprised. She was about to feel her pulse before she even felt it?
"Don't worry, Your Majesty. If Your Majesty refuses, Cao Mu will concentrate on checking His Majesty's pulse."
Yan Ruchu waved her hand and said, "Go back and find Superintendent Cao."
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
"Um."
Doctor Wen Zhu breathed a sigh of relief, and then stepped forward to Yan Ruchu's side.
He reached out his hand and placed it on his pulse.
Yan Ruchu looked calm, but Dr. Wenzhu's expression became more serious.
After about a quarter of an hour passed, he slowly took his hand back.
Yan Ruchu asked: "How?"
"Your Majesty's dragon body..." Dr. Wenzhu paused here, not knowing how to continue.
Yan Ruchu took back her hand and asked, "Tell me, how many years do I have left to live?"
Dr. Wenzhu paused and said, "Has Your Majesty already known this?"
"Yeah." Yan Ruchu nodded slightly without refuting.
Doctor Wenzhu was startled and his arms trembled.
"Your Majesty, the common people heard nothing."
Yan Ruchu breathed a sigh of relief, waved her hand and said: "I know that you are aware of current affairs, and I have taken a fancy to you. Otherwise, why do you think I didn't find the imperial doctor in the palace, but you instead."
Doctor Wenzhu sighed in his heart, he really regretted coming today.
This is another head-scratching thing.
Yan Ruchu asked again: "First, tell me how my health is."
Dr. Wenzhu came to his senses and said immediately: "There is a cold air lingering in your Majesty's Dantian. This cold air is particularly special. It may not be eradicated by ordinary means. Moreover, according to the common people's pulse, this cold air has been entrenched for a long time and is related to the cold air.
Your Majesty has experienced both prosperity and loss, and the cold is still getting stronger day by day. If it continues like this, I am afraid it will only happen in three to five years..."