Night shrouded the city of Chang'an, with dark clouds, the air was moist and cold, and a heavy snowfall was about to come. The stars and moon were obscured, and the streets at night became dark. However, as negotiations between the Sui and Tang Dynasties began, the atmosphere was gone.
Killing a carriage like that before
Under the escort of more than a dozen attendants, they drove into Yanshoufang silently. The carriage was very small and ordinary, no different from the carriages that carry passengers all over the street. However, the more than a dozen attendants were all big and round, and powerful. This
This indicates that the identity of the owner of this carriage is unusual...
Yanshoufang is close to the West Market, which was the former Liren City. It was a distribution center for bulk commodities in the Tang Dynasty. However, due to the limited territory of the Tang Dynasty, the business of the West Market was far from being restored to the situation in the heyday of the Sui Dynasty.
Only 70% of the shops were open, and there were many fewer merchants.
The bleak business situation in the West Market has also affected Yanshou Fang. The place where merchants originally gathered has become a little deserted, especially at night. There is not a single person on the street. The carriage drove into Yanshou Fang and reached the northwest corner.
Stopped in front of a small house.
This small house covers an area of less than two acres. Generally speaking, an area of more than one acre is called a house, an area of less than one acre is called a house, and an area of less than three acres is called a small house. It is a sign of a wealthy family.
This small house belongs to the imperial doctor Zhang Bingzhi. Zhang Bingzhi is about fifty years old today. He is dull and not good at officialdom. Although he has excellent medical skills, he has never been reused. He can only work as a small gunnery pharmacist in a pharmacy. His salary is meager and it is difficult to support his family.
, so he also secretly picked up some patients at night to supplement his family's income.
At this time, outside the guest room window, a woman was hiding behind the window and eavesdropping. The woman was Zhang Bingzhi’s wife. She was in her forties, had thin lips, slightly high cheekbones, and a cold light in her small eyes. She gave Zhang Bingzhi
She gave birth to three sons and became a hero of the Zhang family. In addition, she was fierce and scheming, and gradually became the head of the family.
Tonight, her husband seemed to have a good fortune. A windfall came to his door. The woman clearly saw it through the crack in the door. There was a plate of yellow gold on the table in the guest room, at least five hundred taels, which made the woman's eyes red.
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It was said that this was only half of the story, and the cowardly way her husband lowered his head made the woman feel angry and wanted to rush in and tear off his ears.
In the room, Zhang Bingzhi lowered his head deeply. He was about fifty years old, with a small nose and small eyes, and a look of hard work. He had been working in the Imperial Medical Office for thirty years, and he was still a nobody. He didn't even have the chance to meet the Holy Emperor.
, but his skills in gunpowder are extremely high. Emperor Li Yuan and the former Queen Mother and Empress all made their own medicine. But the credit does not belong to him.
Zhang Bingzhi was extremely scared at this time. The person sitting next to him was not a patient, let alone a guest worthy of welcome. This guest was thin and dark, with eyes as sharp as a knife. His name was Mrs. Wang, a very common name.
But if his wife knew this man's nickname, she would be so frightened that she would collapse on the spot. This man's nickname was the Butcher King. He was the deputy commander of Tang Feng. He was in charge of Tang Feng's arrest and torture. He was a very jealous figure in Chang'an City.
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At this time, Mrs. Wang did not tell him anything. She just put the five hundred taels of gold on the table without saying a word. This silent pressure made Zhang Bingzhi almost collapse. Finally, he whispered: "I just
I know how to treat a doctor, does Commander Wang want me to treat someone?"
"That's right, I want you to treat a person..."
Having said this, Mrs. Wang pointed to the back window, "It's best to let Madam-in-law leave, lest I accidentally hurt her."
Zhang Bingzhi was startled. He hurriedly walked to the window, patted the pane, and shouted anxiously: "Go away! Go away!"
The voice of his wife gnashing her teeth came from outside the window, "You goddammit, how dare you let the gold fly, let's see how I deal with you!"
The woman left, and Mrs. Wang's eyes showed a trace of pride. Of course he had touched Zhang Bingzhi's bottom and knew that Zhang Bingzhi was henpecked and his wife was extremely greedy. This was Zhang Bingzhi's biggest weakness and she was not afraid that he would not listen to her.
Zhang Bingzhi sat down again, glanced at the gold timidly, and asked him to see a doctor with 500 taels of gold. Who could this person be?
"Who are you treating?"
Wang Tai said coldly: "You shouldn't ask such questions. You should know who you are treating."
Zhang Bingzhi didn't react. He sat blankly for a long time. Suddenly, his face changed drastically and he jumped up in shock. "No! No!" He stepped back and leaned against the wall, staring at Mrs. Wang in horror.
Seeing that he had understood, Mrs. Wang said calmly: "This is not up to you. You have to do it whether you do it or not. I might as well tell you that your three sons are in my hands."
Zhang Bingzhi was stunned as if he had been struck by lightning. Mrs. Wang stood up and said, "Okay! Come to me after you have figured it out. I want to know your plan." He quickly left the room, and Zhang Bingzhi stared blankly at the roof.
He suddenly reacted, rushed out like an arrow, and closed the door with "Bang!"
At this time, he was stunned for a moment, then leaned against the crack of the door and looked out. He saw Mrs. Wang getting into a carriage, but on the window of the carriage, a cold face appeared, staring at the door with sharp eyes, as if
Seeing through the door, seeing through his heart, this face made Zhang Bingzhi collapse directly on the door...
Zhang Bingzhi returned to the room in despair. In the room, his wife was holding gold, shining it into the light one by one, and muttering, "Can it be fake? Can it be fake?"
A stream of hot blood rushed directly to Zhang Bingzhi's head. He rushed forward like crazy and pushed his wife to the ground. "My son is almost dead, what are you doing with these things?"
His wife was stunned. She had never seen her husband lose his temper like this, not for decades.
"What on earth... happened?"
She suddenly reacted, got up from the ground, grabbed her husband's hair, "Tell me, what does it have to do with my son?"
Zhang Bingzhi collapsed on the ground, pointed to the door, and whispered: "Close the door first."
His wife quickly closed the door, turned back with a gust of wind, grabbed her husband's hair, and said, "Speak quickly!"
Zhang Bingzhi whispered something to his wife. His wife was shocked and her eyes nearly popped out. She glanced at her husband in fear, "Did you get it wrong?"
"There can be no mistake. I just saw King Qin."
The woman's eyes narrowed with a fierce glare. She only cared about her son's life, and the death of anyone else had nothing to do with her. She asked in a low voice: "Do you think it is possible?"
Zhang Bingzhi pondered for a long time and nodded, "There are three imperial doctors who specialize in testing medicines. It is impossible to do it directly, but it can be done indirectly. He usually takes four kinds of medicine. One medicine is fine, but several medicines mixed in the stomach are harmful.
There will be problems, but it is not a fatal poison. Problems will occur gradually, as short as one month or as long as half a year."
The woman gritted her teeth and said, "Then do it. My son's life is more important than anyone else."
Her eyes fell on the gold again, and her little eyes suddenly lit up...
The carriage was speeding through the night. In the carriage, Li Shimin asked coldly: "Is he willing to do it?"
"He didn't express his position, but he couldn't help it. His three sons were all in the hands of menial officials."
Li Shimin nodded. "Do you think he can do it?"
"Your Highness, this man's gunpowder skills are unparalleled in the world. As long as he is willing to do it, there is nothing he can't do, and it is foolproof."
"Very good. When everything is done, no one in his family will be left alive."
The carriage rushed out of Yanshoufang like a gust of wind and sped towards the northwest...
Although the Imperial Medical Office is affiliated to Taichang Temple, dozens of imperial doctors spend most of their time in the palace. There is also a special pharmacy in Taiji Palace, where the imperial doctors rest and wait for calls. The pharmacy in the palace occupies a large area
, is a four-story vermilion building. Since the Sui Dynasty, this place has been the center of the palace pharmacy, and all kinds of precious medicinal materials in the world can be found here.
The manager of the pharmacy is surnamed Ma. He is also an imperial doctor, but he is only responsible for managing his more than 20 medicine boys and several gunners. The person who is really the backbone of the pharmacy is called the best gunner in the world by insiders.
Pharmacist Zhang Bingzhi.
It is said that wherever there are people, there is struggle. Although Zhang Bingzhi is good at medicine, he is a failure in life. He is a stuffy person all day long, saying nothing, not knowing how to flatter people, and not knowing how to give gifts at night. After working in a pharmacy for thirty years, he is still
There is a big head soldier, so people in the pharmacy jokingly call him the bottom of the medicine jar, which means medicine dregs.
However, because of Zhang Bingzhi's superb skills, the manager of the pharmacy was still polite to him, spoke kindly to him, and respectfully called him Mr. Zhang. However, good things like rewards and salary increases were not Zhang Bingzhi's turn.
Early in the morning, Steward Ma hurried into the pharmacy. Over the past year, the Queen Mother has been seriously ill, the Queen has been seriously ill, and the Holy Emperor has fallen ill. A series of major events have made the pharmacy extremely busy. Steward Ma has been like a butt on fire.
Same, he rushed up to the third floor in one breath, looked around, and shouted anxiously: "Where is Mr. Zhang! Where is he?"
The time for the Holy Spirit to take the medicine was coming soon, but the medicine had not yet been delivered. The doctors in front were all anxious. At this time, someone pointed upstairs and said, "It seems to be on the fourth floor!"
Manager Ma rushed to the fourth floor again, "Old Zhang, where is the holy medicine? The doctor is already angry."
“It was just made!”
Zhang Bingzhi appeared at the top of the stairs and handed him four boxes. Each box contained a pill. These were the four health pills that Li Yuan took every day. They were unshakable and Zhang Bingzhi had been in charge of concocting them.
"Why is it late today?" Manager Ma complained somewhat as he took the box.
"It's nothing. I didn't have a good rest last night and I'm a little tired." Zhang Bingzhi was listless and didn't even want to say anything.
"Oh! Then you go home early and rest today!"
Although Manager Ma is stingy with money, he still gives small favors such as rest. When he walked downstairs, he stopped and turned around and said, "I will take less patients at night!"
"Haha! I'm fine."
Zhang Bingzhi laughed twice. He kept watching Manager Ma walk away, his heart in his throat. His medicine had to be tested by three imperial doctors. Although he was absolutely sure, he was still worried to the extreme.
Time passed little by little, and nothing happened until dusk. At this time, Manager Ma walked into the pharmacy and saw Zhang Bingzhi sitting in front of the table in a daze. He couldn't help but asked strangely: "Why don't Mr. Zhang leave? You are not in good health."
Are you feeling unwell?"
Zhang Bingzhi slowly stood up and said with a wry smile: "I'm afraid of the tigress at home!"