After instructing Fang Qi to take care of Changsun Huan, Fang Yiai got up and went to the pharmacy.
Because no one has ever seen growing fresh poppies near the suburbs of Beijing, Fang Yiai can only use the ripe fruits in the pharmacy to make it. In order to improve the effect, Fang Yiai added half the amount of Datura poppy in it.
There is also less than one-tenth of the amount of henbane, which not only improves the hallucinogenic effect of the drug, but also makes it easier to become addicted. The most important thing is that it is more difficult to quit than simply smoking!
After working almost a whole night, Fang Yiai got out nearly a hundred black pills the size of soybeans, carefully put them away, then boiled two pots of boiling water in a large medicine pot for rinsing, and then poured it away.
I also made a pot of plaster to relax muscles, activate blood circulation and relieve pain.
"What kind of plaster is this?" Wang Yuanzheng, who went to work at Tai Hospital early in the morning, heard that Fang Yiai had been tinkering with something in the pharmacy all night long, so he curiously followed the smell of the medicine and entered the decoction room next to the pharmacy.
Fang Yiai, who was stirring the almost simmering ointment in the pot, couldn't help but ask.
"Oh, I have met Dr. Wang. When it rained a few days ago, I heard General Qin say that his legs hurt. I gave him some pain-relieving ointment to relax muscles and activate blood circulation." Fang Yiai opened her eyes with two dark circles under her eyes.
With two little red eyes, he looked at Doctor Wang and said.
"Then it doesn't take so much, right?" Doctor Wang asked strangely as she looked at the large pot slowly rising in front of her.
"Oh, this is because I heard that many people who have been out marching and fighting all year round have joint pain due to injuries from fighting in rainy and snowy days. So I stayed up a little longer and asked everyone to try the patch.
Try it and see if the recipe works well. If it works, go back and try it again. If not, we will adjust the recipe again." Fang Yiai explained.
"What kind of medicine did you use?" Doctor Wang asked. After asking, he felt something was wrong, so he quickly made up for it awkwardly, "I just said it casually, you don't need to tell me the prescription."
"It's okay, I just used some Sichuan grasshoppers, Nanxing, Shenjincao, Milletia sinensis, Angelicae sinensis, safflower, Dipsacus Dipsacus, Dioscorea sinensis, Black sheath snake, Agkistrodon acuta, Eucommia ulmoides, Dog's spine, Duhuo, Qingengene,
Medicinal materials such as royal rice husk. I will write down the prescription for you later." In later generations, such prescriptions were basically semi-public, so Fang Yiai had no intention of keeping it secret and said directly.
"I'll watch the rest for you. You can go and take a nap for a while. They'll all come over to change the dressing soon." After nodding, Dr. Wang said with concern to Fang Yiai, who looked exhausted.
Looking at the ointment in the pot, it was indeed almost done, and Dr. Wang indeed had more experience in making ointments than she did, so Fang Yiai didn't show any pretense and directly thanked Dr. Wang and handed over the wooden stick in his hand.
Doctor Wang turned around and left the decoction room, returned to Changsun Huan's room, wrapped himself in a quilt and took a nap.
After changing the dressings for everyone who was injured and sutured that day, including Zhang Sunhuan, and after determining who could have the stitches removed in three days and who would continue to change the dressings, the last Zhangsunhuan pitifully asked, "When will I
Can you go home?"
Mrs. Changsun, who came to visit Changsun Huan, also looked at Fang Yiai inquiringly.
"You can go home today. But when you get home, be careful not to eat spicy food if the wound is wet. You can be helped to move around. Be careful not to move too much. You have to lie down at night.
Go to sleep. If it's the day after tomorrow, come over and change the dressing, and I'll see if the stitches can be removed." Fang Yiai explained.
"There is a laborer here." Mrs. Changsun said politely.
"I can finally go home." Changsun Huan said happily, "I can finally sleep in my own bed."
"Madam, you're welcome." Fang Yiai said to Mrs. Changsun politely.
After seeing off the carriage of the eldest son's family, Fang Yiai said hello to the people from Taiyuan Hospital, and took Fang Qi home wandering around.
Because it was still early for lunch, and Mrs. Fang and Qing Niang were taken into the palace to accompany Shuer to relieve their boredom. After looking at Fang Yize who was playing happily with the maid, Fang Yiai took Fang Qi back directly.
The study room in the small courtyard.
Ask Fuasaki to lay a piece of rice paper on the desk, smooth it out, and put it on a paperweight. Then Fuasaki stands aside, drops some water into the inkstone, picks up the ink and rubs it gently.
Fang Yiai came to the back of the desk, adjusted her sleeves, then took up the pen and dipped it in the ink that Fangzaki had just grinded.
He picked up the pen and stroked it one stroke at a time, just like carving a monument. On the rice paper laid out, he wrote the word "loyalty" with clear edges and corners.
Looking at the word "loyalty" he had written, he was quite satisfied. Fang Yiai put down the brush in his hand, picked up the rice paper flatly, blew on the ink on it, and then raised his eyes and asked Fang who was leaning over him.
Qi said, "Do you know me?"
"Isn't this the word "loyalty"? The young master taught it before. Don't you remember it?" Fang Qi looked at the word "loyalty" and said to Fang Yiai.
"Master, do you know why I wrote this character?" Fang Yiai looked at the big characters in his hand and asked calmly without raising his eyes.
"Master, I was wrong." Fuasaki realized what was going on, turned around and came to the desk, knelt down to Fang Yiai, and admitted his mistake.
"Do you know what's wrong?" Fang Yiai asked.
"You shouldn't tell the master about the young master without his consent." Fuasaki said with a good attitude.
"Is there more?" Fang Yiai sat on the chair behind the desk and continued to ask calmly.
"This?" Fuasaki thought about it carefully, but he really couldn't remember it, so he asked with a grimace, "Please give me some advice, young master, I really can't remember it."
"Can't you remember? Since I came back the night before yesterday, until now, have you ever taken the initiative to explain the cause and effect of this matter to the young master?" Fang Yiai found a comfortable sitting position and looked at the kneeling person below with an indifferent expression.
Fuasaki said without any fluctuation in his tone.
"Here, I, the young master, have realized my mistake. I will let the young master punish me." Fuasaki knocked his head on the ground and said respectfully.
"Don't you think the word "loyalty" is like a sharp sword, passing through the mouth, hanging in the heart dangerously?" Fang Yihai seemed not to hear Fuasaki's words, he picked up the word "loyalty" and looked at it.
, said slowly.
"This," Fuasaki heard the sound and looked up at the word "loyalty" raised by Fang Yiai. The more he looked at it, the more it seemed like what his young master said. He subconsciously opened his mouth and said, "It's really like what the young master said."
"Is it dangerous?" Fang Yiai asked.
Fuasaki couldn't help but shudder when he thought of the scene of the long sword piercing his mouth. Although he didn't understand why the young master said that, he still nodded seriously and said, "Danger."
"Are you afraid?" Fang Yiai continued to ask.
After swallowing, Fuasaki said, "A little, just a little."
Fang Yiai nodded uncertainly, looked quietly at Fuasaki who was kneeling below, and then said, "You can go."
"It's the young master." Fuasaki responded, stood up, and just as he was about to turn around and walk out, he turned around and asked strangely, "Master, where do you want me to go?"
"You can go wherever you want. If you want to regain your freedom, I will ask Uncle Shen to give you your deed of betrayal and give you fifty guan. I think it will be enough for you to settle down." Fang Yi
Ai said expressionlessly.
"Master, you want to drive me away!" Fang Qi looked at Fang Yiai in disbelief, then quickly knelt down again and said with tears, "Master, I was wrong. The night before yesterday, before the master came back, because of the master's questioning
It’s tight, so Fuasaki couldn’t resist this talent for a while, but he is the master, young master, and this young talent..."
"Are you my book boy? Or my master's book boy?" Fang Yiai asked.
"The younger one is the young master's book boy." Fuasaki cried. "Master, I was wrong. There will never be a next time."
Fang Yiai looked at Fang Qi who was kneeling on the ground, tapping the fingers of her right hand rhythmically on the desk. Although she couldn't bear it, in this ancient life, it was impossible for no one around her, but if the people around her couldn't keep
If it were the center, it would be an extremely dangerous thing! He didn't want to give up his life inexplicably one day.
Fang Qi was so nervous that even his heartbeat could not help but follow Fang Yiai's tapping sound, beating rhythmically. His hands nervously pulled on his clothes, and his eyes peeked at Fang Yiai above him from time to time, feeling anxious.
Waiting for Fang Yiai's final judgment.
"In the future, if you can't control yourself with a sword, keep your mouth quiet, and keep your heart firm, I advise you to leave today." Fang Yiai said calmly.
"The young one must strictly follow the young master's teachings. In all matters concerning the young master, without the young master's consent, the young one will never say a word." Fusaki said quickly.
"Young Master, I'm talking too harshly today. After all, you will be to me in the future just like Uncle Shen is to my father. I have to be careful." Fang Yiai stood up and reached out to help him up from the ground.
Fuasaki looked at Fuasaki sincerely and said in a heavy voice.
"Fuasaki knows that he will never disappoint the young master in the future." Fuasaki said movedly.
"Okay, I'll reward you with this word. Go and wash up quickly. After lunch, you will accompany me to the Yan Mansion to study painting." Fang Yiai straightened Fang Qi's hair and said.
"It's the young master." Fuasaki responded with a smile, turned around and exited the study.