Princess Fuyao

Chapter 79 Tell
Seeing his firm tone, Fuyao let out a deep breath, but Imperial Physician Jin frowned: "The Marshal said that stopping the medicine last time was very dangerous, and now his body is weaker than three years ago, humble, humble..."

"Just let go and do whatever you want. If I have any troubles, I will never drag you down." Marshal He said.

"Emperor Jin, don't worry, you just need to find a way to soothe the marshal's nerves and relieve his troubles, and don't let him be like a quitter who is confused and difficult to control himself. As for the medicine, it should be directed towards clearing away heat and detoxification, strengthening the body and eliminating pathogens, relieving pain and ventilating, diuretic and detoxification. In terms of nourishing the spleen and stomach, you only need to quickly unblock the blockages in the veins of the whole body, let the blood flow smoothly, and the body will naturally detoxify, and the Marshal's body will be half healed."

"It makes sense." Imperial Physician Jin couldn't help being awe-inspiring when he heard Fuyao utter a series of very reasonable words, and nodded in agreement.

"Actually, I don't know medicine, so I'm just learning the tongue. I don't know if the prescriptions that the imperial physicians can come up with can also correct insomnia, strengthen the body, balance yin and yang, qi and blood, and achieve essence, qi, and spirit. This disease is over."

Marshal He and Imperial Physician Jin both had a thought in their hearts at the moment, that there was an expert behind this little girl, maybe some big hermit who cared about the court but didn't want to show up was pointing her out, so they believed Fuyao's words a little .

"Physician Jin, my younger brother's health will depend entirely on you from now on."

Such intimate words made Imperial Physician Jin stand up in awe, and he bowed to Marshal He: "I am afraid of my humble position, and I will definitely do my best."

Physician Jin discussed with Marshal He, and went to his home for treatment every day after he left the Yamen, and then he said goodbye and left.

"How did the marshal hide it from Master Fang's eyes?"

Marshal He raised his eyebrows suddenly.

"He tried his best to force you to take it. I suspect that it is a lackey raised by someone. Although it is not certain yet, it is better to be cautious and not let him know."

"Don't worry, I have a solution." Marshal He patted Fuyao's shoulder reassuringly, his eyes full of relief.

Fuyao and Marshal He returned to the private room, but Master Fang was still sound asleep.

"Let's continue eating." Ya Fu Lou's signature dishes were brought up one after another, and the aroma of the roast duck hooked Master Fang's greediness. He sat up in a daze, was stunned for a moment, then asked Xiao Er to wash his face with a basin of water, and then , and sat down beside Marshal He.

All the people concentrated on putting the duck skin, shredded green onion, and sauce on the pancake, rolled it up and stuffed it into their mouths, then chewed and swallowed it with satisfaction.

Master Fang followed suit, and when he took a bite, his heart trembled: It was so delicious, he really missed the Three Character Classic.It's really unfair that those bastards live in the city, but he has suffered in northern Xinjiang for more than ten years.

Marshal He is not in good health. Among the dishes Fuyao ordered, there are more soups. After the duck with pearly skin, there is duck blood vermicelli soup, then sour radish and old duck soup, followed by candied gourd and two desserts in pumpkin cup .Marshal He gracefully wiped his mouth with a white silk scarf: "You all eat deliciously, I can't have more at night."

This meal brought him closer to Han Chen, Huang He, and Cheng Kerang, but after all, the first day they met, the three guys quickly put down their chopsticks: "We're full too." He and Cheng Kerang went out with Marshal He. Han Chen and Huang He filled their stomachs with all the appetizers on the table. They were all braised dishes. They were full of wine and food, but Cheng Kerang still owed it Some, but how dare to speak at this moment?

The one who didn't eat the most was Master Fang. He is a literati, and he still has to put on a sour appearance. Only half full.

"Come here, each person has a bowl of sour noodle soup. This is the most suitable for digestion and relief." Fuyao made a few gestures to Xiao Er, and Xiao Er retreated out knowingly.

The noodles in sour soup came. There were not many noodles in Marshal He's bowl, but it was yam, barley and other qi-invigorating soup. The noodles are made to look like, and the others, of course, are real sour soup noodles, and the sparse ones are mainly soup.

Marshal He paid the bill and took the lead to go out. Several people stood respectfully, and waited for him to get into the carriage and left before turning around and leaving.

Master Fang walked back with the carriage, feeling very uncomfortable, feeling that he was being tricked by a few little kids in his wise life. Unfortunately, he was so unhappy, but he dared not say a word: let them eat later, let the duck eat Fu Lou was tired of eating.

The carriage wheeled all the way to the west, and entered He's mansion through the side door, the marshal came down from the second door, did not go to the study like a few days ago, but went straight into the Chuihua door.

"Marshal!" Master Fang called anxiously. Under the dim light, the hazy figure looked back. He hurriedly took out the medicine box from his arms and shook it in his hand as a reminder.

"Give it to me, it's a pity that you have served me for nothing in the past few years, now, you should also take a rest." Before Master Fang could utter a rebuttal, he took the medicine box, turned his head and went in.

Master Fang was refused to go out by the closed door with black lacquer and copper nails, and he felt depressed again. He turned his head and walked to the living room he had arranged for himself. Suddenly, he staggered and almost fell to the ground. The energy of alcoholism had long since passed, he was just uneasy, feeling that everything was beyond his expectation and out of control.

The whole capital city has already slept peacefully, and the footsteps are walking on the flat and large square bricks, making a monotonous crackling sound, combined with the gloomy figure jumping around by the shaking lights, the weird scene makes Master Fang more and more depressed, His mind was full of chaos, and he couldn't think of any ideas.

"Drinking is a mistake, a big mistake!" He opened the door nagging, without washing up, he fell headlong on the bed, his mind was in a mess, and he couldn't figure it out.

On the second day of Fuyao, he avoided Master Fang and told Marshal He about Liang Mingrui.

"Is he really the second son?"

"Yes, General Guo has seen the three-star chain on his back."

Marshal He trembled excitedly: "Cheng Bo revealed something to me, but he didn't say where it was. At that time, I saw that I was dying of illness, especially before and after taking the medicine. I couldn't help myself, and he didn't dare to talk about it in detail."

"The prince said that in the past few days, he will watch you quietly. Look, if you don't go home one day, you will just wait in the yamen?"

"Row!"

Marshal He is also Liang Bingzheng's subordinate, and Guo Chengbo's feelings for Liang Bingzheng are the same, even stronger. After all, Guo Chengbo still has family support, but he is just the son of a small military officer. It is really Liang Bingzheng and his son who can achieve today Credit for promotion and cultivation.

"General Guo also said that this silver tiger also has problems, what's going on?"

Fuyao then said everything he knew: "At the moment, it's still not sure who he is, but in the past two months, he introduced a master to Duke Mao, apparently to help Duke Mao be promoted to the court. status, but many of the things she did were related to Princess Minghui, whom she married more than 20 years ago."

"Oh!" Marshal He responded, "You suspect that he is the son of Princess Minghui?"

"Princess Minghui has a son? Didn't it mean that shortly after the marriage, the Tatars captured the Northern Xinjiang camp, and the princess committed suicide because of this. Marshal Liang led his soldiers to fight to the death and rebuilt the Northern Xinjiang camp after five years of hard work?" ?”

"No, the news that the Tartars released the princess to commit suicide is false. Later, Princess Minghui secretly sent envoys to ask to see the late emperor, and wanted to return to the country for refuge."

"The rumors are that the late emperor hanged himself after refusing her refuge?"

"There are many rumors, but the real news is that the camp in Northern Xinjiang has been built, and her envoy came once. The old marshal sent me to the capital quietly, but after I returned to Northern Xinjiang, the envoy disappeared. "

"Oh!"

"Then how do we treat him now?"

"That depends on what the emperor wants. I have met Princess Minghui, and I will be observing Yinhu carefully for a while. He should look like a princess. The son-in-law is a big black man, not as white and handsome as Yinhu."

"okay."

Marshal He was tired, or he had other considerations, and Yinhu, whom he met the next day, said, "General Guo told me that you shot and killed Aunt Huo. He didn't have time to ask for credit for you, so I have to do it." gone."

"Marshal not!" Yinhu begged.

"Why?" Marshal He asked suspiciously.

"Young believers can let their horses go, they are used to being wild, and it is not free to be an official." Yinhu explained.

"But you two are like this, and there are no guards, isn't it too dangerous?"

"Hehe, guards? At critical times, I'll probably be required to protect them." Although Yinhu's words were insane, they were telling the truth. How many people in the current capital are better than him in martial arts?

Marshal He didn't speak for a while, Fuyao saw him cover his mouth with his hand and yawned quietly, went out quickly, and brought in a porcelain pot wrapped in a small quilt, which contained the medicine given by Imperial Physician Jin. The efficacy of it helps Marshal He resist drug addiction.

(End of this chapter)