Chapter 257 Awakening

As night fell, soldiers and horses were still running around in the capital. The armored man held the blade in one hand and held the torch in the other hand to check the traces of the Khitan assassin.

When the state governments received the imperial edict sent by the fast horse and whip, the whole city was on guard. Songzhou City outside Bianliang did not dare to neglect it. Heavy soldiers were sent to guard at the gate. On the street, there were torches, and from time to time, there were rude shouts and scolding of soldiers.

The gate of the city was about to close, and the soldiers guarding the city were also relieved. The Khitans dared to go to Bianliang City to assassinate the officials. This kind of thing made people angry, but they could stab the officials in many forbidden armies, and also hit more than a dozen court ministers, and retreated all over. Such a powerful role, even if they want to capture and kill them, they have the intention. Powerless.

Many times, it is widely used to spread rumors. In the end, it is far from the truth. This is the magic of rumors.

Nothing happened when I was on duty, and it was almost time to change shifts. The soldiers at the gate couldn't help but think about where to have two drinks. At this time, there was a sound of carriages and horses in the distance. When they looked up, dozens of carriages came over.

"What kind of person!"

I saw the vehicle of 'Jiushantang' in Songzhou City at this time, but the leading lieutenant still came forward and shouted harshly. Hearing the sound, the first car got off a chubby man in a snow-green robe with a smile on his face.

"This adult, the villain is a deacon of 'Jiushantang'. The medicinal materials in the city are running out, so the owner sent a small one out of the city to buy some. I hope you can accommodate it."

"Huh, buy medicinal herbs? Why did you leave the city so late? It shouldn't be a Tibetan prisoner in the car!"

"Your Excellency, how dare you hide a small criminal? Our 'Jiushantang' is doing our own business. Don't scare the small one."

The lieutenant ignored the deacon who looked like Maitreya and kept laughing and saluted. He waved to people to search the vehicle, and casually wanted to lift the curtain of the last car, but was stopped by the fat deacon who came up quickly.

"Alas, adults can't see this. The car is a dead star of Kefu. Now he is also seriously ill and has no money to treat him. Our boss showed compassion, so he let the villain take him out of the city and stay in the countryside to find a good place to live."

Hearing this, the captain's hand obviously paused, but he still picked up the corner of the curtain and glanced at the dark carriage. Sitting on a pale-faced woman who looked like a wronged ghost, he was so scared that he quickly put his hand down and coughed a few times to hide his embarrassment.

"Your Excellency, it's better not to look at it," the fat deacon said as he took out a silver ingot from his sleeve and stuffed it into the captain's hand.

The latter looked down and then held it in his hand. He felt the weight of the silver ingot, and a smile appeared at the corners of his mouth. Then he shouted at the soldier who was still searching, "Okay, let it go!"

With his order, the soldiers dispersed. The fat deacon smiled and thanked him again, and then greeted the convoy to go out of the city.

It was getting darker and darker, and the motorcade came to a small village. The fat deacon changed his previous smile, jumped out of the carriage, went straight to the back of the motorcade, and coldly lost a small piece of silver to the young man who was driving.

"Chen Qi, let's rush to Chengjia Town first. You can find a place to throw it away with this disaster. If it doesn't work well, don't come back."

After saying that, he got into the carriage arrogantly, and the rest of the people also looked at the dull sackcloth young man, full of gloating.

Soon, the whip kept sound, and the motorcade went away to the flying dust. The simple giggling on the face of the sackcloth young man gradually disappeared. He looked around carefully and then asked in a low voice, "Little master, they are all gone. Then Ye Lvxian is really abominable to humiliate the little master like this."

The words were full of resentment, but there was still silence in the carriage behind him. After a long time, there was a faint sigh, "Go back to Beijing."

Hearing this, the driver took the order and did not dare to say more. Later, he raised the whip and drove quickly to the north. He penetrated into the dark fog and finally disappeared.

In the Zichen Hall, the lights swayed. Zhao Guangyi stood in front of the wall painted with the Khitan topographic map. He looked at this map almost every day, looking at the Sixteen states of Youyun, and at the Shangjing City, which was trampled by the Song Dynasty Iron Horse in the dream night. He couldn't help clenching his fist and smashing it fiercely.

Although there are assassins and spies in each of the two countries, they are so blatantly assassinated by the other side. As a generation of emperors, how can they swallow this breath?

"I'm going to send troops to fight against Khitan."

There is no doubt about it, but after saying that, he turned his head and looked to one side, where there stood Pu, the Duke of Qi, who did not ask about the affairs of the court all day long.

"The old minister feels that the time has not come."

Hearing this sentence, Zhao Guangyi frowned. This is not the same as what he said in the day. Indeed, the time is immature at present. After the return of the Northern Han Dynasty, the Song Dynasty has not moved the blade for three years. He unloaded his armor and returned to the field and released the horse to Nanshan. The people's hearts are gradually stabilized and rushed to the north. I'm afraid that there will be complaints from the people.

After all, no emperor can remember the word 'poor soldier'.

More importantly, this battle must consume a lot of grain and fodder. The household department has long been overstretched. Although the transportation of the southern Fujian Sea and the investigation of cults have brought back more than 2 million taels of silver, no one knows how long this can last.

"How long will it take?"

After the silence, Zhao Guangyi asked in a low voice, staring at Wang Pu, trying to get a clear answer from his mouth.

"The officials did not say anything, and the ministers were angry. It was rumored that the Khitan was only brutal. In a month or two, the government and the opposition must be willing to rise up and kill their sons. At that time, the Khitan went south to plunder, and it was the time when resentment broke out. As for the silver two, at that time, taxes were paid all over the country, which could solve the urgent need.

Hearing the words, the light flashed in Zhao Guangyi's eyes, "That's how I planned, Khitan, one day you will submit to my feet!"

Another day passed in Hanlin Medical Hospital. Zhang Po, the official sent the servant in blue, and he sat weakly on the wooden chair on the backrest.

What kind of person is Yang Jing?

Although he was seriously injured because he was a rescue driver, he was a lecturer in the East Palace, and he was not just a five-grade Hanlin official, but it was because of him that the threshold, which was very deserted these days, was almost trampled.

Wang Jien, the close servant of the official family, has been here several times. The close servant of the prince of the East Palace comes in the morning every day, and the sun is almost on duty when he comes to the medical hospital. There is also the princess Jinhua, who will also arrive every day, and the rest can't be counted. There are the king of Qi, the king of Yan, the official minister, the bachelor Hanlin, Zhao Taibao...

Which of these characters is not a powerful minister in the court?

The face of the many scholars who came to the lowest status every day was full of piety. They inquired about Yang Yanzhao's injury. When they learned that it had improved, they all looked happy. It seemed that Yang Yanzhao was extremely important in their hearts.

"Alas..."

With a sigh, Zhang Po rubbed his forehead and no longer thought about these troubles. He just hoped that Lord Yang, who touched countless people's hearts, could recover and leave as soon as possible.

In the room, in the wooden barrel, the boiled soup was bubbling, and the water vapor was mixed with the bitter taste of herbs. The haggard-faced Luo's woman sat aside. Perhaps she was too tired to lean against the bucket and doze off.

Suddenly, with a soft sound, the night wind blew in, which made Luo's daughter get up immediately. When she turned her head, she saw Guo Huai in night clothes.

"Brother Guo."

These days, at night, Guo Huai will sneak into the Hanlin Medical Hospital to investigate Yang Yan and Showa's eight sisters, and send elixirs to heal their wounds.

As in the past few days, Guo Huai asked about Yang Yanzhao's reaction. While listening, he took his pulse. Although his medical skills were not as good as Luo's daughter, at least he had studied the scriptures left by Xue Jia. In addition, he also learned elixirs, so he was more assertive than Luo's daughter.

After some investigation, Guo Huai carried a true breath and slowly injected it into Yang Yanzhao's body. Under the hazy water vapor, the latter's semi-naked upper body light flashed, swam around his body, and finally disappeared in Dantian.

Then, Guo Huai took out a brocade bag from his arms, took out a pill with fragrance from it, put it into Yang Yanzhao's mouth, stretched out his fingers, scratched down his throat, and sent the elixir to Dantian with true qi.

After doing this, Guo Huai breathed a sigh of relief and said in a low voice, "The pulse in Yan Zhao's body is much more stable. I think I can wake up when I don't see him."

After saying that, she pushed the door and walked out. The Luo girl naturally followed closely and walked into the next room. Ba Mei's thin body was soaked in the soup made by herbs, and the exhaust was guarded aside.

After doing the same thing, Guo Huai's thick eyebrows frowned. Seeing him like this, Luo's daughter was also anxious. Since the blood transfusion, Yang Yanzhao's situation has gradually improved, but the pulse of the eighth sister is still very weak.

"The fish is weak and loses too much blood. I'm afraid he will have other diseases when he wakes up..."

Hearing this, Luo's girl's face suddenly turned pale. Although she had secretly thought about it before, she then suppressed this terrible idea. Now, she learned from Guo Huai that her heart suddenly became confused and immediately asked, "Brother Guo, what will happen to Yuer?"

Slap her lips, Guo Huai was silent, which made Luo's daughter even more uneasy. If the fish had a long and two short, she would blame herself and feel guilty for the blood transfusion in her life.

"Fishes have been practicing martial arts since childhood, and their meridians are stronger than ordinary people, but if they lose too much blood, I'm afraid they will also have the disease of cold and weakness, and this cultivation is probably difficult to improve..."

On the one hand, Luo's girl's face suddenly turned pale, and her weakness and illness were exactly what she was worried about. The exhausting almost fell to the ground. She and the eighth sister were sisters. She knew that not practicing martial arts was undoubtedly more uncomfortable than death for the young lady who loved to dance guns and sticks.

Looking at the beautiful and lovely face under the water mist, Luo's eyes couldn't help but turn red, while Guo Huai shook his head gently, got up, and soon disappeared into the night.

Autumn is gradually rising. In a blink of an eye, it is the end of September. The green in Bianliang City has receded. In Hanlin Medical Hospital, Luo's daughter looked up at the few light-leaved apricot trees outside the window. Her expression was a little gloomy, but unconsciously, it was already autumn.

Turning his head, Yang Yanzhao still closed his eyes and soaked in soup for more than half a month. His pulse was much more stable, but he didn't know when he would wake up.

"Sister Luo, is Liulang better today?"

The crisp voice sounded, and Luo's daughter came to her senses, but saw that Chai Qingyun had walked to the window. These days, it was a little inconvenient to be a princess. Naturally, she could not stay to take care of Yang Yanzhao. She could only come to visit her early every morning.

Opening the door, Luo's woman's face was sad and did not say anything. Chai Qingyun saw it and couldn't help sighing. He stepped forward, looked at Yang Yanzhao carefully, took out the handkerchief in his arms, and gently wiped the sweat on his forehead.

After talking, the second woman went to the next door to visit Ba Mei. After a while, the little medicine boy in the medical hospital came with the soup made of herbs. After a burst of confusion, after changing the water in the wooden barrel, the little medicine boy's cheeks were full of sweat.

He wiped his sleeves randomly and was about to leave, but he saw that the throat of the person in the bucket seemed to be squirming. Perhaps because of the water mist, the little medicine boy quickly rubbed his eyes and moved forward. Later, an exclamation came from his mouth, "Lord Yang woke up!"