First Lady of the Crown Prince

  Chapter 275 Tyrant (one more)

  The place where Gu Jiao visited today was in a three-in house in the east of the city. The master in her family was a man who taught in a nearby college. His wife’s family had a little family background, so the family background was pretty good.

  The patient this time is their eldest son, who is 20 years old this year. He has just passed the exam this year. The family is very happy, but unfortunately contracted a bad illness a few days ago.

  They sent people to a nearby medical clinic, but they were turned away, saying that it was smallpox and let them be treated at home.

The   medicine was prescribed medicine, but they didn’t get better after taking it for a few days. I heard a student from the college said that Miaoshoutang’s medical skills are good, and their dead horses were treated as live horse doctors.

  I didn’t know it was a doctor girl.

  The couple are very disappointed.

  Gu Jiao has been practising medicine for so long, and she has become accustomed to this kind of vision. There is no female doctor in Zhaoguo, and the status of medical women is low. It is by no means that she can subvert a few accidents by rescuing her.

  Simply, she did not intend to be a great man.

  Gu Jiao entered the house.

  Everyone is here, and it's always good for the couple not to let them be treated.

  The mental state of that talent is not very good. Lying on the bed is a little panic and irritable. Judging from his symptoms: fever, headache, pimples...it is indeed similar to smallpox.

  But after careful diagnosis, Gu Jiao found that it was not.

   "It's allergic rash." Gu Jiao said.

  This is considered a severe allergy. It is not easy to survive today. Many severe allergies can cause shock or suffocation. It can only be said that the life of this talent is really big.

  Gu Jiao took a few tablets of loratadine from the small medicine box, put them in a porcelain bottle, and handed them to the couple: “Once a day, one tablet at a time, swallow with warm water. After eating, the hospital will return to the clinic.”

   "This, this is over?" The woman looked at the small medicine bottle in her hand and opened her mouth in disbelief, "But they said it was smallpox."

Gu Jiao said: "He has mild cold and allergic rash. At first glance, he does look like smallpox, but he is really not. Don't worry about it. No allergic rash is not a minor illness, and it can be fatal at any time. This time he was lucky, and he must pay attention to it in the future. What happened to him before he did this?"

"He..." the woman recalled carefully, and said, "I ate a peach that day, and in the afternoon I started to say that I was uncomfortable. I didn't care too much. As the peach hair stuck to him, I asked him to wash it. The bath seemed to be better, and it got worse the next day."

  Gu Jiao has no test strips for testing allergens for the time being, so she can only try to keep the patient away from peaches: "Don't let him touch peaches in the future."

   "Ah, good, good." The woman responded.

  She is a little doctor girl, but why is she inexplicably convincing when she says it?

  Don't care, but other doctors can't cure his son, so I can only try this little doctor's method first.

  The woman came into the house to give medicine to her son.

  The third son received the consultation fee, the consultation fee was two taels of silver, and the medicine fee was one taels of silver.

  This is at the feet of the emperor, and this charge is already very conscientious.

  Gu Jiao came out of the house with a small basket on her back, and got on the carriage.

  After receiving the consultation fee, the third son sat in the outer car seat and said to Gu Jiao: "Miss Gu, are we going back?"

  Gu Jiao nodded: "Well, let's go back."

  Nothing else.

   "Oh, great!" The little third son grabbed the whip and drove the carriage smoothly.

  It didn’t take long for the carriage to leave. Suddenly a few men rushed on horseback. They were so fast that they didn’t care about the people in the street.

  The people evaded in a hurry, but there was still an old man with a burden who couldn't avoid it. His burden was knocked over and the people fell to the ground.

  The culprit didn't even look back, and went away.

  The old man fell on the side of the road for a while and could not get up.

  This matter naturally caused a sigh.

  A young man from other places spoke, and he asked the guy who came out to watch the excitement next to him: "This man, isn't this at the feet of the emperor? How can anyone dare to ride the horse like this?"

  Guy said: "You don't know this? Didn't you see the clothes they were wearing?"

  The young man said: "It's too fast, I didn't pay attention."

  The guy looked at the back of a few people away, and said: "That's from the Marshal's Mansion."

  "Marshal's Mansion?" The young man frowned. Obviously, he hadn't been in Beijing soon, and he didn't know the situation in Beijing.

  The man explained patiently: “It was originally the Hussar General of the Hushan Camp. Only a few days ago, he was named the General Marshal of the World Soldiers and Horses. Those people are members of the Marshal’s Mansion.”

  The youth questioned: "Is it so arrogant?"

  The guy was busy with a silent gesture: "Shh, you can't talk nonsense about this, it must be that they are in a hurry, otherwise it won't be the case."

  What is urgent? Almost killed in the street.

Everyone understands that this is just a pretext, but no one has the courage to expose the truth in the street-the hussar general surnamed Tang is the confidant of the Queen Mother, and the first thing she does is to promote him to become a soldier of the world. The General Marshal, arrogantly divided the military power of Xuan Pinghou.

"Sister, the people in Tang Mansion are too much!" In a teahouse facing the street, the purple-clothed girl said to the Taoist aunt opposite, "This is not the first time they bullied people! In Liuxiang earlier, I saw a Tang mansion Someone beat a citizen, saying that the citizen owed the money from the Tang Mansion, but if he owed money, he couldn't beat it like that!"

  Tao aunt did not speak, but took a sip of tea quietly.

  The purple-clothed girl lay on the table, approached her, and whispered: "Sister, you said...Is that rumor true?"

  Taogu glanced at her: "What rumors?"

   Purple-clothed girl: "It's... Marshal Tang is the illegitimate son of the empress dowager."

  Taogu looked at her coldly: "Is it too long to live?"

  The purple-clothed girl stuck her tongue out, a little deterred by her elder sister, but she still boldly said: "I heard that the Queen Mother almost married the Princess Ning'an, Princess Jing, back then."

  The Taoist aunt pushed her sister back to her seat, glanced at the noisy street, and said: "Zijuan, go help that old man and buy all his tea."

   "Yes!" The little maid on the side bowed and responded. She was about to go downstairs when she heard Taoist aunt say, "Forget it, no need, someone has already gone."

  The little maid and the purple-clothed girl looked at the fallen old man at the same time, and saw a Tsing Yi girl walking past the crowd, came to him, and helped him up.

   "Ah, elder sister! It's her!" The purple-clothed girl recognized Gu Jiao, "Zingzongzongzong...the one who gave the best hairpin!"

  No, it was Sanding Jia who gave her hairpins!

  ‘\'Why is she here? ’’

  The purple-clothed girl still misses the champion of the new subject, and she will think of this woman who was treated differently by the champion of the new subject.

  Obviously, she didn’t look good, but after the hairpin, her appearance and dress became popular in Beijing, and she even touched a small flower on her face.

   Taoist aunt looked at Gu Jiao and muttered, "Yes, it's really destined."

  Gu Jiao helped the old man up and bought him a pound of tea. Perhaps the people around him felt that the behavior of just standing by and watching was not as good as a little girl, and under their shame, they also bought the old man’s tea.

  A basket of tea bags was sold out.

   "Thank you girl, thank you girl!" The old man bowed his hands and thanked him excitedly.

  Gu Jiao turned to the carriage.

  Until the carriage disappeared at the end of the street, the Taoist girl slowly looked back.

  Gu Jiao gave the tea she bought to the little third son, and then returned to Bishui Hutong.

  Gu Yan and Gu Xiaoshun haven’t returned yet, Xiao Jingkong went to the grandpa’s side, and in the stove room was the maid cooking.

  Xiao Liulang plunged into the study without even noticing Gu Jiao pushing the door.

  It is rare for him to have such a trance, Gu Jiao walked over and found him drawing pictures.

   "What is this?" Gu Jiao asked.

  The light in the room was a bit dim, so she got closer to see the drawing.

  When Xiao Liulang heard the sound, her forehead was close at hand, and the warm breath intertwined with his breath.

  Xiao Liulang's heart suddenly jumped, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he felt that he should avoid it, but he still didn't move.

   "Arithmetic." Xiao Liulang said, "I am cutting a circle."

   "Cut the circle? Do you want to count the ancestral rate?" Gu Jiao is actually not sure whether this space-time calls the ancestral rate of Pi.

  "Do you know Zulu?" Xiao Liulang was surprised. Even if she understood that she had a lot of secrets, but he didn't know there were so many secrets, he still knew Zulu.

Hearing that it was really Zulu, Gu Jiao understood that this time and space also had overlapping parts with the time and space she was in, such as Pi. Originally, Liu Hui calculated it to four decimal places and called it Huiz. Later, Master Zu took it. Counting to seven decimal places is called Zurate.

  Among them, Liu Hui in the Wei and Jin dynasties used the circumcision technique. No matter where the time and space of the ancestors of the Southern and Northern Dynasties, the decoration technique was lost, otherwise Xiao Liulang should use the technique at this time.

  Cutting circle is a method of infinitely approximating the area of ​​a circle with the area of ​​a regular polygon inscribed in a circle, and then calculating the circumference of the circle.

  Liu Hui started from the hexagon in the circle, cut to 3,072, and finally reached the four-digit micro (small) number between 1415 and 1416.

  The amount of calculation is huge and terrible. If you use calculus, it will be much faster.

  Gu Jiao didn’t change her face and said, "I heard a female student say."

  Women’s School also has arithmetic classes, so Xiao Liulang is not clear about what it is.

  However, he knew that Gu Jiao was extremely smart, and if he had heard it, he might not forget it.

  Gu Jiao said again: "Why did you suddenly think of counting this? Is it the homework of the Hanlin Academy?"

   "No." Xiao Liulang shook his head. He hesitated for a moment, and he still told Xiao Jingkong's affairs with his grandson, mainly because he wanted to verify whether Xiao Jingkong's ancestor rate and those arithmetic problems were taught to him by Gu Jiao.

  As for Master Sun's crying and betting, he skipped the matter, only that he discussed the ancestral rate in harmony with each other.

  Gu Jiao let out a cry and shook her head.

  She did teach small headroom arithmetic, but she hadn’t taught those questions, and she hadn’t even touched Zulu.

  "Will he carry such a long ancestor rate?" Gu Jiao was surprised.

  Xiao Liulang called Xiaojingkong in.

When Xiao Jingkong saw Gu Jiao, he almost thought that the bad brother-in-law had secretly accused him. Seeing Gu Jiao's expression as usual, he quietly relaxed.

  Xiao Liulang said: "You can recite the ancestral rate that you memorized in front of Master Sun again."

  Xiao Jingkong honestly recites it again.

  Xiao Liulang: "I don't know if it's right, so I have to count it."

  The average person would never believe that Xiaojingkong is right, because there are only seven microdigits in the book, but he recites seventeen.

  Xiao Liulang did not immediately deny the small headroom.

  It's not that he thinks the small headroom is right, but he can't prove that the small headroom is wrong.

  He will not rely on his own age and study for more than ten years to suppress others with his identity.

   A scolding may quell the child, but that is not because the child is convinced, but because the child has given up the desire for knowledge.

  Gu Jiao understands that Xiao Jingkong is completely correct.

   "Who taught you?" Gu Jiao asked.

   "I read it in the book." Xiao Jingkong said.

   "What book? Can you show it to us?" Gu Jiao asked again.

  "Of course!" The little headroom ran out, flipped through his pile of small tatters, and found a book with a yellow curled edge.

  Show the booklet to Gu Jiao, "Jiaojiao, here!"

  Gu Jiao took the booklet and looked through it with Xiao Liulang.

   only glanced at them, and the two were stunned.

Gu Jiao was stunned because she saw familiar words and formulas, and Xiao Liulang was stunned because he saw patterns and words that he didn't understand. At the same time, under these weird words and patterns, another type was used. The text is annotated.

   is the language of Yan Guo.

  No wonder Xiao Jingkong can understand a little bit. He is learning Yan Mandarin recently.

  It’s just weird, how could he have a book from Yan Guo?

   and--

  Xiao Liulang turned to the last page, saw a big seal on it, took a breath!

  Will this be Yan Guo’s credential?

  The country of Yan is the most powerful country in the six countries, but who would have thought that it was just a country decades ago?

   Suddenly one day, a powerful national teacher came to the country of Yan. He brought six great classics. It is because of the secrets in the classics that the country of Yan has sprung up like bamboo shoots after a rain.

  The treatment of leprosy is also from classics.

  Finally, these six classics were designated as national books and were kept in the Yan State Palace, guarded by hundreds of masters day and night.

  If this book is true, is the one in the palace of Yan Kingdom false?

  Should be impossible, right? After all, Jingkong is just a little monk who can be dizzy.

  Gu Jiao doesn’t know what Chinese books are not, but she can conclude that the simplified characters and high-number formulas in this book are not owned by this time and space.

  Could it be that there are other cross-seniors here?

  (End of this chapter)