A scholar of Zhenguan in the Tang Dynasty

Li Tai's biological mother was the queen of the first dynasty, would the empress grandson dare to rule by herself?If he accidentally killed someone and gave Li Tai a careless mother, he would probably be chopped up by Li Shimin and even the entire royal family.

I heard from the old man that Empress Changsun suffered from a shortness of breath, similar to asthma?Respiratory and lung problems?

"Does your mother often have chest tightness, and sometimes she can't breathe at all?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Li Tai nodded vigorously.

"I can try, at most it can make the situation better, but it is difficult to cure." Gu Qing said: "Does your sister also have this problem?"

"It is true that Lizhi also has this disease." Li Tai replied.

Congenital inheritance, this is what Gu Qing is worried about. It stands to reason that there is a probability of inheritance, for example, Li Tai does not.

If we go deeper, we will talk about genes.

Asthma is a physical problem, and the onset is often related to external incentives.

"I can try." Gu Qing said.

"Okay, okay." Li Tai forced a smile, "Tomorrow you will follow me into the palace to meet the empress, and today the empress and the emperor are discussing the matter of setting up a crown prince, so I'm afraid I don't have time to see you."

"I'll write a prescription first, you go back and try it." Gu Qing picked up the charcoal pen he made and wrote it based on his past memories. The diseases of breathing are mainly lungs and respiratory tracts.

The first thing Gu Qing thought of was rock sugar pears. There is no rock sugar in this day and age, so let's use sugarcane juice instead.

Li Tai took the prescription and looked at the words above and gasped: "Gu Qing, your words are so flamboyant, I think you should really practice your calligraphy."

"Hehe... I haven't written well since I was a child." Gu Qing shook his fan.

"Is this a prescription for you?" Li Tai looked surprised: "It's loquat and pear, you are clearly a recipe, and these things are not available in this season."

"The prescription is written in the back." Gu Qing pointed to the words crawling around with ants behind.

"Chuanbei, white fungus, coltsfoot, platycodon..." Li Tai looked at the prescription.

"As for the dosage and how to prepare it, you can just ask the imperial doctor, they know how to mix it." Gu Qing remembered that Sun Simiao was always acting weird when looking for the old man recently, so it's better not to bother him, "His Royal Highness, don't Come here with any money, and I will not be happy if I do this."

"That's fine, that's fine." Li Tai suddenly smiled, and then looked at the table beside him, his face suddenly stiffened, "Where are my silver cakes and money?"

Gu Qing patted his bulging clothes, and there was a jingle of bells and clangs as he walked, pushing Li Tai and saying, "His Royal Highness Wei Wang, walk slowly."

"Wait!" Li Tai thought of something.

"Let's go, the sky looks like it's going to go down." Gu Qing pushed him, and there was another jingle in his arms.

Walking out of the Taoist temple, Li Tai looked up at the clear sky and sighed, "Obviously he has all the abilities, why... why is he a desperate man for money!"

Chapter 42 Asking the Empress Changsun

Gu Qing came to Wu Mei with a lot of silver cakes and money in his arms, "Hurry up and hide it well, His Royal Highness the King of Wei treats money like dung and spoils us, so don't be polite, we should take it all."

"You really lost money." Wu Mei said.

The weather is fine today, the wind is clear and the sun is beautiful. When we arrive at the construction site, the skeleton of the house will start to be built after the foundation is laid. I saw the workers holding water belts and drinking wine, and hurried forward, "You can't drink while working."

Several workers looked at each other in blank dismay, "When did this kind of rule exist?"

"You were drunk while building the house, what if the pile falls and hits the workers." Gu Qing took their wine bags, "The rule here is that you can't drink while working."

Talking and smelling the wine in the bag, it was a kind of very weak rice wine, wondering if there was no spirits in the Tang Dynasty?Seems like a way to get rich.

"Master, what's wrong with you?" Several workers saw Gu Qing standing there motionless.

"Little master, why are your eyes shining again?"

"Hahaha!" Gu Qing laughed three times, "You are busy with your work! I am going to get rich, hahahahaha!"

Seeing Gu Qing laughing and leaving all the way, several workers shouted from behind, "Master, return the water bag to us, we won't drink anymore."

Taking some money from the Taoist temple, Gu Qing rode a little donkey to Chang'an, where blacksmiths were vigorously forging iron.

Seeing Gu Qing watching for a long time, the blacksmith said, "Does this young master want to forge iron?"

"I want an iron pot, a very big iron pot." Gu Qing nodded and said, "It's like a big iron pot like a steamer."

"Dare to ask the young master what size iron pot you want." The blacksmith asked.

Gu Qing looked at a huge millstone beside him, "It's just this big, it's as big as this millstone, how much money does it cost?"

"85 Wen." The blacksmith said.

Thinking that the price is a bit expensive, Gu Qing said again, "Cheaper."

The blacksmith smiled and said, "That's seventy yuan. Nowadays, pig iron is not easy to buy, and the officials are strict. How about the price, young master?"

"69 articles." Gu Qing said.

"Young master is really interesting." The blacksmith said, "It's only a penny short."

Gu Qing fanned himself vigorously, "A penny is not money, is it?"

"Okay, okay, okay!" The blacksmith nodded, "The young master will come to pick up the pot tomorrow, and I'll make it out tonight."

It's really boring to bargain. Gu Qing was walking on Chang'an Street, thinking of those old ladies who sold things a thousand years later, the bargaining was like scolding the street, and they would bite for a dollar. What to care about.

After several confirmations in Chang'an, there was indeed no spirits in the Tang Dynasty. Gu Qing was very excited when he returned to the Taoist temple, "Girl, we are going to make a fortune."

Wu Mei looked up at Gu Qing, puffed up her chest and said, "I'm no longer a girl."

Looking at Wu Mei's small chest, Gu Qing shook his head and said, "It's still flat."

Wu Meiqiong wrinkled her nose and grabbed the soft flesh of Gu Qing's waist.

"It hurts..." Gu Qing was in pain.

Let go of Gu Qingwu and said with her hands on her hips, "Don't think about your getting rich, the children in the village are almost becoming child prodigies."

"How did you become a child prodigy?" Gu Qing was surprised.

While drying the clothes, Wu Mei said, "It's not your multiplication table, now those children can count things in the blink of an eye, and they all ask if there is smoke from the ancestral graves in this area. My family also sent people over, and I also want to have a Taoist priest named Li Chunfeng."

"Li Chunfeng!?" Gu Qing emphasized his tone.

"Really?" Wu Mei breathed hard into her palms, her hands were red from washing clothes, "Then Li Chunfeng was driven crazy by your multiplication table. He has been studying mathematics for many years. A group of children compare things with each other." He's quick enough, can you tell me he's not crazy?"

Looking at Wu Mei's red hands, Gu Qing came to the room and took out the only two warm babies from the backpack, "This can make you warmer."

"What is this?" Wu Mei held it in her hand.