I am rich in martial arts, but choose culture to win

The snow is still pattering non-stop, I am afraid that the crops will be frozen to death.

This year's North China is likely to be another disaster year!

Li Lianying is also the son of a farmer in Northern Zhili. Although he doesn't know what bacteria are and what is pest control, he still understands these simple agricultural knowledge.

But the nobles in the palace don't understand.

Two days ago, Alut asked him to draw a picture of "Silk and Bamboo under the Snow", and asked Lafayette to see it and scolded him head and face.

Ever since Alut entered the palace, the Empress Dowager was also promoted from a young Buddha to an old Buddha.

Lafayette might not like this snow, Li Lianying knew that she just didn't like Arut.

Lafayette fought hard all his life, except for the late emperor and that little uncle who got in the way, he was never disobeyed by anyone.

Oh, right.

Li Lianying peeked into the depths of the curtain secretly from the corner of her eye.

There was another person there, and there was nothing Lafayette could do if he tried his best.

Only when facing that man, Lafayette is not Lafayette, but a little Bodhisattva.

These are the secrets among the secrets in the palace, and no more than five fingers know about them, so Li Lianying will naturally rot them in her stomach.

In short, Long Live, who has always been submissive, contradicted Lafayette on such a major event as the post-election.

Instead of setting up the Fucha family that Lafayette loved, he set up the foxy son of the Alut family.

This made Lafayette uncomfortable.

Every now and then, Lafayette would beat and scold Arut.

Long live God is not persuading or helping.

This time I was in a hurry, I didn't catch it in one breath, coughed up a big mouthful of blood, and fell seriously ill.

Lord Long Live is weak in body.

If Zhu Fugui has a copper head and iron bones, and a bangbang hard body, then the Long Live Lord is like melting wax, which will soften when touched.

This time I can't afford to be sick, and the weather is cold, so I'm afraid it won't get better in a short while.

And Lord Long Live has no heirs...

Speaking of which, Zhu Fugui has no heirs either.

But Zhu Fugui shot Lincoln and kicked the lion, no matter how you look at it, it is a scourge of longevity.

I'm afraid that our Lord Qianlong's records can't stop him.

And our Long Live Lord...

Thinking of this, Li Lianying couldn't help feeling sad for the Qing Dynasty, which had internal and external troubles.

It's not that his little Lizi is so loyal, but that he is worried about his job.

Li Lianying had already inquired about it, and that Baoming actually abolished the eunuch system, and stipulated that since the second year of Dewu, it was illegal to castrate others or self-castrate, and the court would not use eunuchs.

Except for the last factory in Ming Dynasty.

Upon hearing such news, Li Lianying was furious.

This is a violation of the ancestral system!

The good things passed down from the ancestors were all ruined by those smart dogs.

And you said that they are not allowed to be castrated, Li Lianying can still understand.

You can't eunuch yourself, what the hell is this?

My own little bird, can't I let it go?

Is there still freedom?

Is there still a king's law?

As for the "Da Ming Times" saying that "absolute freedom will inevitably lead to the exploitation of the weak by the strong", Li Lianying couldn't understand what the hell it meant.

All he knew was that even if he wanted to vote, he couldn't afford it.

Subconsciously, he raised his eyes and looked in the direction of Meishan.

Li Lianying felt that when the time came, would she have to follow Wang Chengen's example and hang herself with her master?

probably not.

Chongzhen was desperate for face.

Our little Bodhisattva is a clever little ghost, and he will not be trapped in a lonely city.

While thinking wildly, Li Lianying suddenly took the stove cover with her sleeve, and the brass cover fell to the ground, making a crisp ding-dong sound.

"Little plum—"

A young woman's lazy voice came from the room, which made Li Lianying shiver.

"Damn the slave, the slave doesn't know the severity of his hands and feet, and disturbed Lafayette's rest!"

Li Lianying fell to her knees, not daring to raise her head.

In the past, when Lafayette took a nap at noon, Li Lianying always waited on him.

While kneading Lafayette's forehead, he recited Buddhist scriptures, so that Lafayette could fall asleep.

It's just that now, Lafayette seems to prefer that Dr. Xing's bedside.

Li Lianying felt that Dr. Xing must be very good at serving people, and wanted to learn it secretly more than once, but there was no chance.

Soon Cixi's voice came from the room again: "It's not your servant's fault, it's Aijia who woke up, come and change Aijia's clothes!"

"twitter!"

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Li Lianying always feels that Lafayette's temper has improved a lot recently.

If in the past, it would have been light for ordinary court ladies and eunuchs to directly kill her with a stick if they disturbed her rest, even a confidant eunuch like myself would not be able to avoid the pain of flesh and blood.

Trotting all the way, Li Lianying ran into the back room.

I saw that Dr. Xing was no longer there, and he must have gone to the side room through the back door.

Looking at her master again, Li Lianying's hairs stood on end.

I saw Lafayette, ah no, it was the little Bodhisattva, her hair was disheveled, her clothes were disheveled, and on her exposed shoulders, there were lines of hemp rope printing and red marks of unknown meaning...

This is how the same thing?

Li Lianying didn't dare to think about it, nor did she dare to ask.

As if nothing happened, Li Lianying began to help the master comb and change clothes.

Xingzhen nodded in satisfaction.

Sure enough, only Eunuch Li is the most reliable at this time.

While fiddling with the headdress in front of the mirror, she asked casually: "Xiao Lizi, um, has the emperor ever gone to the ground?"

"Go back to Lafayette, not yet!"

Li Lianying replied truthfully, "The imperial doctors in the imperial hospital are waiting in turn. The imperial doctors said that the evil wind has entered the body of the Lord Long Live, and he will have to take care of it for a long time. But they also said that the key to the Lord Long Live is the depression of the heart. Falling ill, the so-called heart disease needs to be treated with heart medicine..."

"Humph!"

Xingzhen snorted coldly, and Li Lianying hurriedly fell to the ground again to plead guilty.

But Xingzhen said: "The Ai family is not angry with you, but the son of the Ai family who does not live up to expectations! It's all right if he is a jerk, if he has a temper like the Ai family, how can he be manipulated by a vixen? dead?"

Although the Holy Mother, the Empress Dowager and the Emperor are mother and son, their relationship has been at odds since they were young, and with the matter of becoming a queen, it has become more and more estranged.

Even compared to the biological mother, the emperor is closer to the Empress Dowager Ci'an, which is almost a well-known fact in the palace.

But how could Li Lianying dare to answer such words, so she could only continue to tremble, pretending that she hadn't heard anything.

At this time, there was a rush of footsteps outside the door.

Li Lianying hurriedly bowed and retreated.

After a while, he ran in again, and said with a panicked expression: "Qi Lafayette, someone from the Hall of Mental Cultivation just now said that Lord Long Live's body is getting hotter and hotter, and he is talking nonsense... The medical officer on duty at the Tai Hospital is not sure." Dare to be assertive, I have already hired someone... said that ten people are needed to plan the plan, and reconsider the formula..."

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The Hall of Mental Cultivation is only half a cup of tea away from Chuxiu Palace.

But even if she wants to visit her son, Cixi will not leave behind the basic guard of honor.

So when she arrived at the Hall of Mental Cultivation, all the imperial physicians from the Imperial Hospital had already arrived.

Seeing the emperor is definitely a chore.

In addition to the high risk of the profession itself, the ancient emperors were short-lived, and a small part of the reason was that they were cured to death by the imperial physician.

This is not to say that the level of imperial physicians is not good, but that they are forced by objective conditions.

Since ancient times, medicine has been divided into three parts. To deal with severe diseases, it is natural to use strong medicine.

But treating the emperor is not the case.

No matter how serious the disease is, the medicine prescribed by the imperial physician is always stable.

Do not seek success, but seek no fault.

It can even be said that many times the emperor is about to return home, and the imperial physicians only dare to prescribe some warming and conditioning medicine.

After all, the emperor can die of illness, but he must not be killed by medicine.

In a sense, this kind of inaction actually put the emperor to death.

But all walks of life are separated by mountains, and patients and their families do not know.

Show the medical prescription to other medical officers, and they will definitely not be able to find fault.

It's like a few years ago, because of the sharp conflict between doctors and patients in China, many high-risk and high-yield life-saving surgeries were simply not performed.

The hospital is not responsible for the death due to illness, and at most they will be scolded as quack doctors a few times.

But if the patient dies on the operating table, it will be countless troubles.

The pressure on the shoulders of imperial doctors is much greater than this.

So much so that they dare not take the slightest risk.

The emperor thought that he had received the best medical treatment, but in fact, sometimes it was not as good as the rich folks.

Of course, the warming and tonic decoction they prescribed can at least replenish water and have a placebo effect.

After all, those doctors in the West who poured mercury, bled the king, pulled out teeth, and pulled out nails were better.

But this is not enough to cure Tongzhi today.

"The minister is incompetent, the disease of Long Live Lord cannot be cured by medicine..."

The imperial physicians fell to their knees in unison.

The son is a wimp, and Alut and others are crying and crying, which makes Cixi feel even more upset.

She sat on a soft chair near the brazier, waved her hand and said, "You all go out to Aijia, Wang Yuanzheng, you stay here."

Since the fifth year of Tongzhi, Tai Hospital has been simplified into five departments: Dafangmai, Xiaofangmai, Surgery, Ophthalmology, and Oral Dentistry.

Before that, there were women, ulcers, typhoid fever, acupuncture, bone setting, pox, and delay.

In the later generations with advanced information, many people don't know which department of the hospital sees what disease, and for Cixi, it is even more confusing.

She only knew that Wang Yuan was the leader of the imperial physician, the most highly respected doctor, and the level of medical treatment she had treated her before was really good, and "Da Fangmai" seemed to be a professional counterpart, so she kept him.

This is the same as the mentality of patients who hang up the old dean's expert account.

But in fact, Wang Yuanzheng is actually a department of gynecology, but the department of gynecology was included in the "Dafangmai" three years ago.

To put it simply, Cixi initiated a consultation with a gynecologist about Tongzhi's condition.

Wang Yuan was breaking out in a cold sweat.

Although medicine at this time is not as clear-cut as it is in later generations, with a meticulous division of labor.

But the only thing he is good at is really gynecology!

Or obstetrics and gynecology.