I was a prince in ancient times

The end of the year is approaching, and too many things happened this year, so the second half of the year will be a little more stable, and all aspects of the Yong Dynasty are also developing on the positive side. Originally, the people of the imperial capital this year can also have a good year in peace and stability, and there is no need to be like last year. Like panic.

Unexpectedly, the assassination of Prince Chen by Crazy Horse happened during the day and night. Now Princess Chen is seriously ill, and the gate of Prince Chen's mansion has not been opened for several days.

A group of people in the imperial capital who were preparing for the new year with great interest suddenly felt that this year had become dull.

Even if the emperor can maintain today's peace, in the past year, all depended on the king.

If there is no gunpowder from King Chen, the iron hooves of the Grassland Department may have leveled the imperial capital by now.

Without the cement of King Chen, the road outside the city of the imperial capital would still be as muddy as before, and business would not be as prosperous as it is now.

I heard that next year the imperial court will join forces with several princes to promote a plant called cotton.

According to gossip, that cotton is warmer than furs, and it can be made into clothes and bedding. If it can be planted, it will not take a few years for ordinary people like them to use it.

Then when it comes to winter, you will no longer be afraid of the cold winter, and how many people can be saved from freezing to death.

These days, there is more hope every day, and it is all brought by King Chen.

The people below are all looking forward to the well-being of Prince Chen, and the relationship between Prince Chen and Princess Chen is good, and they are also looking forward to the well-being of Princess Chen.

Suddenly, it was heard that the princess was seriously ill, the Prince Chen was in a state of depression, even the gate of the palace was closed, and the imperial doctors came in and out every day, but they didn't get better.

The people were still thinking about celebrating the new year, and all of them went to the incense shop to buy cigarette paper money and went to the temple to pray for the princess.

Kechou cried, the shopkeeper of the incense shop, as long as Princess Chen is doing well, he would rather not make this money.

The entire imperial capital seemed to be shrouded in a dark cloud, oppressing people's hearts and making them feel suffocated, and there was no energy in doing anything.

The teams that came from all over the place to give New Year's gifts and tributes didn't even dare to breathe when they saw the imperial capital, which was several times more heavily guarded than in previous years.

Especially when walking through the street with a carriage, the people on both sides used a kind of gloomy gaze, scraping them back and forth over and over again, as if they were going to chop them into pieces Same.

In the winter, these gift-giving teams were covered with layers of cold sweat.

It was as if they had not come to the imperial capital, but a ghost city from hell.

The gift-giving team in Lingnan was exhausted from trekking mountains and rivers. When they entered the city, they were frightened by the people of the imperial capital. They were mentally disturbed and couldn't hold on. When they passed by a tea shop, they stopped to rectify, drink tea, and inquire about news.

"Shopkeeper, can I ask what happened to the imperial capital?" Chen Hui, the person in charge of Lingnan, drank tea in an ordinary tea shop, moistened his mouth, and asked the owner of the tea shop with a smile on his face.

Du Wen frowned when he heard his foreign accent, and didn't want to talk to him.

Chen Hui added winkingly, "I'm from Lingnan Prefecture. This time I came to Beijing to present tribute to His Majesty. Before I enter the palace, I want to get some information so that I won't offend Long Yan. .”

Du Wen saw that the other party took out the official waist card, stuffed it with a heavy ingot of silver, and reluctantly put it in his sleeve, and then he talked about the recent events in the imperial capital.

"Let's not talk about you outsiders now, even the natives of the imperial capital, who don't know each other, will inevitably receive a few cold looks."

Du Wen said with a sigh, why didn't he think about Princess Chen's well-being? This summer, it was precisely because of a mistake that he bought a bucket of ice from Wangfei's ice shop, and his wife had an idea to make secret brown sugar ice Tea, let their half-dead tea shop become the most prosperous tea shop among all the tea shops in the imperial capital in summer.

Even in winter, the business still hasn't subsided, making the family's life easier every day.

Now that Concubine Chen is critically ill, these small families are not qualified to visit the house, all they can do is to burn incense and worship Buddha in the temple, or pray a few words in their hearts, nothing else can be done.

After hearing this, Chen Hui asked in shock, "But the king who made the cement?"

"Exactly."

When Chen Hui heard this affirmative answer, his heart skipped a beat, his forehead sweated a lot, his appearance was even more indignant than Du Wen's, and he cursed with moist eyes, "Who did the murder to harm the prince and concubine? If the murderer is found , he must be quartered by five horses, hung on the city wall and exposed to the sun for a month, as a warning to others!"

Du Wen was frightened by his ferocious expression, and hurriedly asked, "Where did you say that, brother?"

Chen Hui wiped his eyes, and said slowly, "The store doesn't know something. Our Lingnan area is suffering. We are soaked in miasma all year round. Summer is miserable, and winter is bitter. However, it is rainy in summer, the rivers are blocked, and the torrents burst embankments. As is often the case, the people on both sides of the strait complain endlessly. The government builds the river every year, but it is not used every year. Manpower and material resources are consumed without any water splash. Many people are displaced. Chen Wang made cement."

Chen Hui became more and more enthusiastic about his talk, and he didn't notice that the guests around the teahouse were all calm and listening.

"The river embankment built with cement is indestructible. Walking on the embankment is like walking on flat ground. In previous years, the river embankment that would break away when it was washed away, has been held for an unprecedented time this year!" Chen Hui said with excitement in his eyes, and his lips trembled a little. , "How many years, our Lingnan has been soaking in the bitter water for so many years, and finally we see some hope."

"These were brought by Prince Chen. All the people in Lingnan are grateful to this prince. Lingnan has no good things, so the family collected a handful of pickles and pulled a dozen or so carriages full of them to bring them to Beijing." Chen Then she wiped away her tears again, "Who knows... Who knows that I heard such bad news."

There are many customers with shallow eye sockets around, and they also shed tears, "No, the princes and concubines are all very good people, remember the group of children who sold popsicles in the imperial capital in September, no, those children are all princesses He took in beggars, taught them to read and write, and taught them how to survive, who would want to kill such kind-hearted people.”

Hearing what this person said, many people were stunned. Yes, there seems to be a lot of beggars in the imperial capital this year, and I haven’t even heard of it in this winter. There are beggars who froze to death in front of that shop and scolded them for being unlucky. .

No one said it before, because no one cared about it. After hearing someone say it, everyone suddenly realized that these children were taken in by the princess, no wonder.

Someone interjected and asked, "How do you know that those beggar children were taken in by the princess?"

"The house rented by the concubine belongs to my family, how can I not know?" The man choked back, "The concubine is really kind, she teaches these children to be sensible and world-savvy, and even invited Mr. Xi to teach them how to read and write. If you are willing to learn, you will be able to stand out in the future.”

"Such a good man," this man said, and his expression became grim along with Chen Hui, "now he doesn't know whether he is alive or dead."

There are quite a few agreeable people nearby, and when the murderer is found out, no matter who it is, he must be eaten alive to vent their anger.

In the court hall, it was not peaceful either.

Because of the matter of Prince Chen, Princess Chen might really be dying. The emperor's eyes turned red day by day, and he lashed out several times, vowing to find out the perpetrator.

The court was solemn for a while, and everyone worked together, and finally found some clues.

The door of Meng Heyou's sleeping hall was ruthlessly pushed open by several guards with knives, and a group of guards stepped up from the peak and surrounded the group of prairie people.

A group of prairie maids were frightened and ran around, but they were all caught and held back with the knife rest on their necks, not daring to move any more.

"What are you doing?" Qian Cao asked unhurriedly when being held back by a knife, and then sneered, "It is said that Yongchao is a state of etiquette, and the state of etiquette treats guests with a knife around their necks of."

"To the guests, we must treat each other with courtesy, but to the enemy, don't blame us for facing each other with iron knives." Queen Ran Ruyan saw that the people inside had been controlled, and walked in slowly step by step.

Meng Heyou sat in front of the bronze mirror, lowered his head, neither spoke nor looked at Ran Ruyan.

Qian Cao calmly continued, "Maybe we were enemies once, but since the two countries have signed a truce agreement, our princess came to Yongchao with sincerity as a hostage, and you Yongchao can't bully people like this. Covenant."

"You are eloquent, but it's a pity that we are not the ones who want to tear up the alliance, but your Grassland Department." Ran Ruyan rolled her eyes at Qian Cao and sneered.

Qian Cao clenched her fists, her cheeks flushed, "Since we came to the imperial capital, we have been honest and honest, and we have never done anything to harm Yong Dynasty. How could we tear up the covenant? It is clear that you planted and slandered us!"

Ran Ruyan, "You've always been honest, would you use a crazy horse to harm Prince Chen, and make Princess Chen seriously ill?"

Qian Cao, "Qian Cao couldn't understand what the empress was talking about."

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand now, you will understand later." Ran Ruyan stopped talking to her as a small character, but looked at Meng Heyou who was sitting in front of the bronze mirror with a calm expression all the time.

Meng Heyou raised his head slowly, exchanged a glance with the Empress Yongchao, and said unhurriedly, "Empress Empress actually said that I was the one who bought horses to hurt King Chen, what evidence is there, if there is no evidence , can You Er think that Yong Chao took the opportunity to tear up the covenant?"

"Of course there is evidence." Ran Ruyan glanced around the bedroom with meaningful eyes.

Meng Heyou smiled, "The Empress thinks that the evidence will be in my bedroom."

Meng Heyou moved away from his seat as he spoke, "Please ask the Empress to search and return us innocent."

Even if she doesn't let her go, Ran Ruyan still has to search today. Anyway, she has already destroyed all the evidence, and she can't find anything after further investigation. Instead of fighting with them to the end, it's better to take the initiative.

Meng Heyou calmed down, looking at the guards in front of him who were searching for evidence, he felt indifferent for a while.

The guards searched everywhere in the bedroom, and they did not find any signs of crazy weeds, nor did they find any other smells that could attract horses.

"Empress, can you give Youer an explanation?" Seeing that the guards had found nothing, Meng Heyou pressed on Ran Ruyan step by step, "If you can't give me an explanation, you must ask your father for this matter." The emperor knows."

Ran Ruyan was standing not far from the bronze mirror, her eyes glanced at it as if she had something to do, and she was completely fearless in the face of Meng Heyou who was pressing on her every step of the way.

Instead, with sharp eyes and quick hands, he fished out a small box on the dressing table.

Meng Heyou, who wanted to condemn himself again, paused when he saw Ran Ruyan's things, and didn't understand what Ran Ruyan was doing with his money box.

"Could it be that the Yong dynasty is already so poor that it needs to rob the enemy's property?" Meng Heyou sneered.

Ran Ruyan got the money box, and didn't care what Meng Heyou said.

Opening the money box, he took out all the bank notes inside, and examined each one carefully.

At first, Meng Heyou wanted to taunt a few more words, but seeing that Ran Ruyan was looking more carefully, and the position he was looking at was still at the ticket number, he suddenly remembered something, his face turned pale, and he moved his feet, trying to get those banknotes He snatched the ticket, but was firmly held down by two guards beside Ran Ruyan.

Sure enough, Ran Ruyan soon found two bank notes with consecutive numbers on the one that bought the horse, dusted them in front of Meng Heyou, and smiled calmly, "Your Highness, isn't this evidence?"

"You..." Meng Heyou looked at Ran Ruyan with fiery eyes, bit his lips tightly, lowered his head and murmured, "No...impossible."

"What's impossible?" Ran Ruyan sneered, "If people don't want to know it, you have to do it yourself."

Meng Heyou bit her lips tightly, her face was pale, she had calculated thousands of times, and she didn't count the banknote, but she couldn't admit this crime, once she confessed, she became a sinner of the Grassland Department.

With a slight movement of her fingers, Qian Cao closed her eyes and knelt down on her knees, "This matter was done by the servant alone, and I have a relationship with the princess. If you want to kill or cut, you will do as you please."

Ran Ruyan pursed her lips, how could she not see that this little girl came out to take the blame, and bent the corners of her lips, "I advise you not to give up those useless thoughts, the one you hurt this time is my concubine of the Yong Dynasty, and it is also Lu Hongmiao's only surviving grandson, his uncle is the current Marquis of Weiyuan, Fu Zheng. Is it because of the maid?"

"...How is it possible?" Meng Heyou's charming eyes were filled with horror, "He...he is Fu Zheng's nephew?"

Lu Hongmiao and Meng Heyou didn't know each other very well, after all, it was a long time ago, but she knew about Fu Zheng, the famous Marquis of Weiyuan who beat his two elder brothers to the ground.

Ran Ruyan looked at her in surprise, "Could it be that you haven't even figured out her identity?"

Meng Heyou's face was pale and pale, his head was in a mess, his heart was surging, his eyes went dark, and he passed out.

Seeing that they were fainted, Ran Ruyan waved her hand and ordered them to be taken to prison.

With solid evidence, the court directly launched an attack on the Grassland Department, and Fu Zheng, who was guarding the Weihe River, and the former Lu Family Army Department were really touched when they heard that Lu Chengjiao was dying.

The Grassland Department had lost several battles in a row, and their vitality was seriously injured. It was not appropriate to send troops at this time, and they had to give way to the aggressive Yong Dynasty.

And "life and death are unknown, at stake", Lu Chengjiao is standing under the plum blossom tree in full bloom at the moment, looking at Xie Anlan and a group of imperial doctors in the pavilion with interest, surrounded by a small box We are discussing something enthusiastically.

"Yu Zhang, how many days has it been since you have no clue?" Xie Anlan was holding a handful of rice in his hand, and was throwing some of them on the ground, frowning, and looked at the stone bench beside him. The middle-aged man asked.

Doctor Zhang Yu is the head of the imperial hospital. Now he looked at the small box of ointment given by Xie Anlan, but he couldn't understand the bright hall inside.

"Where did the prince get this box of ointment? Whether it's the materials or the way it's made, it's amazing." Doctor Zhang has been studying this box of ointment for nearly a month. Other than medicinal materials, the other ingredients are completely unknown.

Xie Anlan threw all the rice in his hand to Jin Jin who was looking for food on the ground, clapped his hands, and said perfunctorily, "It was given by an expert."

"Expert?" Doctor Zhang frowned. As the head of the imperial hospital, he thought he had contacted many folk experts, but there had never been any expert who could make such an exquisite ointment.

Is it possible that in this world, there are really hermits who can't escape the world?

But if he really wants to hide from the world, how can he cultivate his medical skills to such an extent.

Doctor Zhang couldn't figure it out.

"Don't think about things you can't figure out. There are so many things you can't figure out in this world. If you have to get to the bottom of everything, then you don't have to do other things all day long." Xie Anlan saw that he was still thinking about that. About the expert, he smiled and explained.

"That's right." After being reminded by Xie Anlan, Doctor Zhang thought about it again, "Perhaps this expert is not alone, but a family of experts, which makes sense why he was able to develop such an exquisite The ointment is likely to be the result of the hard work of generations of people."

Xie Anlan listened to what he justified in astonishment, pulled the arc of the corners of her lips, but didn't explain anything.

Soon, another doctor next to Doctor Zhang expressed a different point of view, "Why does this family look so weird? Why don't other medicines specialize in research, but why are they studying things that men love?"

"Perhaps, he has other uses?" Another imperial doctor said.

"Hmm." The others nodded deeply.

"It's a pity that there are too few ointments, otherwise we can verify them one by one." Doctor Zhang looked at the ointment the size of a nail shell, dumbfounded.

I feel that this senior man of aristocratic family is too stingy, so I just give it a little bit to fool people.

"Didn't you try out the ingredients of several medicinal materials, try to mix those medicinal materials together, and see what happens." Xie Anlan also felt that the 20 taels of silver in a box of ointment was not so simple. In the past, he bought this prescription in the system, but the zero, which was a number that was many times more than 20, directly made him give up the idea.

This system is like this, as long as it is beyond the property of this era, everything is unreasonably expensive.

"Go back to the imperial hospital and try." Doctor Zhang was a little moved. They have stayed in Chenwang's mansion for a long time today, so they can go back.

"It's finally time to go." All the imperial doctors stretched out when they heard Zhang Yuyi's words.

They are used to being busy in the Royal Hospital every day, and they are allowed to go to Chenwang Mansion to relax here every day, but they feel uncomfortable everywhere.

Is it because the "Huang Di Nei Jing" is not good-looking, or "A Thousand Golden Prescriptions" has been well thought out, so that they can have time to spend time.

"Let's go, let's go." Xie Anlan couldn't laugh or cry when he saw that they all came to his Prince Chen's mansion as punishment.

Watching the imperial doctors go away, Xie Anlan went to pick Lu Chengjia under the plum blossom tree.

"Why don't you go back to your room." Xie Anlan touched his hand, it was warm and relieved.

"It's not cold." Lu Chengjia pointed to his clothes and smiled.

Ever since cotton came into existence, Xie Anlan had people make a lot of cotton cloth, and then made it into clothes, which she wore next to her body, and then she put on a down jacket. Her whole body was warm from head to toe, and her heart was also warm.

Lu Chengjie looked at the plum blossoms blooming in Ling Han, and said, "The palace sent a lot of things, some of which I couldn't deal with, so I had to come looking for you."

"If there's anything difficult to deal with, you can deal with it as you want. I can rest assured that I will teach you the Prince Chen's Mansion." Xie Anlan also followed Lu Chengjiao's gaze, and smiled again, "Wang Shangshu, that liar, isn't he Said to find a time to send me the plum blossoms, and the plum blossoms will all thank you in two days."

"It's enough to get one, not to mention that this is the best one His Highness got from Wang Shangshu." Lu Chengjie looked at Xie Anlan and said Mei.

I don't know if I'm talking about people or Mei.

The two admired Huimei, and Xie Anlan followed Lu Chengjia to the warehouse to see what he said could not be handled.

As soon as he got close to the warehouse, he saw the vats of kimchi jars scattered all over the floor, like soldiers standing firm in the snow.

"This is..." Xie Anlan was puzzled.

"It's pickles." Lu Chengjia said truthfully.

"So much, I'm afraid it's enough for me to eat for ten years." Xie Anlan looked at the jar that couldn't fit in the warehouse, and was silent.

"It's all the wishes of the people in Lingnan." Lu Chengke pointed to a jar and said, "Here, each jar contains the gratitude of hundreds of families to His Highness."

Xie Anlan was a little confused.

"His Highness's cement has repaired the flood that has plagued Lingnan for a long time. The common people are grateful to His Highness, but they can't give away anything decent. There is salt in this pickle, which they think is the best thing to give away, so they spontaneously organize From Lingnan to the whole of Lingnan, 10,000+ households gathered ten horse-drawn carriages, and traveled from Lingnan to the imperial capital without breaking a single altar, and all of them are here." Lu Chengjie looked at Xie Anlan and explained to him word by word.

Xie Anlan listened, her eyes widened and her head was a little dazed, "This... this... is all thanks to me?"

Lu Chengjiao nodded affirmatively. He was also shocked when he first received the news.

"I... I didn't do anything. I didn't build the dam, and I didn't pay for it. They thanked me for what I did." Xie Anlan felt hot for the first time.

His main purpose of burning cement is to make money, and he really has no idea of ​​serving the country and the people.

His selfish giving, but in exchange for such a huge gratitude, he can't help but feel ashamed.

"But didn't His Highness burn the cement?" Lu Chengke looked at him, "It is because of His Highness's cement that they have brought hope, didn't they?"

After Lu Chengjie finished speaking, he bent down and took the initiative to uncover a jar. Immediately, the salty fragrance overflowed from the mouth of the jar, and when the wind blew, it drifted into the surrounding air, making people unable to resist the movement of their index fingers.

Lu Chengjie took a chopstick from Qiutang's hand, picked up a trace of orange-yellow but crystal clear pickles, and brought it to Xie Anlan's lips, "Do you want to try it?"

Xie Anlan bit off the pickled vegetables that Lu Chengjie sent over. The taste was salty or salty, but he received it with full of heart.

For the first time, I suddenly had an idea that it was worth it even if it didn't make money.

After uncovering a few kimchi jars and tasting them, Xie Anlan felt that she was going to die, so she stopped to drink some water, frowned slightly and said, "It's delicious, but the taste is too simple, I always feel that it's not enough. Order something."

"In addition to the salty taste, pickles can also be made into sour, sweet, bitter and spicy flavors." Lu Chengjie smiled, turned around, and covered the pickle jars one by one.

Xie Anlan paused while drinking water, looked at Lu Chengjiao's busy figure and said, frozen for a moment, "You are right, pickled vegetables can really make all kinds of flavors, sweet, bitter, spicy."

Xie Anlan turned on the system as she spoke, moved her fingertips slightly, and entered two words, and a fiery figure appeared in her sight soon.

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