Practicing Medicine in Three Kingdoms

Yang Xiu's death is like a death knell sounded ahead of time, followed by the death of King Wei.The previous cultivation of Cao Zhi's party, the suppression of Cao Pi's party, and the final sweeping of the feathered party all have clear explanations at this moment——

It is to sharpen Cao Pi, make him go through the tribulations and become a great weapon, and at the same time remove all obstacles on his way to the emperor.

Perhaps Cao Cao had drawn up a candidate from the very beginning. Li Yinzhou thought that Ruxu's retreat without a fight was for the sake of the common people, and also to lead out the last dangerous lead lurking behind the heir.

And the dangerous move that he instigates Cao Pi and Sima Yi may have already been within Cao Cao's calculations.

Now everything has become a final word, no matter how many speculations and doubts there are, the wise old man will not answer him again, only to wait for the final conclusion of the history books in the future, and leave it to future generations to speculate and comment.

And he still has one thing to do in Beiyuan, a thing that should have been done long ago but had to wait until today.

In order not to attract attention, Li Yinzhou immediately set off to go north alone without receiving Lu Yi and Ling Tong's kindness.

This year, the weather was warm and humid, and there was constant drizzle along the road. The unsmooth traffic hindered the pace of the northbound journey, and half a year passed in the gentle river breeze.

Jian'an, this unsatisfactory and peaceful era, finally came to an end silently in a scoop of autumn rain, and the Han Dynasty, which had existed for a long time in name only, ended with it.Cao Pi, who inherited everything from his father, quickly uncovered his ambitions for many years. In this autumn, he established himself as emperor, and completely drove the emperor who had been emptied long ago from the stage of history, and finally set the new era as Huang Chu.

On the day when this once glorious era was overturned, the city of Ye was covered with autumn rain, and there were only a few pedestrians wearing coir raincoats and walking on the long street covered with fallen leaves.It seems that a bloodbath is imminent, and the doors along the way are closed, and the only sound is the rustling autumn wind, sobbing and echoing, vaguely mixed with the drunken and singing laughter——

"The vitality is not full, the black and yellow are weak. The stars are chaotic, and the yin and yang are wrong. There is no end to the country, and there is no mausoleum to cover the bones. The world is full of turmoil, and the desert is depressed..."①

On the Tongque high platform, a white figure stepped through the winding water, while raising his glass, he wobbled and walked up the steps to the sky.The autumn wind blew the rain, and the dripping jade crown on his head trembled. The moment he raised his head, his hair fell into a bun, and the wet long hair was swept all over his body by the wind.

But this man raised his glass to the stage without knowing it, and pointed the wine to the supreme sky: "Brother! You will be in the Three Emperors, and you will only be credited to the big man? For generations to come, your present and present will be remembered." Today! Father! You won the title of a traitor for a lifetime in vain, after all, it is your elder brother who will inherit your great cause and pass it on through the ages, hahaha!"

In the continuous raindrops, the sound of swords and soldiers suddenly sounded, and the hurried footsteps shook the quiet corner of the city. From the audience, one could only see a group of soldiers in black armor holding their weapons, like a group of ants swarming the city. The white dots of light in the rain engulfed it.

It can be vaguely seen that the leader is the veteran Zhang Liao. The rain dripped down the bridge of his nose along his deeply wrinkled eyebrows, making his cold expression somewhat blurred.

The cold armor splashed a cold mist in the rain, and there was a bang when the long sword was put into its sheath, and the soldiers took the drunken and laughing young man away with a chilling pace.

The rare two or three onlookers let out a sigh.

Who would have expected that the handsome young man who leaned on a sword and leaned on a horse in the past would end up in such a desperate situation now?

The world is impermanent, people's hearts go back and forth, and the emperor's house is like this, let alone these lowly people who blow it away like nothing.

At the corner of the street, the visitor in coir raincoat lowered his eyelashes, raised his hand to push down the bamboo hat that was almost blown away, and turned around to sink into the turbulent wind and rain.

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Cao Zhi drank and sang wildly in his filial piety, and even sarcastically ridiculed the current King Wen. He was taken down by Zhang Liao, the mighty general who guarded Hefei alone in the past, and now he is of course imprisoned awaiting trial.

State-owned state law, not to mention the new emperor's succession, it is time to make an example to others!Cao Zijian is so rampant that he is probably going to die.

No one in the court thinks so.

But just when Cao Pi wanted someone to bring the case to trial, Zhang Liao, the key witness in the middle, made a statement saying that he had a severe headache and could not afford to be ill.

The soldiers who captured Cao Zhi also stuck to their orders, and the general refused to hand over Cao Zhi.

The case was at an impasse for a while.

After all, Zhang Liao held some military power in his hands, not to mention his illustrious military exploits.

The imperial doctor and famous witch were sent to the general's mansion like flowing water, but they were all ruthlessly swept out of the door with a broom. They asked if the general had a headache and was in a bad mood. For the sake of the guest's life, let's come back tomorrow. .

Tomorrow after tomorrow, this matter dragged on for five, six, seven or eight days, and there was no conclusion for a while.

It's night, Zhang Liao's house.

Another layer of autumn rain was poured, and the cold raindrops slapped on the bedroom window by the cold wind, leaving deep and penetrating marks on the window paper that was shining through the dim candlelight.Zhang Liao's slightly curled back fell on it vaguely and deeply, and was also blown by a gust of wind.

Sitting in front of him was Cao Zhen, who was a round younger, but not too young.

Although the adopted son cultivated by Mr. Cao is not very popular, he is closer than his subordinates and more reliable than his own son. Therefore, he also ranks among the ministers entrusted by the end of life, only a head shorter than Sima Yi who has been in business for many years.

At this moment, his expression was shrouded in the dizzy candlelight, and he also showed a bit of hesitation.

Looking at Zhang Liao, who closed his eyes and thought deeply, and then stared at his hands on the desk, Cao Zhen, who was in all kinds of thoughts, couldn't hold back after all: "Although the Marquis of Linzi is arrogant, after all, he is also the brother of His Majesty's mother and compatriots. It doesn't sound good to go out. Besides, I'm also Zijian's half-elder brother. I've always known his character. At most, I have a tougher pen. How can I really draw my sword against my elder brother? I'm afraid your majesty is guilty of wanting to be crowned, and I have to make use of it. Cut the weeds and root out the roots. You can keep it for a while, but you may not be able to keep it forever."

Zhang Liao listened calmly, and when he reached the last sentence, the blue veins in his forehead twitched suddenly, and then fell silent for a long time.

Cao Zhen got up with concern: "The war is not fair, Mr. Zhang, please take care. This is a disaster caused by Zijian himself. We can only plan later."

Zhang Liao raised his hand to pinch his tired forehead, and said, "It's an old problem."

Cao Zhen looked at his deeply depressed expression, but felt that the symptoms of this disease were similar to those of Cao Gong's time.

Could it be that even Zhang Liao...

Thinking of this, Cao Zhen felt even more sad. Years of wars could not allow them to stop and get sick. Now even Cao Gong can't bear it anymore. Facing the smug new emperor and the proud Sima Yi, how can these old people who are buried in the earth still survive? What can be done?

Tick, tick.

Genglou sounded long and loudly in the rainy night.

The sound of footsteps outside the door crushed the stagnant water, and the low-pitched voice of the night watchman came: "General, a village witch doctor has come to see you and said he can cure your head ailment. Send it out the same way?"

Zhang Liao opened his eyes immediately: "What's his last name?"

Cao Zhen also pricked up his ears subconsciously, and heard the servant hesitantly say: "My surname is Li."

plum?

The two looked at each other involuntarily, and at the same time thought of the same name that made Wei Chen grit his teeth with hatred.

The heavy rain poured down, muffled the sound of the wind.Sitting quietly for a while, Cao Zhen suddenly raised his eyebrows, with a sneer on the corner of his lips - I am not afraid that he will cause trouble, but I am afraid that this cunning fox will not show up, and now this person dares to go deep into the tiger's den, so let him go this time without returning !

He was both surprised and happy, and walked to the door happily, only to see Zhang Liao's rock-steady, motionless expression, he paused, and then remembered that they had been tricked several times by that man who took advantage of his own interests.

It is absolutely impossible for this matter to be a steamed bun from the sky, even if there is, it is also stuffed with stones, which hurts the teeth.

Cao Zhen suddenly realized that the situation was very serious: "...What is he here for?"

The brushing rain dripped down the rows of tiles and splashed into fog at the corners of the eaves.The servant who returned was drenched in cold water and anxiously waiting. Hearing this sentence head-on, he thought that this little Cao Gong was deaf, so he repeated it respectfully: "Mr. Li said that it can cure Zhang Gong's headache. See you soon."

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The autumn rain is endless, pattering on the high and low scattered leaves outside the window, and making a messy sound of crackling water.The splashed water droplets were blown by the wind and landed on his face, which was a little bit cold, but it was like a thin and sharp short knife cutting through the flesh, causing Zhang Liao's old and slack facial muscles to twitch violently.

Reporting illness is also a real illness, which is not adulterated, but it has become a habit after being ill for a long time.

Biting pain hit his head, Zhang Liao just clenched his palms again, looked at the face outside the door that gradually became clear through the rain and fog, and said slowly: "I haven't seen you for more than ten years, Mr. Li."

Li Yinzhou stepped over the threshold, took off the bamboo hat and hung it on the wall, his eyes fell on the table in front of Zhang Liao.

There were still two circles of water left on the case, presumably Zhang Liao met friends with tea, and the servants hurriedly took away the tea set.

The guest has disappeared.

He withdrew his gaze and did not correct that they had encountered each other in Xiaoyaojin, so he went straight to him and put his two fingers on each other's feet.

Zhang Liao stared at him without moving: "In my opinion, sir, what's wrong with this old man, can there be a solution?"

Li Yinzhou felt the beating under his fingertips calmly, and said slowly: "The disease of the public is in the brain, and those who are injured by the wind are in the Yang meridian, and the pain connects to the forehead. It lasts for a long time, so it is called head wind. Now evil It’s too deep, and I’m afraid there’s no cure.”

In other words, there are ways to ease.

Zhang Liao retracted his hands into his sleeves, and closed his eyes wearily: "The old man is already in the coffin, only a handful of loess is needed to cover it, and he can live for a few years, sir, but it doesn't matter."

Li Yinzhou said bluntly: "It's also a secret recipe given by my family teacher. The recipe is not complicated, but the most important one is the blind silkworm. It is a little rare. It is to take the spring silkworms on March [-], pick out the dead ones, and remove the soil. , get rid of toxins, and then use bran, ginger, rice wine, and licorice together to make medicine, and after a hundred days, one or two of the hundred will be obtained."

The process after process is indeed cumbersome, but there is nothing special about it.

Zhang Liao raised his eyebrows: "That's not too difficult.

Li Yinzhou smiled slightly: "Spring silkworms are not a rare thing, but dead silkworms are rare. There is a folk saying that centipedes are dead but not stiff. If you want to kill them completely, you have to let one called "" The larvae of “white larvae” live inside their eggs, and when the spring silkworm spins silk, its interior has been completely swallowed by the white larvae, and it will die completely before it becomes a chrysalis.

Bang!

There was a clear and cracking sound from behind the screen. Before Zhang Liao could explain, Li Yinzhou stared at him without looking aside, as if he hadn't noticed the changes in his surroundings at all. Silkworm eggs can be processed into silkworms when the time comes. This medicinal material is not precious, but it takes time and patience. Only the pharmacist knows it. Of course, this is used as medicine. If it is in the hands of a peasant woman who does not understand I'm afraid it was a whole spring of hard work in vain."

It was raining like a rock, and the wind was blowing fiercely. The quietly burning candles in the house outlined two slightly swaying figures.

Zhang Liao's tough and rough outline was also hooked with a very faint light, and the slightly flickering eyelids imprinted the extremely calm face of the opposite person.

He could hear what Li Yinzhou meant.

Cao Pi is the silkworm carefully cultivated by Cao Gong, and the scheming Sima Yi will become the white zombie that steals the fruit.

Cao Zhi, the Marquis of Linzi, is benevolent in nature, no matter how rebellious he is, there will be no disturbances. The real threat to the Cao family is Sima Yi, who has long been rooted by Cao Pi's side.

A hundred-footed worm, dead but not stiff.

He pondered over the meaning of this sentence repeatedly in his heart, and slowly lowered his brows: "Thank you for your advice, sir."

Li Yinzhou said: "I left the prescription, and the rest I have to ask the general to work hard."

The pros and cons have been clearly stated, how Zhang Liao decides is not something he can control in white clothes.

Wei's military power has not yet fully fallen into the hands of Sima Yi.

For both the Cao family and Wu, this is a bomb that could detonate at any time, and it is also the opportunity to finally defeat the enemy. Only the highly respected veteran and the person behind the screen can turn the tide and stop Sima Yi from expanding his power.

By the way, Cao Zhi's life can also be saved, making him a link in the check and balance.

Personnel are exhausted.

It just depends on Zhang Liao's choice.

When Li Yinzhou wrote down Huang Weizifang, a zombie, Zhang Liao stood up from the desk, his tall body cast a shadow like a mountain, and landed on the other's calm and peaceful eyebrows, staining those heavy eyes with a dark meaning .

He looked down at the uninvited guest: "What reward do you want, sir?"

Li Yinzhou came thousands of miles away, it is impossible for him to treat his illness, this person must have some kind of scheme.

What should be said has been said, and there is no time to be polite at this moment, Li Yinzhou put down his pen and ink, and looked up at him.

"I want to enter the palace and meet someone."

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After Li Yinzhou's figure was submerged in the heavy rain, Cao Zhen stepped out from behind the screen, walked around a place of broken porcelain, couldn't help frowning and staring at the thin back that was almost invisible, hesitating for a while: "He is from Wu, so I can't believe what I said. .”

But Zhang Liao took his seat again, his gaze fell directly on the skinny piece of medicine in front of him: "Because he is a member of the enemy army, he may know something about Sima Zhongda's behind-the-scenes actions, even more than we do. "

Cao Zhen's expression changed: "...to hook up with Wu Jun? Then this Sima Yi is really a little bold. It's just that we don't have any evidence at hand, so we can't bring him down right now."

"It doesn't matter whether there is evidence or not." Zhang Liaoshen closed his eyes, listening to the sound of wind and rain echoing in the long silent night, and said for a moment, "As long as he does it, His Majesty will believe it."

To defeat the enemy and win the victory, the officialdom is like a battlefield.

The position of the son of the world should be occupied by those who are capable.

This capable person can only be the orphan's son.

Cao Gong's words after Ruxu retired from the army in the past are still in my ears.

Now I finally see it.

It was him!

Yang Xiu's party in the open has been eradicated, and it seems that it is time to take care of the old fox who has hidden deeper.

The candle flame burned to the end, and the light became more and more dim. Cao Zhen saw Zhang Liao open his eyes suddenly, and there was still a cold and sharp light in those old and cloudy eyes!

He seemed to understand something: "Mr. Zhang, what do you mean..."

Zhang Liao stood up supporting the case, a pair of calloused palms pressed heavily on Cao Zhen's shoulders: "Don't worry, Your Majesty is still relying on him, so we must not stand opposite His Majesty."

Cao Zhen was in a hurry: "But we just wait?"

Zhang Liao nodded slowly.

"equal."

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The gate of the palace was closed deeply, and the pouring autumn rain dripped down along the window, woven into a curtain, covering the entire new capital of Yecheng with a heavy layer of cold mist.

The palace where the concubine lived was extremely deserted, only a few palace people walked through the corridors, and they didn't even look at the old people left over from the previous dynasty.

Those who can live here are already extremely lucky. Those younger and more beautiful newcomers have not been warmed up on the side of the king's bed, but they have been sent to the cold tomb by the three-foot white silk, and they will sleep forever in the ground with a generation of heroes.

Only the wife, who can be counted on one hand, escaped the catastrophe because of having children, and spent the rest of her life here in the name of the concubine.

On a stormy night, this hall is as quiet as a cold pool, only a little red incense ash flickering in the cold wind, like the beauties who were once favored for a while are no longer brilliant.

Mrs. Huan, who bears the characters Cao Shi and Cao Yu, knelt before the case, quietly burning incense.

As soon as the sound of the rain shattered, the sound of wet footsteps came to the back, breaking the usual silence: "Toffee, we have a visitor."

Have a guest?

Who cares about their dying lives?Who is willing to set foot in this wilderness-like palace?

She held Changxiang and turned her head to look back.

In the dark wind and rain, a thin silhouette stepped over the broken branches all over the ground, and walked slowly under the dark and misty moon.

With a soft sound, the burning incense in her hand fell down.

The winding long skirt was branded with a small hole by sparks, and the complicated and elegant silver silk pattern flashed in a cluster of extinguishing flames.

Her eyes became bright and dark, and she looked at the person almost speechlessly.

Opening his lips slightly, he murmured silently...

brother.