"Your Majesty is serious, let's ask Old Immortal Sun to diagnose the prince's illness first."

Su Dawei said modestly.

With Li Zhi driving the East Palace, Sun Simiao, Su Dawei, Wu Meiniang and others, escorted by the palace eunuchs and Qianniuwei, went together.

Along the way, Su Dawei secretly looked at Sun Simiao.

This is a legend.

Even thousands of years later, his name is still remembered and respected as the King of Medicine, along with "The Thousand Golden Prescriptions Behind the Elbow".

Su Dawei remembered that he had seen a lot of records about Sun Simiao, this old man had been recruited by Taizong during the Zhenguan period, and he was born in the Western Wei Dynasty, through the Western Wei, Sui, Tang Dynasty, can be described as a living fossil.

According to the age, this old man is already more than 100 years old, but Su Dawei secretly observed and found that Sun Simiao's face was like a baby, his teeth were neat and strong, and when he spoke, his middle qi came out of the dantian, calm and stable, not at all like a hundred-year-old man.

This person's self-cultivation work is not trivial.

And Su Dawei faintly felt the flow of vitality in Sun Simiao.

It's just that the breath is not strong.

I can only secretly guess that this old man is also an enlightened alien, but it is difficult to judge at which level.

When he arrived at the East Palace, Sun Simiao first took a look at the furnishings in the prince's palace and asked the palace people to open all the panes in the prince's palace to allow sunlight and air to circulate.

After checking the prince's pulse, he invited pen and ink, wrote a prescription without thinking, and asked people to catch the boiled medicine.

Then he took nine silver needles from the medicine bag he carried with him, long or short, and tied them to the prince's right hand in turn.

"I will take the needle hand Taiyin Lung Sutra, this meridian can drain the evil fire in the prince's lungs."

Sun Simiao said slowly, holding the silver needle with the two fingers of his right hand and turning it gently.

Su Dawei stood behind Wu Meiniang, not far from the bed, his pupils shrunk, and he saw a faint blue light in Sun Simiao's hand.

It was the vitality, like a thread, from the fingers of the Medicine King, piercing through the silver needle into the Taiyin Lung Meridian of the prince's hand.

Leave the needle on for a moment.

Sun Simiao took off the silver needle, and his movements were like flowing water.

Just as the waiter fried the medicine, it was served.

Wu Meiniang hurriedly stepped forward, personally served the prince and drank this bowl of thick Chinese medicine, looked at the prince with sleepy eyes, and lay on his side on the bed and fell asleep.

Sun Simiao said: "In the first three days of the prince, the old Tao gave him silver to dredge the evil qi of the lungs, and then used medicinal decoction to solidify the foundation, and then used the evil fire to disperse, and then used the method of acupuncture to exhaust the scabies, and then recuperated for more than a month, when it can be cured." ”

Li Zhi and Wu Meiniang were both surprised and delighted, glanced at each other, and their hands clenched, and then separated.

Li Zhi said to Sun Simiao: "Then according to the old man's opinion, Hong'er's illness can be cured in two months?" ”

"No, no, it's more than a month, and Lao Dao promises to give His Majesty a healthy prince."

Sun Simiao's face was ruddy, and he smiled with his white beard: "In the future, as long as you pay attention to the cold and warm the lung meridians, you can keep your body safe, and there will be no recurrence." ”

"Thank you, Yao Lao!"

Li Zhi and Wu Meiniang were overjoyed, and the two of them, with the respect of the emperor and the queen, actually bowed to Sun Simiao together for the first time.

Where did Sun Simiao dare to accept the big gift from the two, and hurriedly turned sideways to show avoidance.

"The prince is the prince of the country, and he treats the prince, that is, contributes to the well-being of the people of the Tang Dynasty, which is an old thing."

"Yao Lao's merits are immeasurable, the prince of the Dynasty and tens of millions of people in the Tang Dynasty have thanked Yao Lao."

Li Zhi said with emotion: "What kind of reward does Yao Lao want? ”

When these words came out, Wu Meiniang was below, and with the help of her big sleeves, she gently pulled Li Zhi's placket.

Li Zhi reacted suddenly, and said with his hand: "But I am confused, the medicine elder is high-spirited, and the folk customs are mostly not in the eyes of the medicine elder." ”

Sun Simiao sighed lightly and said: "Lao Dao has lived for more than 100 years, and he doesn't care about fame and fortune, and he is willing to continue to study medicine and benefit the common people." ”

Su Dawei whispered on the side: "Since Sun Xianweng wants to make more profits for the people, why not set up more medical halls to help Xianweng carry forward the medical Tao, so that more people can learn Sun Xianweng's medical skills and benefit the people." ”

As soon as these words came out, Li Zhi and Wu Meiniang's eyes lit up.

Set up a medical hall and call more disciples to learn medicine from Sun Simiao, so that Sun Simiao can no longer use excuses to hide in a short period of time, and train more medical officers for Datang, which is a convenience to kill two birds with one stone.

In normal times, Li Zhi and Wu Meiniang may not be unexpected, but they are worried about the prince's condition at the moment, and they are chaotic.

After listening to Su Dawei's "Divine Repair Knife", the emperor and queen were greatly satisfied, and the eyes cast at Su Dawei were also full of praise and encouragement.

Sun Simiao smiled bitterly: "This ...... Lao Dao can't refuse, I have lived for more than 100 years, and I don't know how many more years I can live, if this ability is brought into the soil, it is a pity. ”

"Sun Xian Weng's cultivation is profound, even if he lives to be two or three hundred years old, he is still in the prime of life."

Su Dawei smiled on the side, and quietly patted Sun Simiao's ass.

said that it was sycophancy, but most of them were sincere.

According to legend, Sun Simiao seems to have lived for one hundred and fifty or sixty years.

"Your Majesty can also declare a lot of medical classics for Sun Xianweng, and help Sun Xianweng write books and books that he has learned in his life for the benefit of the people."

"Ami's words are very meaningful."

Li Zhi has rarely been so happy in the past few days, and he can't help laughing, as if his body is much lighter.

"Your Majesty, let Lao Dao diagnose your pulse first."

"I'm old."

Li Zhi's physical condition is different from Li Hong's.

Li Hong is infected with lung disease.

And Li Zhi's body is because of family inheritance, head wind and cardiovascular disease, which were inherited in the six emperors of Li and Tang.

There's really no way around this genetic disease.

You can only adjust as much as possible from your diet and lifestyle habits.

It's a pity that Li Zhi, as an emperor, has a lot of opportunities, how can he have such time and energy.

His illness is inherited in his family, his diet is unrestrained, and he also hereditary loves to eat high-fat meat.

Finally, the government is heavy, and long-term fatigue and overdraft.

After finishing heavy official duties, I also have to deal with the concubines in the harem.

Even if the body is beaten with iron, it will be boiled dry.

In view of his physical condition, Sun Simiao pondered for a while, and gave medicinal stone conditioning, eating modestly, not eating enough, riding more horses to relax, walking and singing more.

It doesn't sound like a mystery.

"The body is like a house, and it is better to take care of it than to be eaten by insects and ants, and then repair it after it is damaged by wind and rain."

Sun Simiao said: "Lao Dao here also has a set of five poultry plays, which is passed down from the divine doctor Hua Tuo, if Your Majesty insists on practicing, I believe it is not difficult to maintain a better state." ”

"Yao Lao is bothered."

Li Zhi said gratefully.

After some things were explained, Li Zhi ordered Wu Meiniang to personally send Sun Simiao to rest.

Find a side hall in the palace to settle, closer to the East Palace, and it is convenient to treat the prince at any time.

After dealing with this matter, Li Zhi glanced at Su Dawei, and suddenly said, "Ami, you come with me." ”

……

Li Zhi took Su Dawei to a side hall in the East Palace.

Su Dawei looked at it quietly and found that it looked like the prince's study, the hall was full of books, and there were pen and ink and other study utensils on the table.

The four walls are clean, with only a few pairs of calligraphy and paintings, which still look very simple.

Those words are flying and dancing, and at Su Dawei's level, I only know that it is good, but I don't know who Mobao is.

The painting hanging on the wall, looking at the falling paragraph, is a picture of a drunken Taoist priest of Yan Liben, the Danqing master of this dynasty.

Speaking of this painting, there are some allusions, in the first year of Xianqing, there is a lot of friction between the two doors of the monk and the road, and the side of the Chang'an Taoist often laughs at the Shamen monks with the "Drunken Monk Picture" of Zhang Seng of Liang people.

Later, the monks were not angry, so they scraped together hundreds of thousands of dollars and asked Yan Liben to draw this "Drunken Taoist Priest" as a retaliation.

In later generations, these two pictures have all been handed down, which is quite interesting.

When Su Dawei saw Yan Liben's payment, he immediately remembered that this old man was a master eunuch in the court before, and the heroes of "Zhaoling Liujun" and "Lingyan Pavilion" were all his handwriting.

He also supervised the repair of Cuiwei Palace and Daming Palace.

Now this old man should have moved to the Ministry of Industry.

Two years ago, he also received a letter from Di Renjie's eldest brother, saying that he was appreciated by Yan Liben and recommended him to the imperial court many times.

The observation of the surrounding environment has been completed, and Su Dawei's gaze will fall on the table of the prince's daily study in the next moment.

Generally speaking, a person's personality habits will reveal the most information from his daily necessities, especially the desk where he is studying.

What pen and ink do you like to use, whether it is luxurious or frugal.

What kind of book is on the table, is it Lao Zhuang, or is it the name of the Confucian law and punishment of the princes?

Is there writing on the table, how is the wording, is it urgent or slow?

In addition to official duties, what books do you read on weekdays and what do you like?

Su Dawei had said to An Wensheng before that he would observe the prince more.

Now that there is Sun Simiao, there should be no major problems with the prince's body, and the rest is to understand the heart of the prince Li Hong.

decided whether to continue to hug Wu Meiniang in the future, or move closer to Li Hong.

These are related to the future worth and life of the family, and they should not be ignored.

With just one glance, Su Dawei automatically filtered through the useless information, and his eyes were firmly attracted by a book placed on the table.

Li Zhi walked ahead and glanced back: "You have vision." ”

As he spoke, he reached out and picked up the book on the table and said: "This is the "Brief Treatise on the Emperor" compiled by Yu Shinan when the first emperor was there, the first emperor often reads it, and later gave it to me, and now, I also give it to the prince." ”

Su Dawei looked at the book in Li Zhi's hand.

The cover is a little mutilated and looks a little old and yellow.

Apparently it has been looked at countless times.

Seeing this book, Su Dawei suddenly remembered An Wensheng's words last night.

"Your Majesty really deserves to be the son of Taizong."

I really don't understand how those people in later generations saw that Li Zhi was cowardly.

Li Zhi is the first emperor of the ages, is it good at the level of the Great Demon King.

In terms of the second generation, up and down for thousands of years, almost no one can really compare to Li Zhi.

The second generation of the empire is still expanding its territory, conquering the east and the west, and expanding tens of millions of miles.

This work is real.

I suddenly remembered that in my previous life, in an article, I had seen a paragraph that imitated the dialogue between Li Zhi and Li Shimin.

Li Zhi: Great.

Li Er: Pheasant slave, what's the matter?

Li Zhi: Some people say I'm not like you.

Li Er: This is too much, Guanyin has a deep affection for me, and she will live and die unswervingly, come on, drag the rumor-mongers out and cut them in half!

Rich: No, that's not what they meant.

Li Er: What does that mean?

Li Zhi: They say that you are the old wolf king, and I am the little sheep.

Li Er: Oh, there's nothing wrong with that.