Gu Yuanbai finished drinking half a pot of tea, and the cuju tournament outside was about to end. He slowly propped up the stone table and got up, the backs of his white jade-like hands were covered in powerless pale green veins, Gu Yuanbai coughed a few times against his fists and waved away the attendant who wanted to come forward, "It's not a problem."
Marquis Pingchang looked at him worriedly, "Your Holiness, your dragon body has just healed, you must not blow the wind, you should be precious."
Gu Yuanbai hooked up his lips, although his body is sick and weak, but a smile has the vitality of a hundred flowers blooming, "ginseng, deer antler, tortoise shell, more than these, tiger bone, ganoderma lucidum, Cordyceps ...... I see that no one in the world is more precious than me."
"Marquis Pingchang, no one in the whole world is more sparing of life than I am," Gu Yuanbai said to himself, and suddenly laughed pleasantly, "Although the medicinal herbs are expensive, but I still have to say that the taste is indeed not very good, and every time I take it, I want to throw a basket of licorice into it."
The Marquis of Pingchang could not help but sigh in his heart the will of God, the saint hibernates for so many years, patience and the city is not the same as ordinary people, and so open-minded and bright, why God has to play tricks on this young son of God, have to give the saint such a body of dragging hind legs it?
He followed with a few laughs and spoke warmly with the Emperor for a few more moments.
Soon, someone came to inform which side had won and which side had lost, and Gu Yuanbai nodded as he listened, saying, "Reward."
The head of the guards took a look at the color of the sky, and took a few steps forward to persuade Gu Yuanbai to return to the palace in a low voice. The morning court of Daheng Dynasty is once every two days, today there is nothing to do before coming to see the Cuju tournament, Gu Yuanbai originally thought of turning around in the capital, under the persuasion of the idea was also eliminated, leaving a few palace guards here, was escorted by the guards on the carriage.
Marquis Pingchang respectfully sent the saint left, was about to take his son back to the house, but listened to his son with the Ministry of household Secretary of the eldest son did not know where to go, Marquis Pingchang was shocked, the anger rose up again, sullen face back to the house alone.
*
It was only when it was about to get dark that the Marquis of Pingchang's residence welcomed the world's son. Marquis Pingchang had people waiting in the front yard, and as soon as Li Yan stepped into the house, he was called into the study by his father.
"I didn't know until after His Holiness left today that you even left early as well," Marquis Pingchang said angrily, "You dared to leave first before His Holiness moved, you really have a lot of guts!"
Li Yan gulped when he heard him mention His Holiness, he was afraid of being found out, and busily said, "Father, guess what I saw today? When I was roaming the streets, I actually saw that Xue Yuan fellow galloping his horse in the downtown area, he is also really too arrogant!"
Marquis Pingchang frowned: "Arranging horses in the city? No, I have to write a folding report to the saint."
Li Yan quietly exited the study and returned to his room before he breathed a sigh of relief, he told everyone around him to get out, the door of the room was closed, the candle was a little bit, and the warm scroll in his arms was spread flat on the table.
To hide the scrolls of the Holy Spirit is a great treason, how can the Holy Face be so casually hidden in the bedroom of a small student?
Li Yan as the Marquis of Pingchang son, naturally know this truth. But he just can't control it, always feel excited excitement in the heart is very excited, straight to the face of the saint feel afraid apprehensive, but to remove the eyes from the saint, but also feel reluctant.
He didn't have any bad intentions, and he didn't intend to do anything bad with the portrait, but he just thought that His Holiness was really good-looking, and it would be a shame not to paint it.
Li Yan movements carefully, the scroll, is a very honorable man. This man's eyebrows are Li Yan mouth, painter hand painting, the following face ink is very light, this is to cover up the use, in addition to him and Tang Mian, no one can know that this painting part of the painting is the saint.
His Majesty's eyebrows have a special flavor, but the painter has not seen it with his own eyes, Li Yan looked at it for a while and said in frustration, "Still say that it is the best painting in the capital, what kind of stuff is this painting, the shape is similar to the God is not similar to the God, it is still not as good as my painting work."
Cursing for a while, he carefully put the scroll away and placed it in the dark drawer at the head of the bed. Li Yan made a trip to the couch, and his mind recalled the image of the Holy Lord meeting him today.
I don't know if this day's disrespect will make the saint dislike him, and he doesn't know what he looks like when he kicks the cuju today, he must be red in the face and thick in the neck, and the saint praised him for being handsome, and it doesn't look good to kick the cuju when he is even more handsome.
Thinking about it and thinking about it, Li Yan fell asleep in a daze.
*
Juvenile children's thoughts, Gu Yuanbai naturally do not know. He was waited on and washed and changed his clothes, and his face was a little white in the evening, and Tian Fusheng asked softly, "Smaller to press the head for His Holiness?"
On top of the bright yellow dragon couch, three beautiful palace maids dressed in thin clothes knelt beside Gu Yuanbai, silently holding a handkerchief to wipe the Emperor's wet black hair.
"No need," Gu Yuanbai closed his eyes, enduring the discomfort in his body, "Have your little disciple come over and pound my legs."
Tian Fusheng busy little apprentice to call, the little eunuch kneeling under the dragon couch, skillfully pounding the legs, the heart also can not help but beautiful, the saint likes his handiwork.
Once the dark hair was dried, the three courtesans quietly got out of bed and retreated barefoot.
"Tian Fusheng," Gu Yuanbai suddenly spoke out, his voice lazy and seemingly on the verge of falling asleep, "How's what I asked you to do done?"
Tian Fusheng: "Your Holiness, everything is going well."
"Well," Gu Yuanbai said, "the previous batch of people sent out, each one is my heart and soul, let them act with care, the news is not important, live is the most important."
"Yes, I'll go over it again tomorrow."
Gu Yuanbai three years ago in the dark sent people to adopt a group of orphans, give food to wear to live, teach them to read and recognize words and kill the enemy's skills, daily uninterrupted brainwashing education, finally became a sharp blade in the hands of Gu Yuanbai.
They only listened to the emperor's words, they would do whatever the emperor told them to do, a year ago, Gu Yuanbai had picked out four hundred of them with the highest loyalty, and had them infiltrate into the mansions of the various ministers, as well as the borders and the garrisons around the country, not only these, but also the forbidden army in the palace, and these guards around him had these people lurking within them as well. When he was able to pull down the powerful minister Lu Feng, this knife played a crucial role.
Gu Yuanbai secretly named it as the Supervision Department, a huge net in the dark slowly spread in the land of Daheng, the Supervision Department sent out people, the powerful have already had military service, the bad are still in the minister's residence to find upward opportunities, by the news they sent back, has been the beginning of a shocking power.
It was only a year, Gu Yuanbai was in no hurry, he was a bit groggy, "Place it."
Ming Dynasty Jinyiwei, Qing Dynasty Luanyiwei, Gu Yuanbai also wanted to form an elite team in the open, only listening to his words, strong and sturdy armor soldiers. All kinds of ideas in his mind are endless, the Supervision Department and the elite team on the bright side can complement each other and also supervise each other. He even thought of a good name for this team, it is called Dong Ling Wei, is his hands of the eagle with sharp eyes and claws, but unfortunately, think more, in the end, there is still a lack of revolutionary capital.
Gu Yuanbai didn't know which step he could take before he died, but it would be extraordinarily difficult if he did nothing.
Tian Fusheng extinguished the lamp and retreated silently, and when he reached the outside of the hall, he nodded his head with the head of the guards and lowered his voice, "His Holiness is tired today."
The head of the guards surnamed Zhang, named Zhang Xu, looks handsome and martial not to say, but also talented, this is the saint himself from the forbidden army picked out of the head of the guards, Zhang Xu grateful to the saint's appreciation of the grace of the saint's decision to guard the security of the saint, the saint's loyalty to the saint can be said to be a single-minded.
The guard let out a long, heartfelt sigh and said, "His Holiness is happy today."
Tian Fusheng couldn't help but nod along, "If there's something like this next time, I'll still have to beg His Holiness to go see it, and if His Holiness can be happy, I'll have to go on the field and play a cuju for His Holiness even if I break my back."
The head guard was silent for a moment, the guards standing opposite him were busy giving him a squeeze, the head guard squirmed for a moment and said, "These brothers of ours are also good at playing cuju."
Among them, there are still many people or because the saint likes so special to practice, each is a good hand, playing fancy, eye-catching very.
Tian Fusheng snorted and laughed, chrysanthemums blossomed on his face, "Since Servant Zhang said so, I will remember, when I turn back to the Holy Spirit and ask about it, I will talk to the Holy Spirit about this, and then I will be able to dip into the Holy Spirit's light and watch the hands of all of you, the Lord Servants."
A few people were talking and laughing when Tian Fusheng heard a few meows ringing out from the corner, he jogged over with an unchanged face, and came back a moment later with a face full of joy, "Squire Zhang, a famous doctor has entered the capital!"
*
The people from the Supervision Office sent word that a traveling doctor had entered the capital from Huainan, and this traveling doctor was highly skilled in medicine, only that he did not treat the powerful and noble in his life. When Tian Fusheng told this news to Gu Yuanbai, Gu Yuanbai had no joy, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and was still wearing the heavy dragon robe he wore to the court.
These dragon robes are cumbersome, and his face has some reddish color because of the heavy drag, like the flawless beauty Luang's Shu Mei, but the look between his eyebrows is slightly tired.
Today, at the court, there are many people who have participated in the son of General Xue, Xue Yuan indulged in the horse and made a mess in the city, and this is not a big thing, not a small thing, but Gu Yuanbai is very upset.
This future regent, too, is a bit too arrogant.
He fined General Xue three months salary and ordered him to discipline his son well. Just because he thought of Xue Yuan, the hero of the book, his mood was now bad again.
But the famous doctor should be seen or have to see, Gu Yuanbai let people change him into an indigo regular clothes, with a few people low-profile out of the palace.
In fact, Gu Yuanbai didn't have much hope in his heart, the imperial physician in the palace was the best doctor in the world, they couldn't do anything about it, how could this wandering doctor be better than his imperial physician?
"My lord, it's right here." The head guard pointed to the wooden door in front of him.
Gu Yuanbai smiled with the corners of his mouth and let him go up and knock on the door, but in a few moments, a young boy came over and opened the door, looking them up and down through the doorway, "You're here to heal the sick?"
The head guard said, "That's right."
The boy said, "Who is that for?"
Gu Yuanbai walked out from behind the guards, his green clothes lined his body as long as bamboo, he smiled faintly at the boy, "It's exactly me."
The little child looked at him with his mouth wide open and asked stupidly, "Do immortals get sick too?"
"I don't know if a fairy can get sick," Gu Yuanbai laughed, "but I am all sick."
The boy guided Gu Yuanbai inside, and there was no shortage of other people coming to see the doctor in the room, each dressed in coarse clothing, with yellow faces and thick hands, looking curiously at this line of people.
The guards were full of essence, and their whole body aura was already not like an ordinary person, not to mention Gu Yuanbai, who was carefully guarded in the center, with his footsteps leisurely and full, and even though his face was pale, he could not stop his whole body from forcing a noble aura.
The traveling doctor glanced at them, knowing in his heart that these people must not be ordinary people, but he didn't say anything through, instead silently signaling Gu Yuanbai to sit down. Gu Yuanbai stretched out his hand, a small section of his wrist exposed, and the famous doctor took his pulse for a quarter of an hour, his frown deepening.
When he removed his hand, he said dryly, "It can't be cured, it can only be hung with tonic medicine."
The attendant's face darkened, and Gu Yuanbai let out a long sigh, letting the people leave their money behind and getting up to leave.
He wasn't too hard on himself.
The saint walked casually, slowly walked to the river, he lowered his head and looked down, the face reflected in the water had the color of peach blossom, this body is not good anywhere, only this face is outstanding, but Gu Yuanbai does not like it.
He looked at it for a moment and stretched out his hand towards the back, the attendant brought a handkerchief, Gu Yuanbai wiped his wrists and hands and saw a mother bird feeding her young in a tree aside, he looked out of focus for a split second and the handkerchief in his hand was carried by the wind and blown into the river.
"Wasted one of my good hankies," Gu Yuanbai sighed, "Let's go, back to the palace."
The water surface is flat and quiet, the pa is carried by the water deflected into the distance, until this line of people disappeared, the underwater only suddenly there is a movement, a man tugging a woman climbed onto the shore, the two people are soaked to the bone woefully, but the man around the satin in the eyes but the light, he brushed off the face full of water stains, as if he had dreamed of a beautiful dream like a red face.