Zhenguan Chang'an Xiaofangzheng

Chapter 12
"Your Majesty, Chen Songfang is leaving the palace and returning to the residence."

The order of the imperial medical department asked for a smile.

"Don't dare to trouble your superiors." Fan Zheng was flattered.

"Dare, dare." The order showing big yellow teeth, half-pull, half-drag, pulled Fan Zheng into a truck.

At any rate, Fan's Woodworking Workshop has a business of manufacturing vehicles, and Fan Zheng still has a little understanding of vehicles.

The order from the Imperial Medical Office issued by Qipin is not eligible to be assigned a car. Most of them are the same as when I came in, and multiple people are mixed in one car.

The prince and the first rank are elephant carts, the second and third ranks are leather carts, the fourth rank are wooden carts, and the fifth rank are leather carts.

Below the fifth rank, you are not eligible to take a court-style carriage. You can either take a privately rented carriage, or bring your own ox cart, which is also feasible.

It's a bit unattractive for a pure civil servant to ride a horse.

As for riding a donkey or a sheep cart, that is the work of a small official, and the term "small official with a sheep cart" has been left in history.

It seemed that there was something special about this chariot, even when it went out of the palace gate or the imperial city gate, no government soldiers stepped forward to inquire.

"Old man Feng Yizhi, I would like to ask Brother Fan Zheng, why do you think there may be an epidemic this year?" Ling's attitude from the Imperial Medical Office was surprisingly good.

You know, even if you count General Shilang's status as a literary official, Fan Zheng still has a big gap in front of Feng Yizhi.

Fan Zheng smiled: "Feng Shuling doesn't need to ask. I don't know medicine, so I just rely on a folk prescription to meet the situation. If I have to say it, I think it's prevention."

"Besides, even if those medicinal materials are really not needed, they can be stored for a few years, right?"

The car drove to Dunhuafang, and under the attention of everyone in the workshop, it stopped at the door of Fan Zheng's house.

After all, with Fan Zheng's family background, even if he didn't talk about his identity, he would blush even if he said "the mansion".

The moment he got out of the car, Fan Zheng understood the reason why Feng Yizhi condescended to send him off: rubbing the car, it would be more face-saving to go back.

"Why did you come back by car?" Fan Laoshi snorted.

Fan Zheng held up the certificate in his hand, proudly showing off his non-existent belly: "Aye, the one standing in front of you is the imperial servant from the ninth rank."

"My eldest brother is an official." Yuan Luan's smile was a bit smug.

In any case, it's all the meat that fell from my body, so I have a share of the credit.

There's nothing wrong with this logic!

Aunt Fan, who was holding the baby in her left hand and the lotus-leaf chicken in her right, laughed loudly: "Brother Fangzheng is capable! I won't be surprised even if he becomes a Marquis in the future!"

Fan Laoshi snorted coldly: "It's as if I can't beat you if you become an official."

Ah this...

Fan Zheng was speechless.

……

In the Lizheng Palace, Empress Changsun drank two bowls of porridge for the first time, and her complexion was slightly rosy.

Coughing and wheezing are still there, but much milder than before.

"Guanyin maidservant, this Xiaofangzheng's folk prescription really works." Li Shimin said in a rambling manner.

At this moment, he is not an emperor, but a husband who cares about his wife's body.

Originally, he had already prepared for the worst outcome, but who knew that the twists and turns and the nonsense in Wannian County unexpectedly turned into an unexpected surprise.

Empress Changsun has left a lot of color in the history books. In addition to her own virtues, she also helped Li Shimin mediate the conflict between the monarch and his ministers.

Otherwise, the grass on Wei Zheng's grave would be three feet high.

"Luo Tangji is not suitable for Wannian County anymore, Shanzhou is a lower state, don't drive from the fifth rank, it is quite suitable for him." Li Shimin muttered.

What about the emperor?
The emperor still holds a grudge!

Although Fan Zheng has indeed made meritorious deeds, but if you plot against the palace, you should suffer the corresponding consequences.

If Luo Tangji knew the result, he would cry to death.

The county magistrate of Beijing on the fifth rank was inappropriate, and he was demoted two ranks to go to Bianzhou as a different driver, a blood loss!
There are Huangshui County and Longzhi County under the rule of Shanzhou. It is 910 miles away from Chang'an, with 870 households and 580 households.

However, the Shanzhou government office is relatively rare in the entire Tang Dynasty. It is not a county, but a Ledu city!
Danger!

Zhang Anan said softly: "I heard that Luo Tangji seems to be Song Guogong's nephew."

Sometimes all it takes to say something bad is enough.

Even Zhang Anan couldn't stand Xiao Yu's insolent and violent style.

Li Shimin had had enough of Xiao Yu's in-laws who relied on the old to sell the old. If he hadn't made any serious mistakes, he would have sent him to see his brother-in-law.

"Order Fang Xuanling and other three provinces to discuss matters, and issue an edict that Song Guogong Xiao Yu is impatient and narrow-minded, so he will be exempted from Tejin and appointed as the governor of Qizhou."

Li Shimin gritted his teeth.

Xiao Yu, you old bastard, you've lost your prime minister four times, it's yours!

You actually want to borrow a knife to kill someone, and let me be the knife in your hand!

As for whether Xiao Yu was wronged or not, who cares?

Empress Changsun smiled slightly: "Looking at Erlang's strange expression, could it be that this Xiaofang is born right?"

Li Shimin smiled: "Guanyin's servant really understands people's hearts. Fan Zheng's Aye, Guanyin's maid has also heard of it, Lei Yongji, the general of King Xiyin."

Empress Changsun thought for a while, "Is he the first army leader to destroy Chang'an City?"

Li Shimin nodded: "It's him. Lei Yongji is his mother's pseudonym, and Fan Laoshi is his real name. After winning the city, he fell in love with Yuan Zhongwen, the general of the right prison gate, and Yuan Luan, the concubine's younger sister, and quit because of merit. Army."

In the year of Zhenguan, Li Shimin made Li Jian the king of rest, and his posthumous posthumous title was hermit.

Even though he killed his elder brother's heirs, Ai Rong still has to be given.

Otherwise, Wei Zheng would openly quarrel in court for this.

In other words, Lei Yongji did not participate in Li Jiancheng's fight with Li Shimin's brothers.

Of course, Li Shimin wouldn't vent his anger on Lei Yongji, but he was a little bit scrupulous.

It can be seen that Li Jiancheng back then was not weak in military exploits.

For history books, sometimes it’s the girl in the building. When the price is in place, you can put it how you want.

The second bowl of melon stalk juice was served an hour after the meal. Empress Changsun had a bitter face, hesitated for a while, and drank it all in one gulp.

Bitter, bitter, bitter!
Even Empress Changsun, who often took medicine soup, couldn't stand the bitter taste, and she vomited heart-piercingly again.

Li Shimin glanced at the filth in the copper basin, and a gleam of joy flashed in his eyes.

The queen's phlegm is no longer so viscous, and the blood in the phlegm has also decreased a lot.

Even though Fan Zheng said that he was just treating his appearance, Li Shimin was still excited.

The surface is gone, and the inside is cured.

"It's so bitter! Erlang, I want to eat shrimp!"

After rinsing her mouth, Empress Changsun started humming.

Li Shimin arranged with a smile: "Guanyin servant girl, I want to eat shrimp, wait for my body to recover. Be good, venison porridge or chicken porridge, which one do you want to drink?"

Empress Changsun kicked her jade feet wildly, and her face was full of grievances: "I just want to eat shrimp!"

Li Shimin didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Be patient! Think about what you said when you taught young slaves and sons to eat."

In any case, Shang Yao Bureau breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as the queen's cause is found and the strong symptoms are removed, the radical cure may not be possible, and the recuperation is easy.

(End of this chapter)