Zhenguan Chang'an Xiaofangzheng

Chapter 140 Brothers and Sisters
Princess Yan Wan of Wei didn't wear makeup, her plain face was slightly haggard.

Mother and child are connected, and the most anxious one is of course Yan Wan.

"Are you [-]% sure?"

Yan Wan and Du Shengxia had a deep friendship, so naturally they asked Fan Zheng questions without being polite.

Fan Zheng nodded solemnly: "I dare not say too much, there is a [-]% possibility."

Feng Yizhi moved over, showing a mouthful of yellow teeth: "The supervisory censor, why use stinky wormwood?"

Fan Zheng would definitely not be able to talk about monarchs, ministers and envoys, but it is still okay to explain in unprofessional words.

"Have you ever thought about the imperial doctor's order, the prescription of "Elbow Reserve Emergency Prescription" should be somewhat effective, why not the Qinghao prescription? There is no need to play tricks on Baopuzi. Is there a possibility that the name of Qinghao has changed? So, switch to other species of the same Artemisia genus?"

"Choose Artemisia stinky for the same reason as Daoist Sun's arsenic, which is hated by insects."

Because of its strong smell, Artemisia annua has almost no pests and diseases.

Even after the name of Artemisia annua was taken away, Artemisia annua was still used as an insecticide in the Longyou area, and it continued to later generations.

After some unintelligible words were spoken, those unruly young men looked at each other and tiptoed to the door.

I can't afford it, it seems to be very powerful.

The Bureau of Shangyao and the Department of Imperial Medicine could only try their best but in vain to keep Li Hui alive, while the imperial physician and the chief physician were so anxious that their foreheads were sweating.

It's almost dusk.

With the sound of hooves, he rode his horse into Wei Wang's mansion, with a large bundle of wormwood tied on his back.

The tent slid off the horse and lay powerlessly on the ground, with a hint of pride on his exhausted face.

Feng Yizhi hurriedly asked the people from the imperial medical office to take down the wormwood, and there was a strong smell in his nose. The root was single and vertical, the stem was solitary, thin, purple-red, with longitudinal ribs, and the leaves were densely rosette-shaped, with comb-toothed leaf.

Fan Zheng only took a sniff and was sure it was the right variety.

The officials of the imperial medical office hurriedly joined forces with the servants of Wei Wang's mansion to wring the juice vigorously.

One thing, "Elbow Reserve Emergency Prescription" is not recorded correctly, the juice wrung out from a handful of Artemisia annua is pitifully small, not enough to drink at one time.

Several relatives wanted to help the tent, Fan Zheng waved his hand: "Get him a bowl of salt water and drink it before moving."

After drinking the salt water, a smile appeared in the tent: "Your Majesty, it's a good thing that the mansion in the tent did not disgrace its fate! One man and two horses, we ran to the watershed in the Qinling Mountains to pick the stinky wormwood, and the rest of the people and the medical supervisor walked slowly behind."

Fan Zheng patted his forehead.

Forgot, the terrain of Chang'an City is higher in the south and lower in the north, with an altitude of 400-450 meters, and the growth environment of Artemisia annua is at an altitude of 2000-4800 meters. Only the Qinling Mountains can reach such an altitude nearby, and the most convenient place must be other places. watershed.

Nearly [-] miles back and forth, even with one person and two horses, he looks like a tired idiot.

Fan Zheng can conclude that many of the horses in this team will have to rest for a period of time, or even be scrapped directly.

A large bundle of stinky wormwood finally squeezed out half a bowl of juice. Feng Yizhi, wearing a mask, gave Li Hui the wormwood juice.

The second magical function of the mask is to block the smell.

Although it can't completely eliminate the smell, at least it can reduce the smoke by half.

Li Hui, who was in a daze, drank the half bowl of juice in a daze, and cried after a while: "Mother, it's bitter!"

Artemisia stinky, bitter and pungent, where did Xiao Li Hui eat this?

Even the prescription prescribed by the imperial physician must be considered whether he can accept it.

Li Xin took a candy the size of a knuckle and put it in Li Hui's mouth: "Erlang, good boy, you won't be bitter if you swallow this piece of stone honey. Wait, brother will take you to catch nymphs (the general term for butterflies) .”

Li Hui nodded with tears in his eyes, holding back his crying.

The earliest text about stone honey in the Tang Dynasty was the regular script work "Shan Jian Lv Juan" written by Jing Shengguo on December 22, [-]nd year of Zhenguan. It mentioned that "the black stone honey in the soil of Guangzhou is sugarcane sugar , strong as a stone, is called stone honey".

Looking at it this way, isn't it just poorly refined earth sugar and brown sugar?

Later, Su Jing and other 23 people wrote "Xinxiu Materia Medica", also known as "Tang Materia Medica", written in the fourth year of Xianqing (AD 659), which mentioned that "stone honey comes from Yizhou and the Western Regions".

As for the later dynasties, it is normal for Shimi's word meaning to change.

Yan Wan looked at her children's brothers and sisters, and a sense of pride rose in her heart.

Even if my aunt teaches her son, she might not be like me, right?

Seeing this scene, Fan Zheng was quite emotional.

Who knows if Li Chengqian and Li Tai were so friendly back then?
Rights are such a thing.

After half a quarter of an hour, Li Xin called out, "Aniang, Erlang is sweating and sticky. It's time to bathe him."

Yan Wan waved her hand: "Dalang, touch Erlang's forehead, is it hot? Is Erlang still cold?"

Li Xin responded quickly: "Erlang said that he was tired and not cold anymore."

Yan Wan glanced at Fan Zheng, and Fan Zheng responded immediately: "Okay, you have to ask the imperial physician's order."

Feng Yizhi stepped forward, felt Li Hui's pulse with his fingers, and his expression became much more relaxed: "Although he has not recovered, most of his illness has gone away. You can take a bath and change clothes, change pillows, and cook meat soup. Avoid leeks, onions, garlic, and seaweed. Fishy, ​​glutinous rice, sweets, raw foods, including fruits."

After slightly hesitating, Feng Yizhi continued: "According to common sense, the stone honey given by the prince should also be avoided. Considering that the prince is young and can't stand the bitter taste, you can give it a little. Try to keep it light these days."

In the theory of traditional Chinese medicine, the use of hair products depends on the specific disease, but the light ones are roughly the same.

Feng Yizhi praised him slightly in his heart, Fan Zheng is a young man who deserves to be associated with, and if he has a chance to show his face, he would push it to the Imperial Medical Office.

Although there won't be many substantial benefits, but at critical times, it is a great benefit for someone to say a word for you.

In fact, Feng Yizhi can do this kind of diagnosis, Yaozheng can do it, doctors can do it, and the imperial physician of the Shangyao Bureau can also do it.

Without Fan Zheng's mouth, it is much more likely that the imperial doctor will take the pulse.

Li Tai heaved a sigh of relief, and quickly clapped his hands: "Hurry up, boil warm soup for Erlang to take a bath! Hurry up and boil the meat soup! Make it lighter!"

While Li Hui was taking a bath, Jiang Fuling and the rest of the tents rushed back, exhausted.

Jiang Fuling gave Fan Zheng a blank look, meaning: Look at the shit you arranged!
Yan Wan said: "Today's matter, thank you all! The recorder joins the army, and records the achievements of this team; the master book, rewards each of them with a bolt of fine silk. Doctor Jiang has made great achievements, and thank you with two bolts of fine silk; Officials, each with a bolt of fine silk. In front of uncle and aunt, I will also say the credit to you from the Ming Tai Medical Office and the Shang Yao Bureau."

This is the inner master who knows how to be a human being.

The tent is under the command of Wei Wangfu, the word "reward" is very appropriate;
Jiang Fuling contributed more, and gave an extra piece of fine silk, and like the two divisions, he had no affiliation with the Wei Palace, so the "reward" was much more pleasant to say.

As for Fan Zheng, the relationship between the two is no longer suitable for money.

Jiang Fuling immediately thanked Yan Wan with a smile on her face, a piece of fine silk costs [-] Wen!
Oops, it's worth it, it's exciting to go to the watershed again!

(End of this chapter)