The Pastoral Medicinal Fragrance of the Imperial Concubine

Chapter 90
Tianhao sighed, "It's always been like this. In the past ten years, your four major feudal lords have controlled the four provinces and become a rivalry. It's normal for the emperor to want to take back the power!"

Situ Zhanchen was silent for a while.

It's not that he doesn't want to hand over his military power, but in the past ten years, he has made great contributions to the Tianhe Dynasty's conquests, how could he be willing to abandon his brother!

"By the way, there is news about the little girl you want me to check!" Tianhao suddenly changed the subject.

Situ Zhanchen slightly raised his eyebrows, "Who the hell is she?"

Being able to be the master of the eldest son of a family of famous doctors, I am afraid that this little girl's background is not simple!
"It's strange to say that she is a country girl. Her family is famous in Licheng, but that happened many years ago. Now her parents have all died in the plague. She was kissed by her uncle. She was driven out, and she said that she became the first wife of a farmer who was engaged to her before, and her husband-in-law was three years younger than her! What's even more strange is that people there said that she didn't know medical skills before, but they didn't know who knocked her out Afterwards, when he woke up, he possessed peerless medical skills and even cured the plague!" Tianhao said with great interest, when he saw the news sent by the spies, he also felt a little unbelievable. The little girl whose parents were killed by the plague suddenly possessed peerless medical skills and became the master of the eldest son of a family of famous doctors. This is too strange!

Situ Zhanchen frowned, and said in a low voice: "Is your person too leisurely lately? You actually use this kind of thing for business? Do you believe it?"

Tianhao blushed suddenly, "You can insult me, but you can't insult my Qianjitang!"

Qianjitang is the most mysterious intelligence agency in the world. There is no thing in the world that Qianjitang doesn't know, only Qianjitang doesn't want to know.People in this world would never have imagined that the person in charge of the famous Qianjitang turned out to be the plaything of the Ninth Prince Tianhao, who had the least real power among the royal family and was the most idle and idle.

Situ Zhanchen naturally believed in Qianjitang, but the information was too unbelievable. That day, Leng Ping could tell at a glance that he was injured. Even the family members of the previous generation of famous doctors did not have such skills.Only people who have been immersed in medical skills for decades can have this skill!
Situ Zhanchen once again set his sights on those thin pages. Indeed, this was the simplest information that Qianjitang had inquired over the years. It listed eighteen generations of Leng Ping's ancestors. When Situ Zhanchen When his eyes fell on the name of Leng Ping's father, Leng Weiran, his eyes suddenly darkened, Leng Weiran in Licheng, could it be him?

"What's the matter?" Seeing the change in Situ Zhanchen's eyes, Tianhao hurriedly asked.

"It's okay!" Situ Zhanchen frowned, put away those few pages and put them in his arms, "It seems that the emperor won't let me go out in a short time, we may not be back for a long time, why don't we take this opportunity to have a good time?" How about taking a break and having a drink with friends in the city?"

"You are alone, so naturally you want to sing and sing day and night. This king can't do it. I have eighteen concubines who need to be comforted. One night for one person, it will take eighteen days!" Tianhao raised his eyebrows, his face full It's all ambiguous.

"Eighteen days? Can it work? Would you like Liu Shiyuan to prescribe some medicine for you?" Situ Zhanchen couldn't help laughing.

"This king is in his prime, so why would he need any medicine, but you, who have been empty for a long time, really need to prescribe medicine to supplement it!" Tian Hao fought back, and the two walked out of the palace gate talking and laughing.

In Licheng, Taiping Village, in the past two days, the members of Hao's family have been rushing to work day and night under Leng Ping's command.

In the morning, Leng Ping put down her rice bowl, wiped her small mouth with the back of her hand, and immediately began to make arrangements, "Mother, you wash the dishes. After you finish washing the dishes, follow what I told you last night and make a few silk flowers. Maybe tomorrow It can sell well in the city!"

Last night, Leng Ping was tired from beating moxa. She was lying on the bed, thinking about going to the city the next day. She suddenly remembered that the last time she went to the city, it seemed that no one in the city brought the silk flowers that were more popular in ancient times. I took out the silk heads I brought back from the silk shop last time, made a few small silk flowers according to my memory, tied them on bamboo sticks and put them on the flowers. Unexpectedly, the effect was surprisingly good. There are a few flowers.

Hao’s dexterity, not to mention the lifelike flowers, there are many styles that even Leng Ping doesn’t know. If you add silver hairpins and simply process them, they will definitely sell well.

Since last night, Hao Shi has been addicted to making silk flowers. Because there is no silver hairpin at home, he can only use the kind of bamboo chopsticks that country women often carry to polish them. The monotonous bamboo chopsticks look much better.

Now when Hao Shi heard that she had arranged for her to make silk flowers, she immediately agreed happily, and quickly cleaned up the dishes.

"Hao Dan, help mother cut bamboo chopsticks and tie silk flowers! Hao Ren, help me make moxa sticks!" Leng Ping divided the work among those who could work in the family.

"Sister-in-law, what are I doing with Shitou?" Hua'er leaned forward with her small face raised, looking at Leng Ping eagerly.The whole family is busy, she doesn't want to eat with Shitou for nothing!
"Hua'er is going to be a model for mother! Shitou, you go to write, didn't the elder brother teach you a few words last night?" Leng Ping immediately waved her hand and found work for the two little guys.

"Sister-in-law, what is a model?" Hua'er asked, imitating Leng Ping's voice.

"It's just that mother has finished making the silk flower, you stand in front of mother, try it on for mother, and see how to adjust it!" Leng Ping explained concisely, but her hand had already spread the rice paper on the clean dining table , took a small knife, ready to start cutting.

"This thing of yours can really cure Mrs. Ruan's illness?" Hao Ren really didn't believe it, so he reconfirmed before Leng Ping started to harm the rice paper.

"Of course!" Without raising her head, Leng Ping quickly cut the rice paper in half under Hao Ren's trembling eyes.

"Come on, look, put the moxa inside and roll it up carefully, preferably as evenly and slenderly as possible!" Leng Ping taught Hao Ren while demonstrating.

Hao Ren had no choice but to follow Leng Ping's orders. The two of them stood face to face, struggling to roll the moxa sticks on the table.

After a while, Yu Xueliang and Liu Yingfeng also came to help, so the four of them did it quickly, and within half a day, all the moxa sticks were finished.

"Perfect!" Looking at the long and slender moxa sticks, Leng Ping seemed to see large gleaming silver ingots. She couldn't help but raised her hand and signaled Hao Ren to give a high-five to celebrate.

"..." Hao Ren stared blankly at Leng Ping's hand stretched out in front of him.

Liu Yingfeng and Yu Xueliang also looked at Leng Ping with puzzled faces, thinking that Leng Ping was going to beat Hao Ren.

"What a disappointment!" Leng Ping realized that she was too excited, and withdrew her hand embarrassingly.

(End of this chapter)