Yipin Tang

Chapter 32 Horseshoes

As soon as Li Shimin arrived at the gate of the Lizheng Hall, he heard Empress Changsun coughing, and a trace of worry appeared on his face.

The weather is getting warmer and everything is recovering, but Empress Changsun's qi disease is getting worse. The imperial physicians in the palace are completely helpless, and even Sun Simiao's prescriptions are gradually failing. In his heart, only the eldest grandson is his real wife and not just the empress and concubine. When he was the king of Qin, the eldest grandson went through ups and downs with him, and the feelings in it are not comparable to other concubines.

Holding the hand of Empress Changsun, Li Shimin couldn't help but think of the days when he was still King Qin, and couldn't help sighing softly.

"Why is Erlang sighing?" Although disturbed by Qi disease, Empress Changsun was still as gentle and peaceful as ever.

"Time flies so fast."

Hearing Li Shimin's emotion, the eldest grandson empress smiled and said: "Yes, in a blink of an eye, even the child slaves have grown up, and they are not around me all day like before. Now only my son is still by my side."

Princess Jinyang, who was being fed and drank porridge by the palace maid, smiled sweetly when she heard Empress Changsun mentioning herself. At the age of four, she was much better-behaved than ordinary children.

"Don't you like young slaves to pester you very much, and you often say that you don't want them to grow up and leave." Li Shimin finally smiled. The eldest grandson empress is kind and patient. They all like to pester her and act like a baby.

Empress Changsun waved her hand at Princess Jinyang and sighed: "Now I hope that my son can grow up quickly."

Li Shimin's eyes turned red when he heard the meaning of Empress Changsun's words. An iron-blooded commander who didn't change his face in the face of hundreds of thousands of troops, and a cold-blooded emperor who didn't even change his face when he was killed at the Xuanwu Gate. A woman's eyes were red.

Empress Changsun gently stroked Li Shimin's hair on the temples, and several silver threads were mixed in it.

"They are all the emperors of the Tang Dynasty, why are they so easy to get red eyes?"

When Li Shimin was the King of Qin, every time something went wrong, the eldest grandson would caress his temples like this. He could always calm down, but this time it didn't work. Li Shimin held the hand of the eldest grandson empress tremblingly and said: " Later, I will ask Li Daochang to try another prescription, there is always a cure for your illness."

"Yes." Empress Changsun knew her condition but still nodded meekly and smiled.

If it really doesn't work...

Li Shimin's eyes focused and he remembered the scene where Wang Xiang gave Cheng Chuliang a blood transfusion to keep his life alive. The blood transfusion kit is still hidden in the inner warehouse.

After Cheng Yaojin returned to the mansion, he came to the stable in the backyard. Jinghong, who was always brave and handsome, knelt down in the hay with injuries all over his body. When he saw Cheng Yaojin coming, he struggled to get up, his blood was bloody The front hoof trembled and supported for a while, and finally let out a mournful cry and fell to the ground unwillingly, two muddy teardrops oozed out of a pair of copper bell-sized eyes.

"Old man, it's not your fault."

Jinghong seemed to understand Cheng Yaojin's words, buried his head and let out a low sob, when he raised his head again, his radiant eyes had lost their luster, Cheng Yaojin's heart ached.

It used to be invincible on the battlefield, but now even walking has become a luxury. For the proud Jinghong, this is a result worse than death. It would rather die in the battlefield than be a horse that cannot even walk The useless horse, it was begging Cheng Yaojin to give him a ride, how could Cheng Yaojin not understand its eyes, it was just telling him how to deal with it. "Heal your wounds." After speaking, regardless of Jinghong's wailing, he turned around and left.

Jinghong was so strong, he ran straight towards the wall, Cheng Yaojin was shocked and rushed forward to hug the horse's neck.

"Uncle Cheng, show mercy!"

Wang Xiang trotted all the way to Lu Guogong's mansion, but he didn't expect to see Cheng Yaojin rolling into a ball on the ground hugging Jinghong's neck as soon as he found the stable.

"Uncle Cheng, Chu Liang said that it is not surprising Jinghong, please don't kill him."

Although Jinghong was injured, he still had great strength. When Cheng Yaojin hugged the horse's neck, his arms reached the wall. It was his rough skin and thick flesh that grinned in pain. Jinghong stopped when he saw Cheng Yaojin was injured. mess around.

"Who said I want to kill Jinghong?"

"Then you are?"

Cheng Yaojin moved his somewhat numb arm and said, "Jinghong couldn't walk because of the wear and tear on his front hoof. He couldn't think about it and wanted to die for a moment. I just stopped him."

Wang Xiang looked at Jinghong whose fore hooves were bloody and bloody, and there was a flash of surprise in his eyes. Cheng Chuliang's guess was right, he didn't expect such a strong horse in the world!
"What are you doing here, is something wrong with Chu Liang?"

Seeing the worried look on Cheng Yaojin's face, Wang Xiang quickly said: "Brother Chu Liang's body is fine, and Princess Qinghe is talking with him."

"Then why are you here?"

Wang Xiang smiled wryly and said, "Brother Chu Liang just learned that Jinghong escaped Gaochang Jingqi, so he asked me to come and have a look because he was worried about its safety."

Cheng Yaojin sighed and said: "Jinghong has a strong character, I'm afraid that if I stop him today..."

"If it can run again, it shouldn't be looking for death."

"What did you say?"

"I said if Jinghong could run again, he wouldn't be looking for death, right?"

"Its front hooves can no longer touch the ground, not to mention running, it is impossible to walk normally." Cheng Yaojin was a little depressed, and Jinghong also whimpered softly.

Wang Xiang scratched his head and said, "I have a way that might make Jinghong stand up again."

Cheng Yaojin's eyes lit up when he heard the words, and the first thing he thought of was Wang Xiang's blood transfusion method to save people, and he said excitedly, "Do you want human blood or horse blood?"

Wang Xiang broke into a cold sweat immediately, damn, Lao Cheng is indeed more ruthless than Li Er, he directly asked whether he wanted human blood or horse blood, I am afraid he would get it without hesitation no matter whether he asked for human blood or horse blood, but Is blood transfusion really a panacea?There is a hairy relationship between horseshoe wear and blood transfusion!
"Um, Uncle Cheng, the horseshoe is worn out so there is no need for blood transfusion, just get a pair of horseshoes."

"What are horseshoes?"

Wang Xiang explained patiently: "The reason why horseshoes are easy to wear is because of lack of protection. We humans know to wear shoes to protect our feet from injury. So why don't horses also wear shoes because horseshoes are easy to be injured? This horseshoe is the horse's shoe."

"Shoes for the horse?" Cheng Yaojin seemed to understand something, and asked again: "What kind of shoes can withstand such wear and tear?"

"Iron, that's why it's called a horseshoe."

After coming to Datang, Wang Xiang understood a truth. The ancients had limited comprehension ability. When you can’t explain clearly to them, it’s easier to speak directly with the facts.

"Does Uncle Cheng's mansion have paper and pens? I'll draw the shape of a horseshoe. You can ask the blacksmith in the mansion to make it according to my drawings. You will know when the time comes."

Hearing that he could make his beloved horse stand up again, Cheng Yaojin didn't dare to neglect, so he quickly called someone to fetch a pen and paper. Wang Xiang first stepped forward to observe Jinghong's horseshoe, and then drew four horseshoes on the paper and handed them over to him. To Cheng Yaojin, Cheng Yaojin immediately asked the blacksmith in the mansion to build it according to the drawings.

The blacksmiths in the Duke's Mansion were really good, and the four horseshoes were made in less than a stick of incense, and the shape and size were not bad at all.

"These are the shoes for horses?" Cheng Yaojin felt that the horseshoes in Wang Xiang's hands were not like shoes.

If Wang Xiang knew what was going on in Cheng Yaojin's mind, he would definitely despise him. Can a horse's hoof be the same as a human's foot?

"Is it really useful?"

"Try it and you'll know."

Seeing Wang Xiang walking towards him with a few weird things, Jing Hong instinctively resisted, and he was relieved by Cheng Yaojin's comfort, because Jing Hong's front hoofs were already worn out, so Wang Xiang took care of two of the horseshoes. A few changes were made, and the worn part was bypassed when the horseshoe was nailed, so that the worn part would not feel pain without touching the horseshoe, and there would be no problem after the worn wound recovered after a while.

Feeling that there was something extra on the horse's hoof, Jing Hong was still a little uncomfortable, and flicked the hoof to get rid of the thing, but the horseshoe was nailed to the horse's hoof, so it was not so easy to get rid of it, under Cheng Yaojin's surprised eyes Jinghong stood up and swayed the horse's hooves non-stop, and jumped twice from time to time, maybe it didn't realize that it had stood up again.When Jinghong found something unusual, he was stunned for a moment, then carefully stretched out a horseshoe and touched the ground, and then ran wildly in the courtyard with a cheerful neigh.

Cheng Yaojin burst into tears, and kept saying: "Okay, okay!"

Wang Xiang also stood aside and looked at Sa Huan's Jinghong with a smirk, unexpectedly that figure that was faster than lightning suddenly pounced on him, and then licked his face carelessly with a wet tongue.

After all, Cheng Yaojin is an experienced veteran. After being pleasantly surprised, he soon discovered the importance of the horseshoe, so the servants in the mansion who had been in contact with the drawings and the blacksmith who made the horseshoe were directly controlled by Cheng Yaojin's personal soldiers. And Lao Cheng dragged Wang Xiang into the palace to meet Li Er.

Li Er was considering whether to bring Wang Xiang into the palace to help the eldest grandson with blood transfusions to save her life, but Cheng Yaojin dragged Wang Xiang into the palace directly.

As soon as he arrived at Tai Chi Hall, he heard Cheng Yaojin yelled out of nowhere: "Your Majesty, the conquest of Gaochang is just around the corner!"

"Didn't the pharmacist say that now is not the best time to conquer Gaochang?" Li Shimin rubbed his temples with a helpless expression.

"Your Majesty is worried about the wear and tear of the horse's hooves?" Cheng Yaojin even complacently showed off.

Li Er knew Cheng Yaojin too well, just looked at him and didn't speak, the guy really couldn't help but said: "Prince Xin offers something to relieve the worry of worn out horseshoes."

Hearing this, Li Shimin glanced at Wang Xiang in surprise. Horseshoe wear and tear has been an unavoidable problem since ancient times. For this reason, many horses are lost every year. Is there really a way to solve this problem?

Cheng Yaojin Pidianpidian presented the drawings and showed off: "This thing is called a horseshoe. Nailing it on the horseshoe can solve the problem of horseshoe wear and tear like putting shoes on a horse."

"Is it really effective?" Li Shimin couldn't believe that a few simple things on the drawing could solve the problem of horseshoe wear.

"My frightened fore hoofs were worn out and bloody, and it was difficult to stand up, but after the horseshoes were nailed on, I was able to run freely."

"Oh?" Cheng Yaojin would never talk nonsense about this kind of thing, Li Shimin's eyes lit up, he looked at Wang Xiang with interest and said with a smile: "Isn't this thing obtained from a merchant from the Western Regions again?"

(End of this chapter)