Practicing Medicine in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 100 Return to Chang'an

Although Chang'an is good, it has no folks.

Xu Jie's simple words, but inadvertently brushed the hearts of the master and the apprentice, and aroused a faint feeling of homesickness.

This is the seventh year since Wu Yi left Yuanzhou. It has been seven years. I don’t know if the pagoda trees in the court of the county prince are still lush and lush, and the dilapidated official school and the rotten window are not like him. The stole scholar swipe down with his finger, and a thick layer of dust should have accumulated again, right?

The two masters and apprentices looked at each other and couldn't help but raise their eyes to the west.

But see the endless afterglow of the setting sun.

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After a little self-cultivation, the [-] Tang troops pulled out of the camp and left. Liu Cishi and officials from dozens of counties and counties came to see him off in person.

Gu An stood at the end of the line together with other county magistrates, watching the guests coming to Chang'an from a distance.

This time, Gu An was undoubtedly the person who contributed the most to the peace of the Xiao family, but he was overwhelmed by Wu Sansi's memorial. Anyone who knew the inside story would feel sorry for him.

Gu An still just smiled and squinted: "Defending Fengjie is my job as the county magistrate, so it doesn't count as much credit. Besides, generals have complicated things, and some omissions are common."

He himself is so open-minded and open-minded, and it's not easy for others to point fingers, so he can only sigh secretly, another young hero has been suppressed by the Wu family's children.

In this way, the [-] Tang troops came aggressively and left happily, walking slowly all the way, just like a large tourist group.

The leader of the rebellious generals all had an attitude of "returning slowly", and the soldiers below naturally became lazy. Pei Yuan has never been a person who makes trouble out of trouble, and Li Jing can't stand the ups and downs considering Wu Yi's injury , there is no opinion.

By the time the [-] troops returned to Chang'an, the green willows along the way had gradually withered and turned yellow, and fallen leaves were rolling in the streets and alleys.

Wu Yi returned to the familiar Imperial Medical Office, but this time his identity was no longer a student who could hide under the shadow of the teacher, but a medical officer who had to work independently.

To be precise, it was one of the hundred medical workers.

Unlike a doctor of imperial medicine, this position at the lowest level in the imperial medical office is a bit like a coolie. Not only can you not get close to the big shots in the center of power, but you have to work overtime every day, and you have to be sent on business trips from time to time.

But compared to Yuzhou's backward environment, there is nothing to complain about.

As soon as he heard that he had returned to Chang'an, Yan Ming had already bought a simple house for him. He knew his good friend's temper, and if it was too luxurious for him, he would not accept it. Everything is kept simple, and no extra chair is needed.

This made Wu Yi a little reluctant to refuse, so he had no choice but to accept the kindness of his best friend and move into this simple and clean small house.

It's just that most of the time, he still spends time in the Imperial Medical Office, even burying his head in the library all night and not going home. Even if he wants to sleep, he can only spend one night in Shen Hanshan's yard, so as to save the trouble of coming and going , that empty "home" has become a dispensable decoration instead.

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The days of the day are shrinking and shortening in the cooling autumn wind, and the title of Yifeng has also quietly replaced the turbulent Shangyuan with the pace of time.

Ninety percent of Xiao Shao, Phoenix comes to Yi.

The rumored auspiciousness did not appear under the sky of Chang'an, but the wings of dual powers had already quietly flown towards the mother of the country who had been sitting on the phoenix seat for a long time.

As early as April, the sage Li Zhi suddenly proposed to be inferior to the Empress Dowager, but Liu Rengui and other ministers tried their best to stop it, and the matter was dropped under the collective opposition of the entire prime minister's team.

Behind this ironic farce of abdication, people seem to faintly see a pair of white, soft but powerful hands, which are about to lift the bead curtain that blocks the view, and caress the throne that has never been sat by a woman.

Not long after, some intriguing things happened in the royal family.

The first thing was that Tianhou ordered the Beimen Scholars Group formed by herself to send two books to the present prince Li Xian.

And these two books, one is called "Shaoyang Zhengfan", which aims to teach him how to be a good prince, and the other is more direct, "Biography of Filial Son", which focuses on the exemplary deeds of filial sons and grandsons of all dynasties.

The wordless meaning is nothing more than to warn the prince who is in the limelight to keep a low profile and not to sing against himself all the time.

To say that this is still a lesson for the mother to teach her son, what happened next surprised everyone who eats melons.

Li Xian is also writing a book.

He wants to revise the "Book of the Later Han Dynasty".

The implication is self-evident. Taking history as a mirror, if you want me to be a filial son, then please, mother, take a good look at what happened to the queen mother who held power and the relatives who were in charge of politics.

The relationship between mother and son suddenly dropped to freezing point.

At the same time, the rumor that Li Xian was born to a Korean wife resurfaced again, and became a topic of conversation after dinner.

These big and small things that happened after Wu Yi left were all told to him by Yan Ming chewing on peanuts.

"There is one more thing." Yan Ming took out a red invitation card from his arms on rare occasions when he was embarrassed, "I thought you would not return to Chang'an for a while, so I didn't mention it to you before, but now You're back, and I'll just give you this."

Wu Yi took it over and looked at it, and he understood it, and couldn't help but smile a little: "This is really a happy event, I just don't know which family's lady is it, who can make Brother Yan fall in love with her?"

Yan Ming was listless, as if this marriage was as tasteless as the peanuts in his mouth, they were chewed into slag and swallowed abruptly.

"Where is there any difference between my heart and my heart? It's just my father's intention! That one is the granddaughter of Liu Guogong's family, and she comes from a very high family background. It's just that I have never met her before, and I don't know her appearance. Don't ask for anything else, just ask her not to be a big worm!"

After finishing speaking, he fidgeted with the peanut shell in his hand, and turned his gaze to Wu Yi again: "Brother Wu is also twenty-one this year, why is there no news of his wife getting married?"

Wu Yi didn't think about this issue at all. He traveled here and there in the past two years, and he was accompanied by elders all the way. Should he have a romantic relationship with them?

Besides, the age of 21 is not yet the legal age in modern China. If Yan Ming hadn't mentioned this, he would never have thought of it.

Seeing that he was silent for a while, Yan Ming suddenly thought of his background, thought he had hit a friend's pain point, and hurriedly changed his tone: "If you have someone you like, just tell me, I will find a way to match you up!"

"That's enough." Wu Yi hurriedly declined Yan Ming's kindness. His heart had nothing to do with the library of the Imperial Medical Office. As for the marriage of his wife, it all depended on fate.

Seeing that he refused, Yan Ming felt relieved for some reason, and casually threw the peanut in his hand: "Then it's settled, October [-]th, you must come."