Practicing Medicine in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 32 Prince Li Hong

run!

For Wu Yi, it was a proposal, and for Li Hong, it was an order.

The difference is that at the moment when their eyes met, Wu Yi was still hesitant, while Li Hong had already decided how to run, where to run, and what route to run.

He quickly grabbed the Taiping in Wu Yi's hand, quickly patted him on the shoulder with the other hand, and pushed him to the southwest, but he quickly flew to the northeast with both feet.

Except for those who were very close to the three of them, the onlookers didn't know which one was Li Hong and which one was Wu Yi. One group of people flocked to Wu Yi, and the other group flocked to Li Hong.

The people who flocked to Wu Yi soon realized that they were wrong. The young man in front of him with a blank face and simple clothes must not be their respected and beloved Crown Prince, so they hissed away.

On the other hand, the huge crowd couldn't catch up with Li Hong, who left suddenly with a light figure.

The disappointed crowds of the two groups were like a stream of water cut off by a knife, and soon reunited into one crowd, continuing to live their own festivals.

Wu Yi had just been forced to the corner of the street by the crowd, and some unscrupulous people insisted on asking him, "Are you an imperial physician? How did you become an imperial physician at such a young age?"

Wu Yi had an idea, and his expression remained unchanged: "You have misunderstood me! My surname is Wu, my name is Wu Taiyi, a child can't speak clearly, and it caused such a misunderstanding!"

The man still didn't give up: "In this case, why do you run away!"

"It's a long story." Chairman Wu sighed, clapping his palms in awe, "You also saw that the man just slapped me and pushed me away. How could we be the same way? He took advantage of the crowds of people here to rob me I lost my sister, and I was about to chase after you, but you surrounded me again, and I was the one who made me cry every day, and the earth didn't work!"

The people in Chang'an, who were listening in twos and threes, were ashamed when they heard that they had done something bad out of curiosity, and then enthusiastically suggested to Wu Yi.

"It's the end of the year, and there are a lot of traffickers, so it's better to report this matter to the authorities as soon as possible!"

Wu Yi said "Hi" and stomped his feet: "Didn't I tell you to gather around and interrogate first?"

The necks of several people turned red, and they didn't want to get involved in a lawsuit because of the New Year's Eve, so they all dispersed angrily.

Wu Yi heaved a sigh of relief and leaned against the wall behind him.

A hand suddenly stretched out from the corner of the wall, like carrying a cat, easily touched his collar and pulled him back, and the other hand decisively covered his mouth.

"Hush." ​​Li Hong dragged him to the other side of the corner before letting go.

Wu Yi couldn't believe it: "Didn't Your Highness take the princess away?"

Li Hong hid himself in a corner with sparse lights, and his whole body was mixed with light and dark: "You are my subordinate now, and you have carried out my orders, how could I abandon you?"

Wu Yi couldn't help asking: "Actually, I still don't understand why we ran away?"

Li Hongdao: "The vast majority of people here are good citizens, but that doesn't mean there are no mobs."

"I'm not talking about that." Maybe it was because he was outside the palace, or maybe it was because of the dim light, but Wu Yi didn't have the same sense of distinction as before, "You are the prince, I don't think there is a shortage of people who secretly protect you."

Li Hong smiled, the smile was hidden under the mask, but it permeated the whole body, and the cold and glamorous aura when they met for the first time disappeared completely.

"My hidden guards are only responsible for protecting me, not the people. Since running can solve the problem, why go to war?"

Wu Yi nodded. It is not without reason that Li Hong is so popular.

"You asked me two questions, and I asked you two questions too." Li Hongdao, "Why are you here? How did you meet Taiping?"

"I... the villain and my classmates went out to play together, but I didn't expect to get separated."

It was only then that Wu Yi realized that Taiping was not in his arms, but was carried on his back by a man in black, with a few beads of saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth, and he was snoring like small blisters while sleeping. .

Wu Yi stared blankly at the man in black, not because he was particularly handsome or ugly, but on the contrary, because he was so ordinary that he would never be able to find his appearance in a crowd of people.

He didn't even notice just now that there was a big living person standing behind His Highness the Crown Prince who was talking with him peacefully.

He has been standing quietly behind Li Hong, like a wall, a door, which makes people feel so natural, so natural that they can't be noticed.

Even the knife hanging on his waist was plain and ordinary, and when he looked at it, he felt that it was just a pendant to decorate his clothes, without any trace of murderous or hostility.

Wu Yi couldn't help but scream in his heart.

This is the real "Dark Guard". Even if he walks through the crowd swaggering and dancing, no one will doubt his identity.

Li Hong didn't seem to mind Wu Yi's straightforward gaze, and he wasn't going to ask Wu Yi what to do next: "You and your classmate got separated? Do you know where his home is?"

"It's Yan Shilang's mansion." Wu Yi suddenly thought that the Yan mansion was magnificent, even if he wasn't a corrupt official, he wouldn't be clean. If the crown prince wanted to send him back on a whim, wouldn't it hurt Yan Ming's family.

"But the villain doesn't live there, the villain lives in an inn."

"Inn?" Li Hong glanced at him lightly, his calm eyes made Wu Yi's heart shudder.

"Yes, the villain lives in the inn."

Wu Yi wasn't sure if Li Hong had seen through his lies. Those clear and deep eyes seemed to penetrate into the bottom of his heart through the pupils, seeing everything.

Wu Yi did not read the history of the Tang Dynasty seriously. In his childhood memories, no matter whether it was TV dramas that were changed to extravagant hype or serious historical novels, Li Hong in them was always a prince known for his benevolence and weakness.

It was not his mind that was weak, but his body.

Li Hong died unexpectedly at the age of 25.

He still retains the wisdom and courage from the blood of Emperor Gaozu and Taizong, and added the determination and determination endowed by Empress Wu. If it is not for the entanglement of disease, it is difficult to imagine who the master of the Tang Dynasty will be in the next ten years .

It is Wu Zetian who is already in power and respected as a sub-sage.

Or is it the calm, meticulous, discerning young man in front of him?

Wu Yi took a deep breath: "If His Royal Highness has nothing to say, please forgive me for leaving."

He still hung around outside for more than an hour, and if he didn't go back, Yan Ming would probably have to report to the police.

Li Hong nodded slightly, and pointed to his waist: "Taiping is clamoring for your mask."

Wu Yi couldn't help smiling, Taiping was indeed still a playful and ignorant child, thinking about these gadgets all day long.

"If the princess wants it, give it to the princess." Wu Yi pulled off the mask and handed it to Li Hong.

It was the hidden guard behind Li Hong who took over the mask.

Only then did Wu Yi leave, and walked slowly to the brightly lit street.

It's better to find someone to ask the direction of Yan's mansion, it's already late at night, I'm afraid Yan Ming has already returned home and waited for him.

"Discussion!"

Before he and the passers-by could tell which servant Yan Gong was, he saw a young man wearing a yaksha mask waving desperately at him from a distance.

Wu Yi squeezed through the crowd, walked over quickly, and punched him playfully on the stomach.

"Bastard, where did you go?"

Yan Ming smiled nonchalantly, and put his arm around Wu Yi's shoulder: "It's me who should ask this question! I haven't seen you since I turned around. If it wasn't for a kind person who reminded me that you are here, I'm afraid I'm going to report to the police!"

"Good-hearted man?" Wu Yi's heart skipped a beat, "Who?"

Yan Ming scratched his head: "A passer-by, wait, where is your mask?"

"It's too crowded among the crowd." Wu Yi hurriedly urged him, "How did that person tell you?"

"It means you are in this place." Yan Ming's smile froze, and he recalled, "It's strange! I asked about the 'teenage boy wearing the Maitreya Buddha mask'. Your mask fell off, and he How do you know it's you?"

"...Maybe it's someone I know." Wu Yi vaguely walked over, but his heart was like a mirror, reminding Yan Ming that the person must be the prince's person.

He didn't want to hide it from Li Hong at first, but Yan Ming was an unknown student, and he had never met Li Hong before. How did he find his reckless "classmate" among the crowd?

Yan Ming still felt weird: "I know you, but I don't know me! What a strange thing, is there really a land god who guides the way?"

Wu Yi had no time to talk to him: "Maybe."

Seeing his lack of interest, Yan Ming thought he had lost his mask and was unhappy, so he generously took off his mask and gestured to Wu Yi's face: "Whether he is a god or a ghost, you put this mask on." , I guarantee that he will not dare to approach him in fright!"

This is simply a trick to amuse children, it is just appropriate to coax Taiping.Thinking of that airy and timid little thing, Wu Yi couldn't help but put on a smile: "This mask may scare ghosts and gods away, but it scares a lot of children away!"

Wait...a mask?

Wu Yi's heart suddenly lit up. This mask was fierce and terrifying. He had only seen Yan Ming and Li Hong wear it all night. Whenever he saw Li Hong, he called him "Yan Ming". It is already known that the person traveling with him is "Yan Ming" wearing a Yaksha mask.

With such a meticulous heart, it is really hard to imagine that the other party is just a young man of nineteen years old.

Seeing him laughing, Yan Ming grinned too, letting him tease and joke.

The two of them had their own thoughts and sneaked back to Yan's mansion through the back door. Yan Ming lost Wu Yi once, and he really had lingering fears. He didn't dare to take him out to play again. Be quiet and honest for a while.