Royal Road

On the mountain road, a convoy moved slowly. Four carts were towed in a row. Three knights led the horse to clear the way, and at the back was a strong servant protecting the vehicle. There were two horses accompanying them, always alert to the surrounding environment. The number of the entire team is not that much, but it reveals a power that people dare not to underestimate. In addition, the frame style is mediocre and not extravagant. There are really few people who can make such a tough idea.

Yi Yan's gray-blue eyes circled on both sides of the mountain road, gently pinched the horse's belly, urged the horse to come to the ox cart in the middle, and whispered: "Master, are you better? Do you want to stop and rest? "

"I'm fine. Continue on the road and settle down in the county at night." A voice came from the car, not energetic, but generally healthy.

Yi Yan was relieved now, and turned to the driver who was driving in front of him and said, "The ox cart should be more stable, don't go fast or slow. Alfon, let the two front guards go farther, and the alert expanded to five miles. "

Listening to the orderly arrangement outside, Liang Feng closed his eyes, desperately envious in his eyes. He originally thought that the last time he had motion sickness was just because of his frailty and sickness. Whoever wanted to take the car after raising him for so long was still feeling dizzy. It is estimated that the vestibular organs of the original owner have not grown well, and as long as they encounter bumps, they will feel dizzy and nauseous. It is ridiculous that he has taken countless means of transportation in his previous life, and has never tried the feeling of motion sickness. Back in ancient times, he experienced a solid experience.

Lying flat on the soft couch in the carriage, Liang Feng pretended that he was on a boat, trying to suppress the nausea that made his chest and abdomen tossing. Secretly vowed that I must improve the saddle and learn to ride a horse when I return home. These years, traveling far away by car is really not a human thing!

"Langjun, or let's go slower, anyway, there will be a few days before July 15th." Luzhu carefully wiped the cold sweat on Liangfeng's forehead with the kerchief, and softly persuaded. Originally, I didn't like to see Lang Jun go far, but now seeing him look like this makes the little maid very heartbroken.

"We still have to arrive a few days in advance, and we can't lose courtesy." Liang Feng replied weakly.

It’s the second best thing to be rude. If you go too late, many arrangements can’t be implemented, so how can you dare to delay on the road? With the owner's insistence, the convoy and the team drove away quickly for three days before taking a break in Tongyao. One is that Liang Feng is weak and needs to take a breath, and the other is that Tong Yan is where Jiang Mansion is located. After all, the doctor Jiang has saved his life, and he is rude if he fails to pass the door.

However, when the two met again after a long time, they were both surprised. The doctor Jiang did not expect that Liang Feng would dare to leave Liang's mansion and go out of such a long way. Liang Feng was shocked by the current appearance of the doctor Jiang, but he hadn't seen him for a few months. The old man had completely lost the spirit of the old man. He was old and tired, and he had a real dying air.

As if he could see Liang Feng's shock for a moment, the old man smiled and said, "I never thought that Zixi would even have the idea of ​​going to Jinyang."

Only then did Liang Feng come back to his senses: "Wang Zhongzheng invited me, I should have gone. It's a pity that Jin went to Luoyang, otherwise there should be two figures above the Fa conference."

"It's just a fictitious name." Grand Doctor Jiang waved his hand casually. "This time Darer went to Beijing, it was unexpected. Now that I am too old and weak, it is better to stay at home. It is the method of the case you mentioned. It is useful, and a new typhoid medical book can be compiled in two months at the latest."

Unexpectedly, the doctor Jiang became sick like this. He was still thinking about his medical skills. Liang Feng couldn’t help but persuade: “As long as the case is in hand, the book will be the same when and when it is written. The Jinyang affairs are too exhausting, and Jiang Weng still has to take a good rest. Yes."

Doctor Jiang smiled without answering, but instead asked: "How is your body? Let me check your pulse again."

Looking at the opponent's old but still bright eyes, Liang Feng was silent for a moment and stretched out his hand. Mr. Jiang stroked his beard and pulsed as he did a few months ago. After a long time, he nodded: "You are weak and hurting your mind when traveling. I will give you a potion of smelling incense and put it in a sachet. I will smell it later when riding in the car. The last smell can alleviate the dizziness. You should continue to take the medicine you have previously prepared, and you can change to other prescriptions when it's autumn."

"Thank you Jiang Weng."

"Don't thank me. When the medical book is completed, it will be my biggest wish that more people can read this book." The doctor Jiang said like a request, as if talking to himself.

Liang Feng had such a moment of aphasia, and then solemnly nodded: "As long as I'm alive, I will let this good law spread all over the world."

This promise is really too big, but Doctor Jiang smiled: "Please, Zixi."

Does this know that Jiang Da's trip to Luoyang is bound to be unsuccessful? Is it still clear that after this trip to Jinyang, his reputation will far exceed that of the past? However, no matter what the doctor Jiang thought, those words were from the heart of Liang Feng. If other roads are not available, he will find ways to change the way so that these truly beneficial things can be passed on to the world, and it will not be in vain to take the pains of the doctor.

None of them are suitable for long talks, Liang Feng just chatted a few words, and then went to rest. But the soft bed failed to make him sleep well. There are disturbances in my head, they are all things that make people worry.

While away from home, Yi Yan stayed by his couch as usual. After Liang Feng turned over again, he finally couldn't help asking: "Lang Jun can't sleep, do you want to burn some benzoin?"

"No need..." Lie in the shadow of the bed curtain, Liang Feng whispered softly, "Yi Yan, do you want to live in the future?"

"Follow the lord's side and defend the lord and Liang's mansion." There was no doubt in Yi Yan's voice, and the answer was simple.

Liang Feng's voice was not relaxed: "A big ship fell into the water and is about to sink. Ten thousand people cry, can you save it?"

"Do your best to save the people around you." Yi Yan also remained silent for a moment, and finally replied.

"...Do your best." Liang Feng didn't repeat the second half sentence, but just read the first half sentence again, and then gently closed his eyes.

Early the next morning, bid farewell to Jiang Mansion, and the team continued on their way. It took another three days to arrive outside Jinyang in the evening.

Jinyang is not like any city that I have seen before. The city wall more than three feet high stands between the sky and the earth, as if the end can't be seen at a glance. This place has been governed by Bingzhou in the past, and now it is the capital of Taiyuan country. The natural atmosphere is extraordinary! Many soldiers who had never been out of Liang's Mansion were already dumbfounded, but Yi Yan had been to Jinyang. Instead of being frightened, he felt that this city wall was not as strong as he saw when he was a child.

With a flick of the reins, he came to the bullock cart: "Master, I'm in Jinyang City, do you want to enter the city?"

"Well, let's go to the palace first." Jinyang City is indeed extraordinary, but it is far behind the city walls of Xi'an in later generations. How could Liang Feng be bluffed by these things.

Yi Yan nodded slightly: "All cheer up and enter the city!"

The convoy creaked through the heavy Wengcheng and drove into Jinyang City. The palace is located in the east of the city. There are many high gates here, and the houses are faint, but they can't hold down the top valves like Jinyang Wang's. Ordinary visitors can't even climb the high-level Zhumen, but when Liang Feng's frame came to the front of the palace gate, a team of servants greeted him and led the convoy into the side door.

This should be Wang Wen who got the news and sent someone to greet him. After Yi Yan was left behind to settle down, Liang Feng followed the two maids and walked to the outside hall. Wang Wen was already waiting in the hall, and seeing Liang Feng's figure, he got up and left the table and walked quickly toward this side.

"Wang Zhongzheng." Unexpectedly, Wang Wen would greet him at the door in person, and Liang Feng gave a deep bow, full of etiquette.

"Why does Zixi need to be polite." Wang Wen strode forward, raised Liang Feng's arm, his eyes swept across his face, and he couldn't help frowning. "Zixi's face is still so haggard. You are tired."

"Wang Zhongzheng is serious. It's just a few days of traveling, and it's not comparable to the painstaking efforts of Zhongzheng and others in Jinyang." Liang Feng replied, his tone of voice a little more sincere. As far as Wang Wen's identity is concerned, it is commendable to be able to support the prevention and control of the epidemic in this way.

However, Wang Wen smiled: "If Zixi dreams of meeting the Buddha, how can I wait for anything? It is too late today, Zixi, you will have a good rest, and until tomorrow, I will hold a banquet to meet you."

As he said, he said to the maid beside him: "Bai Lu, take Liang Langjun to Mu Yuting to rest."

Unexpectedly, Wang Wen was so considerate, and Liang Feng smiled and gave his hand: "Thank you Wang Zhongzheng."

Although he had taken care of his appearance before entering the mansion, Liang Feng was still a little embarrassed after a few days of long-distance travel. Such orders can be described as considerate, and go beyond the treatment of ordinary guests. But the person who said it was generous, and the person who received it was free and easy, but it meant more intimacy. Wang Wen was naturally satisfied with Liang Feng's performance, and gave a few more exhortations, telling him to take a good rest before the maid sent him away.

Mu Yuting is on the west side of the main courtyard. It is obviously also carefully managed. There is a pond of lotus and green bamboo in the garden. In the twilight, the bamboo leaves rustle, the sound is like drizzle, and the lotus fragrance comes with the wind, fresh and pleasant.

Bai Lu opened a room door neatly with his hands and feet: "Liang Langjun, the fragrant soup has been prepared, and he also invites Langjun to take a bath and change clothes."

I saw that the screen in the room had been erected, and the two maidservants were standing on both sides of the gold bathtub with their heads down, looking like they were ready to take a shower.

Liang Feng nodded slightly: "Just have me as a maid, don't bother you."

Bai Lu is an obedient person, and immediately replied with a smile: "Since the emissary is not used to outsiders, I will wait outside the door. If you have an order, just call it."

After that, the two maids also leaned back slightly and exited the door. Lu Zhu had been nervous from the very beginning, it was much larger than Liang's Mansion, and she was so strict that she didn't even dare to show up. Now that there are no outsiders, she finally stroked her chest lightly and whispered: "Langjun, let's take a shower first."

I have been in the car for several days, so I should wash it well. Liang Feng didn't mind, took off his robe and stepped into the bathtub. Wang is worthy of being the ministers of the past dynasties. The details are meticulous. Needless to say, the bath bean soap and the like. The maidservant who just added hot water came twice. From stepping into the bathtub to the end of the bath, the water temperature is always at the same level. A constant temperature that is comfortable for the body and mind. After taking a shower comfortably, even the discomfort caused by motion sickness these days has gone away for the most part.

Leaning on the couch, Liang Feng asked Lu Zhu to wipe his long hair, while Jiang Ni was outside early.

When he came, the anxiety had completely disappeared. Jiang Ni's eyes were shining, and he whispered: "Lord Lang is a good calculation, no one in Jinyang City knows the Lord, and the Fa conference is even more eye-catching."

"Oh? It went so smoothly?" Liang Feng raised his eyebrows. He knew that Wang Wen and Jiang Da would be widely known for him, but he didn't expect that they would be able to win such popularity without even showing their faces.

"Is it a lie for the Buddha to enter his dream?" Jiang Ni was already convinced at this moment. Thinking about the changes over time, he felt that it must be because of the guidance of the gods and Buddha. However, there is one thing that he still didn't understand, "Why doesn't the lord enter Jinyang again tomorrow? If anyone knows that the lord enters the city, he will inevitably greet each other..."

Liang Feng shook his head: "One blast, then decline, and three are exhausted. The Fa conference is the key. You can spread the story of my staying in the palace in the past two days. Wait until the day of the Fa conference, you will see the decision."

"Little understands!" Jiang Ni quickly replied.

"Well, you go down first. Remember to count the paper chinaware you brought this time, and don't make any mistakes." Liang Feng waved his hand and made Jiang Ni back down.

The hair that had been dried off was gently pulled up by the green bamboo, but Liang Feng did not get up, leaning on the couch and closing his eyes to rest. This is Jinyang Palace, not home. It is also necessary to be cautious in all matters to make friends with the famous children of these generations of hairpins. Get some energy first and take part in tomorrow's banquet.