Song Beiyun

So Song Beiyun habitually carries a bag on his body, which contains the most precious documents and materials. In his words, these things are more important than the lives of 10 people, and he is naturally included in these 10 people .

After this class, among the several imperial doctors, some were confused and some had bright eyes, obviously they went to two different directions.

"I know that these things are a bit deviant, and you can even report me, but I hope someone can inherit these things." Song Beiyun suddenly said solemnly: "Not now, at least you can understand in the future, I'm not saying that you are from the same sect Or what, but you have almost represented the best doctors of this era."

Several imperial doctors stood up and bowed together: "Thank you, uncle."

While talking, the old imperial doctor came in from the outside. After seeing this scene, he was a little confused, but when he was about to speak, he found the picture album in Song Beiyun's hand. He went up to look at it curiously, and immediately knelt down. He turned around and looked at it carefully, but couldn't lift his head after seeing it.

Song Beiyun didn't stop him either, but when the old imperial doctor was about to turn the pages with saliva, he coughed with all his strength, which made the old man tremble with fright.

However, the old man seemed to have come to his senses. He wiped his hands vigorously on his clothes without any image before continuing to turn the page, page by page. My own joint muscles seem to be verifying.

After looking over and over for a long time, the old imperial doctor was numb all over before he yelled for his apprentices to help him up, but seeing his red eyes, he was holding the picture book and refused to let go: "Little brother, this is the uncle left by the master." The next relic?"

"A relic?" Song Beiyun stretched his neck and stared, "He's not dead yet!"

"Senior uncle is still alive?" The old imperial doctor trembled unconsciously: "Counting it all together, my uncle is also in his eighties."

"Hey...he." Song Beiyun waved his hand: "Don't mention it, drinking and eating meat can do anything, and just after his [-]th birthday, he traveled around the world."

Life at seventy is rare since ancient times. In this era when the average working people at the bottom were less than 80 and the emperor was less than [-], [-] years old is simply an old god, okay?

Just like that, I went to travel around the world... The old imperial doctor was deeply impressed.

Of course, Song Beiyun hasn't told him yet. The old man looks sloppy, but he has muscles after taking off his clothes. Since he learned about fitness from Song Beiyun, the old guy has been fond of tossing that thing, and even coquettishly said that he would let the brothel Ladies, let's see what is 80-year-old boy's skill.

"Junior brother... this album..."

"No." Song Beiyun resolutely refused: "You can just read it here. This thing is more precious than that note. I can copy the note from memory. It took me ten years."

I understand...Of course the old imperial doctor understands. Looking at the smooth paper, the colorful paint and the detailed picture that looks like the real thing, this is not a treasure that can be measured by money.

"Then... Junior Brother, can Senior Brother stay in Luzhou for a while, so that... I can learn more from Junior Brother." The old imperial doctor is also easy to learn, but he is a little embarrassed: "This can be regarded as a treasure of the master, I... ..."

"That's okay, and I hope you can call more young disciples and grandchildren. This may be really difficult to accept when you are old." Song Beiyun said sincerely: "After all, it is a new thing, and it is completely different from the medical skills we know. different."

The old imperial doctor nodded heavily: "That's right, it can be said to be deviant. However... since ancient times, my disciples have been dedicated to this deviant thing. The younger brother is indeed a genius, so good... really good, I have sent People are going to call the disciples of the sect to pay respects to the younger brother."

"Don't be so big... I'm shy."

Chapter 104: May 5th is cloudy and hot

The summer in the south has officially arrived at this point in time. As a traveler, Song Beiyun is most afraid of summer.

Although there is no urban heat island effect due to factors such as high-rise buildings and high carbon emissions, the temperature in this era is slightly lower than in the future as a whole, but the dog days can still reach 34-36 degrees Celsius, and now it is the most uncomfortable in the south before the Dragon Boat Festival. rainy season.

The weather like a steamer without seeing the sun makes people sweat, sticky and wet even if they don’t move. In this kind of weather, even the cute little sisters are not cute. The most comfortable way is to take off naked lying on a bamboo bed and drinking ice water.

However, Song Beiyun has been deprived of even the right to lay his corpse in Xia Tian for the past two days. This brother, who is almost 50 years older than himself, will come to knock on the door in person every morning, calling Song Beiyun to go to the river to practice Wu Qinxi ...

"Junior brother, as a doctor, one must have a strong body. You can see that senior brother is still strong after sixty years of age. Although he can't compare with the immortal physique of his uncle, if he is an idler, no matter whether he is a prince, aristocrat or a peddler, he can't compare. "

The old imperial doctor practiced Wuqinxi over and over again and said to Song Beiyun: "Junior brother, you are good at work and industrious and playful. You are still young, and the great task of revitalizing this line of work rests on my junior brother."

Song Beiyun yawned sleepily and learned how to flap the wings of a bird. Hearing this, he let out an ah and turned his head: "Brother, why do you have so many disciples? Why is it me?"

"They... well... elm heads, all elm heads."

But the old imperial doctor said something angrily, then took off his coat straight away, got naked, and only wore a loincloth, he jumped into the river, flipping up and down like a fish swimming in the water.

"Wow, senior brother...you are so physically fit, are you pretending to be trembling normally?"

"Don't pretend, if you don't pretend to be those elm heads, you won't learn!" The old imperial doctor stuck his head out in the river: "I told them three years ago that my time was approaching, so they could inherit my mantle , Otherwise, I don’t know how many years I’ll be in it. Those elm trees! Well, let’s not talk about them, the junior and younger brothers come together, and entering the water this morning is just the principle of reconciling yin and yang, and strengthening the body.”

It is an indisputable fact that swimming is indeed good for the body, but Song Beiyun thinks about it, let himself take a mandarin duck bath with this old man in this beautiful place, it is physically disgusting.

"Brother, as an imperial physician, don't you know the secrets of the palace?"

"I do know a little bit, but it's very boring. It's better to indulge in the mountains and rivers with my junior brother." The old imperial doctor said that suddenly a dolphin jumped out of the water, and then plunged into the deep water area heavily. It has not been seen for a long time. people.

I'm afraid I'm drowning, right?Song Beiyun counted the time and found that it had been 3 minutes... He quickly got up to check, but he didn't expect the old man to come out from the other side of the river with a sound, his posture was more professional than professional.

"Junior Brother, let's compete to see who can swim faster."

"No, no, no..." Song Beiyun waved his hands again and again: "I still have a patient, I'm going to give him medicine later."

The old imperial doctor was quite disappointed and plunged back again, went ashore, wiped his body, put on his clothes, and turned back into the slow and trembling old man again, and then said to Song Beiyun while arranging his hair: "By the way, junior brother, the day before yesterday I A few disciples were invited to treat a young man, but they saw a strange thing. An almost incurable disease was cured with a bizarre method. Before, I was surprised which genius doctor it was, but now it seems that it is you, my junior. "

"Young man, you say it's Beipo, the son of An Shi."

"it seems that."

"Senior brother, just take a look. Senior brother's morality is much higher than mine."

This is really not a compliment, although this old man is eccentric, but in the entire Great Song Dynasty and even the Jinliao Grassland, this old man's reputation is top-notch, at the level of the patriarch.He is an imperial doctor, but usually he doesn't treat illnesses, he just puts it there as a mascot, and when he encounters problems with his disciples and grandchildren, he helps out, and most of the time he is tossing about strange things.

He is willing to work hard to come to Luzhou this time. One reason is that he heard that someone successfully prevented the plague. You must know that the most common way to deal with the plague in this era is to find a place to surround it, regardless of whether it is infected or not, and let people fend for themselves in it. , How to prevent, how to isolate, and how to diagnose are all difficult problems, so he decided to come and see for himself.

The second thing is that he really misses his good grandson at home. Hearing that the good grandson has set off from Hongzhou Mansion to Luzhou to take part in the state examination, he simply came over directly and stayed longer then, and see you again Meet my dear grandson.

It's just that this time, surprises and shocks followed one after another. The reappearance of the master's lineage is like a treasure for this sect with a thin population and scattered everywhere, isn't it? Ability, except for being a little lazy, the rest really meets the requirements of the sect, and it is better than those few elm bumps I don't know how much better.

"Junior brother, don't tease me as a brother." The old man waved his hands again and again, and said with a serious face: "In the journey of medicine, those who have mastered it are the first. , if I can go back to when I was young, I will definitely figure out why."

"It's not too late now." Song Beiyun said with a smile: "Let's go, brother and I go to the Governor's Mansion to have a look. If Mr. An doesn't have a fever today, he will be fine."

"Let's go, let's go." The old imperial doctor looked excited, like a child: "It's for me to see and see."

On the way to the governor's mansion together, the two of them bought a piece of mustard cake and drank a bowl of sesame oil soup. During the meal, the old imperial doctor lamented that the hundreds of thousands of disaster victims outside the city had not affected the city. King Fu is indeed a generation of virtuous kings, and his ability to govern is truly top-notch in the world.

To this, Song Beiyun repeatedly said yes.

He also said that his family's good grandson admired King Fu the most, especially after the turmoil of the victims, King Fu's reputation outside the world was so good that it made people panic, because compared with the inaction of the Song Dynasty, King Fu What you do is much, much stronger.

Regarding this, the old imperial doctor concluded that after a while, King Fu might start to beg for protection, but Song Beiyun felt that this was unlikely, because it was not in the interest of Zhao Xing. Zhao Xing apparently represented the imperial court but in fact Those who wear a pair of trousers with King Fu, the enemies they are fighting against are the existing literati groups, clan groups and squire groups in the Song Dynasty.

If these three mountains are not removed, King Fu will definitely be safe and healthy forever.

But it's not absolute, maybe under the pressure of the literati group, Fu Wang may make a series of concessions, but who cares, Song Beiyun is just a candidate for the seventh-rank recommendation, and the gods above are fighting now But it's not his turn.

"Brother, do you have tattoos on your body?"

"Tattoos? What tattoos?"

"Oh..." The old man shook his head: "That means it's not the time yet. Since the master hasn't told you, it means the time is not yet. I can't say much."

This old man...why is he talking about it?Song Beiyun looked him up and down, but he didn't pay much attention, and knocked on the door of the governor's house with a mustache in his mouth.

These days, he basically comes to deliver medicines to Beipo every day. The guards and servants of the governor's mansion are already familiar with him. In addition, he almost has a kindness to rebuild Beipo. Those imperial doctors said that Beipo Poe was dragged back from the ghost gate, so from top to bottom, the governor's mansion treated Song Beiyun with respect, and even the governor himself was extremely polite.

So when he enters the back house, he only needs to pass a message, and no one will and no one will dare to make things difficult.

After entering the back house, it happened that Beipo was eating. The governor should be at work at this point, so there was not so much courtesy. After Beipo saw Song Beiyun, he stood up quickly: "My dear brother, hurry up, sit down quickly. Xiao Cui , hurry up and prepare tea for Mr. Song and this old gentleman."

Song Beiyun walked forward with a smile, sat down beside him, and looked Beipo up and down: "Brother Beipo looks much better."

"TOEFL TOEFL." Beipo solemnly put down the bowl and chopsticks and said to Song Beiyun, "If it wasn't for my virtuous brother's rejuvenation, I'm afraid there will only be a wisp of smoke left for my brother."

"Hahaha, no, no, brother Beipo is very lucky. If it wasn't for the compatibility of my medicine with brother Beipo, I would have nothing to do."

This is true. If Beipo is allergic to penicillin, then Song Beiyun can only stare blankly. He only has penicillin as an antibiotic. Among the five major antibiotics, cephalosporin, penicillin, mycin, nidazole, and sandstar, there are hundreds of antibiotics. Just one penicillin is far, far worse.

"Who is this old gentleman?"

The old imperial doctor's face was cold, with a fairy-like appearance, completely different from the white stripes in the waves just now in the river, it really looked like that.

"This is enshrined in the Imperial Hospital, Imperial Physician Yan."

Hearing this name, Beipo immediately got up and bowed to the old imperial doctor. This is a great medical officer appointed by the imperial court. Although he has no real power, he is also treated as a second-rank official. Even the dean of the imperial hospital is his disciple. , one can imagine how high his status is.Not to mention Beipo, even his father had to salute when he saw him, and even many officials of the first and second ranks had to salute when they saw him, as long as they were not older than him.

You must know that in this society where doctors are generally not of high status, it would not be an exaggeration to describe such a person as rare. The last person to receive such treatment was Sun Simiao, the former king of medicine.

"You don't need to be too polite." The old imperial doctor said solemnly, "The old man will diagnose your pulse today."

At that time, Beipo was shocked, and his complexion became ugly. It felt like he was well in the hospital. He was about to be discharged from the hospital. Suddenly, the most respected expert and attending physician in the hospital came over and said, "I will come here in person today. Do all the checks again", this is not as simple as being scary, it is simply the horror of life.

"Brother Beipo, don't panic. Imperial Physician Yan is the best doctor in the world. If you want to eat something at this time, tell me."

Beipo's face turned green when he heard Song Beiyun's words. For a moment, he thought that his condition had improved because of a flashback.

Chapter 105: May 5th is cloudy and hot

"This damn weather."

Jin Ling'er was leaning on the rattan chair in the backyard in the palace, her clothes were half untied, and the round fan in her hand was fanning frequently, while in the small pavilion Qiao Yun was carefully tossing a pair of trousers, Qiao Qiao was sitting there drawing a picture on a piece of paper. Her favorite costume designs.

The only one was Zuo Rou, who was pitifully studying there with the book Song Beiyun majored in and Jin Linger assisted in compiling the Song Dynasty's number one scourge of women's rights—"How a Lady Is Made".

The title of the book is just like that, it was born specifically for bitches, the tricks in it are deadly, and the sentences in it are alluring, if a man with no ability, he will definitely not be able to resist Chapter 3.

"I want to go drink." Zuo Rou put down the book and tore off the bead flower on her head: "My old lady hates such vulgar things."

Zuo Rou is wearing pearl flowers. If Song Beiyun sees this, he can laugh at her for three years, and even think about what he will say. Words such as "showing breasts and drinking wine" are definitely indispensable.

Obviously he is younger than me, okay?A few years is small, a few months is small, a few days is small, even a few hours is small!

"You want to fart." Jin Ling'er raised her head, "Young Master Wang is coming tomorrow, what are you waiting for?"

Zuo Rou pursed her lips and muttered unhappily, this passive skill sometimes made her look cute and sometimes she looked like a pure idiot.

"Insert the bead flower for me, and continue to write down the things in the book. We are all busy for you, but you are good, thinking about drinking and running wild all day long. Let me see, you should marry that high school." In a big family, you are bound by the rules of etiquette day and night, and if your words and deeds are wrong, you will be accused of not following the way of women."

"Then I might as well die!" Zuo Rou put down the book and sighed with a full face: "When will that dead thing be willing to talk about Journey to the West to Chapter 8? It's been so long, it's annoying. Damn it!"

Qiaoyun raised her head and looked at her with a smile, but she didn't speak because of her status. Instead, she said charmingly: "He's been very busy these days, and his heels don't even touch the ground. It's dark today. I was called away, and he hadn’t returned when I went out, so I don’t know what he was doing.”

"What are you talking about, bad luck." Jin Ling'er said angrily, "I told you to come to me the next day, and it's been a few days, and there's no sign of him, you damned bitch."

"You're cursing and cursing in front of him." Zuo Rou sneered, "I don't know who is obedient in front of others, but swears in front of others."

"Hey, Sister Rou, did I poke your weakness? Such a jump? Let me tell you, if you don't marry the Wang family, it's not because of the rules of etiquette, right? It's because you have a heart outside, and you can't bear to let it go."

If her teeth were sharp, Jin Ling'er would probably only suffer from Song Beiyun. If she put it on other people, her combat effectiveness is top notch. Not only is she driving a car, she is only capable of such yin and yang, and only Song Beiyun, an old hermaphrodite To be able to bear it.

Qiaoyun and Qiaoqiao never argue about this, Qiaoyun is because of identity issues, while Qiaoqiao has the mentality of watching the excitement.

"Okay, Sister Rou, stop arguing with Jin Ling'er, let's choose the fabric." Qiaoqiao interrupted the dispute between Jin Ling'er and Zuo Rou: "If you hurry up, you can still rush to work for Sister Rou today." Sew the shirt off."

Zuo Rou stepped forward with some reluctance, and rummaged through the sample rolls in the pretty little bag. While looking for fabrics, she muttered: "I wear colorful clothes all day long, and it's awkward to look at. The smell of wind and dust."

Qiao Qiao has long been used to Zuo Rou's thoughts, she automatically filtered these words and then introduced various fabrics to Zuo Rou.

"This piece is Sichuan embroidery. It is more expensive than Su embroidery, but it looks old-fashioned. Su embroidery is smart but more suitable for Your Royal Highness. Let me see, Sister Rou is suitable for this Cantonese embroidery."

"It's up to you." Zuo Rou didn't bother to choose after hearing it: "Anyway, I don't care."

With a pretty smile, she put the sample back into her bag, walked into the back room and took out a large volume of exquisite Cantonese embroidery. Compared with the calm and restrained of Shu embroidery, and the bright and colorful of Su embroidery, Cantonese embroidery is unique in its full layout and lush patterns. It is famous for its warm scenes, rich colors, strong contrast, and bright red and green.

Qiaoqiao seems to be a born artist. Although she has no professional training in the past, she has a unique vision. Even Song Beiyun feels that if she is in the future, she will definitely become that kind of world-class fashion designer.

She unfolded the roll of Cantonese embroidery and drew it on Zuo Rou.It's no comparison, I don't know, after a comparison, I found that the Cantonese embroidery is really suitable for Zuo Rou.

First of all, Zuo Rou has the slenderest body, her slim waist and hips are top-notch. The shortcoming is that her upper body is a little thinner, but this flowery Cantonese embroidery just makes up for her shortcoming. Because of the complexity of the patterns, people ignore it. Zuorou's flat chest was highlighted, and the relatively dark tone also made her look more gentle and calm.

"That's the choice."

Qiaoqiao looked at it with satisfaction, and then she pulled out the scissors from the side like a martial arts master, and cut the whole piece of fabric with a sizzling sound, and then the ruler and chalk all went into battle to cut the fabric neatly.

This process was smooth and smooth, and it was quite enjoyable to watch. Even Qiao Yun stopped what she was doing and concentrated on watching her as a tailor.

And when it comes to being a female worker, Qiaoyun really can't do it. Although she herself works very hard, she was born with a knives and guns. Qiaoqiao is so skillful, her eyes are full of envy.

"Qiaoqiao, why are you so skilled?"

"I have liked it since I was a child. Brother Beiyun often bought fabrics for me to practice. No one else is familiar with my hands." Qiaoqiao said with a smile while cutting: "Now that I think about it, it's the fabrics I practiced. It's a pity to buy a house with a yard in Luzhou Prefecture..."

"I'm really envious of others." Jin Ling'er came over and leaned against the pavilion to look at Qiaoqiao: "Someone has protected and pampered you since you were a child, but with that guy's temperament, you have often been treated lightly, right?"

Qiaoqiao lowered her head, her face turned red, but she didn't refute, she just glanced at Qiaoyun sideways: "That's not as good as sister Qiaoyun, who is the one who gets bullied the most."

How could Qiaoyun not understand that at that moment, her whole body turned as translucent as a boiled lobster, and even the skin on her arms turned pink and translucent.

"Huh? Qiaoyun?" Jin Ling'er tilted her head and looked at Qiaoyun: "Have you been bullied too?"

Qiao Yun waved her hands again and again: "No no no no...don't listen to pretty nonsense."

Qiao Qiao didn't speak, she just pursed her lips and smiled lightly, but when her eyes met Qiao Yun's, Qiao Yun quickly avoided, typical with a ghost in her heart.

Naturally, this small detail would not be discovered by Zuo Rou, a foolish fool, but Jin Ling'er was as careful as a needle, she found something wrong at a glance, her eyes narrowed slightly, and let out a faint cold snort , turned around and returned to his recliner, no longer participating in these discussions.

Although there were some small waves, the speed of Qiaoqiao's hands did not decrease at all, and she quickly sewed out the general shape of the clothes, and the rest was completed as long as the hemming was done.

"Sister Rou, give it a try, I'll see where I need to fix it."