Practicing Medicine in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 111 Di Renjie

Wu Yi couldn't help but jump in his heart: "Duke Zhou means..."

Zhou Xing closed the door and cut off the bright moonlight behind him. In the dimly lit room, only his eyes were shining.

He slowly approached Wu Yi's side, and pressed his low voice into the other's ear.

"Actually, it doesn't matter how General Zhenwu died. What matters is who poisoned him with such a cruel hand. I think there are not many people who can confirm this matter now, and you are one of them, Taiyi Wu." One."

Wu Yi smiled lightly, did not speak, and put on a posture of listening attentively.

Only then did Zhou Xing continue: "General Zhenwu was indeed killed by Zhang Qiren, but Zhang Qiren had never had any grievances with him. Who was he doing all this scheming for?" Only you, Imperial Physician Wu, know."

Speaking of this, a hint of envy flashed in his eyes: "I once said that I envy you very much, because you really have very good luck, and every day when you encounter some crises, you can become She brought back the key person in the city, such a blessing, but others can't even ask for it."

Hearing this, Wu Yi couldn't help laughing: "But sometimes the more you know, the greater the danger you bear. Isn't Zhang Qiren a living precedent?"

Zhou Xing stared at him fixedly, with sparks in his eyes: "Wealth and wealth are all in danger. If you can live a prosperous life like his old man, even if you die, it will be worth it."

It's not bad to apply these words to Zhou Xing himself.

I don't know if Zhou Xing will remember the words of persuasion today when he is forced into the hot vat by Lai Junchen in the future?

Thinking of the words "please enter the urn", Wu Yi couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

As a cruel official, Zhou Xing killed innocent and loyal people, so it was not a pity to die, but when the Queen of Heaven wanted to sacrifice any of the pawns in her hands, she did not hesitate at all.She is so sober and ruthless, she can abandon the car at any time to save her handsome face and cut her tail off to survive.

Such resolute determination makes people feel terrified.

Knowing so many secrets behind it, could the Queen of Heaven really allow him to live in this world?

I'm afraid the answer may not be as enviable as Zhou Xing said.

Obviously, Zhou Xing and Wu Yi had different ideas.

Today, he has finally turned his official career and entered the three provinces and six departments that he had dreamed of. He used his power to prove to those who used to disdain him how wise and extraordinary he was, and that he was able to act at every critical juncture. make the most correct choice.

The momentary scenery is like a pair of gentle hands of a lover, easily covering his shrewd and sharp eyes, making him let go of his guard for many years, and even forgetting the old and unchanged lesson.

All he could see now was the young man in front of him, as if looking at the next stepping stone on his way to power.

As long as he can be persuaded to make the simplest choice, he will be able to gain the deeper trust of the Empress Dowager and stabilize his position in the Xinwu Sect. From then on, he will be able to rise to the top and have a bright future. Wouldn't it be great?

For the time being, he suppressed the throbbing in his heart, and carefully observed Wu Yi's facial expressions, hoping to get some useful information from them.

However, Wu Yi still maintained a calm posture, as if the fire was burning to the eyebrows, but it was not enough to make him show a panicked look.

He pondered for a moment, and then gave an ambiguous answer: "If Zhou Gong said, the next official will think about it carefully."

Hearing this, Zhou Xing felt slightly relieved.

He believed that under Wu Yi's calm face, he had seen clearly the pros and cons of the situation.

"The Queen of Heaven intends to save your life, so you must not let her old man down."

After throwing this sentence, Zhou Xing left with a smile.

As his footsteps gradually drifted away, the originally steady burning candle was suddenly stirred by a gust of wind, and a huge lantern burst out.

Li Jing jumped down from the beam, bringing down a cloud of dust.Faint dust and smoke billowed in the dim lights, adding a bit of depressing atmosphere to the already dim room.

"Master, what are you going to do?"

It was the Queen of Heaven who surrendered, distorted the facts of the year, and poured dirty water on Prince Li Xian in order to save her own life.

Or should he turn against Zhang Wenguan and tell the truth about the Queen of Heaven's instigation to murder the elders and ministers, and put himself in a dangerous situation?

Perhaps in the eyes of others, this is an extremely simple choice, but Li Jing knows that his master's seemingly gentle face hides such a hard bone that he would not give up, and he knows that there are nine horses in his indifferent and peaceful temperament. Stubbornness that can't be pulled back.

Can't help clenching palms into fists, and grinding into rings.

If this person died, he didn't dare to imagine how he would live alone in this resplendent cage, and he didn't know how he would walk alone on this long road of human growth, even if he had been chasing this person all his life. Whether it is from the back, it is better than the misery of being alone and dying.

Several years of time suddenly turned before my eyes, only to realize that those days when we walked in parallel were so happy.

He stared at the person in front of him, reluctant to blink for a moment, as if he would disappear from his eyes as soon as he looked away.

Wu Yi did not immediately answer his words.

He sat down at the table, and with the dim light, he wrote down a prescription that had been brewing in his heart for a long time.

Then, he handed the prescription to Li Jing: "You keep this prescription for me. After I go to Dali Prison, I will definitely use it."

Li Jing took the prescription and browsed it hastily. It turned out that the prescription of Anesthesia Powder added Pinellia, Dannanxing and other herbs.

In the blink of an eye, Wu Yi already understood Wu Yi's intention.

He solemnly put away this thin paper prescription, like putting away a precious bill of gold, and the weight on it was the master's life.

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A few days later, people from the Dali Prison really came to "invite" Wu Yi over, saying that someone had exposed a long-standing case and needed Wu Yi as a witness to cooperate with the investigation and provide testimony.

And the person in charge of investigating this case, as Zhang Yi said, is the current Minister of Dali Temple, Di Renjie Di Gong.

This well-known big man is not as handsome and charming as he is portrayed in later TV dramas, he can even be said to be plain in appearance, invisible to the public, with fine lines spreading from the corners of his eyes all over his face. The entire cheek made him look a little tired, but those black and white eyes were still full of energy, revealing an unusual enthusiasm.

Relying on this near-resolute enthusiasm, he tried a large number of squeeze cases in a year, involving more than [-] people, but no one complained of injustice.

The case before him now happens to be an unsolved case that cannot be resolved.

The victim has been dead for many years, and the culprit has long since turned into a dead bone. The only living person left in this world who can speak is this young man with clear eyebrows and an indifferent expression.

In fact, as early as today, there were two people who visited Dali Temple Prison. One was Zhang Yi, the eldest son of Zhang Wenguan, a guest of the present prince, and the other was Zhou Xing, an official of Shangshu Province.

The two of them expressed different views on this unsolved case that had been buried for several years and only now surfaced again.

Zhang Yi thought that the Queen of Heaven wanted to get rid of Li Ji, an old official with whom she had a grudge, but Zhou Xing thought that it was the current prince Li Xian who wanted to get rid of the party members who honored the emperor.

The only thing in common is that they are convinced that the culprit who poisoned and murdered General Zhenwu was Zhang Qiren, an imperial physician who murdered Prince Li Hong. It seems so simple on the surface.

Like other officials who act on hearing the news and watch from the sidelines, Di Renjie also has a question in his mind.

That is who is behind the scenes?

Wu Yi had only one answer to this seemingly simple question.

--"have no idea".

Di Renjie supported his long beard inch by inch, as if he wanted to sort out all kinds of clues: "You also went in and out of General Zhenwu's residence with Zhang Qiren that day. Could it be that you didn't notice his tricks at all?"

Wu Yi couldn't help but smiled wryly: "If a trick can be detected so easily, then it is not a trick, not to mention that it takes years and years of hard work to poison the bones, if you don't pay attention to it, it is really difficult to penetrate the secret .This matter...is indeed an oversight by the subordinate officials."

Di Renjie asked again: "But the old man heard that you were single-handedly promoted by Zhang Qiren, and had a close relationship with him, and even almost became his student. Didn't he tell you about this?"

Wu Yi only answered calmly: "The official was just a little student who hadn't even read a book. How could Zhang Qiren reveal such a shocking secret to such a stranger?"

Di Renjie stared deeply at this young man who was only in his twenties and had a promising future, and he couldn't help feeling a pang of regret in his heart.

Decades of official career have tempered his black and white insight, true and false eyes and ears, so that he has enough experience to judge whether a person is telling the truth or lying.

He knew very well that Wu Yi was just a victim of this political vortex, no matter which side his testimony pointed to, people on the other side would not easily spare him.

To know more is to make more mistakes, too many secrets have been buried in Dali Temple.

Wu Yi is not the first, nor will he be the last.