Yang Ling and Young-niang wandered on the street as if they had lost their souls.
When Young-niang was well, she always stood behind him docilely, like the soft spring rain that nourished everything silently. Gradually, not only did others ignore her existence, but even Yang Ling seemed to have gotten used to her silent dedication and support. However, it was not until now that he suddenly realized that she could not always follow him like a shadow, take care of him, and accompany him. When the day came that Young-niang would leave him, Yang Ling was shocked to realize the fear of loss.
At this time, Yang Ling was anxious and afraid. His clothes were soaked in sweat. When the wind blew on his body, his body was cold. He had no time to think about his bloody buttocks. He roughly understood Magic Needle Liu's words. When he thought about it, he felt even more heartache. He only felt that Young-niang was strong and capable. Why didn't he think about how much pressure she could bear at such a young age?
A fifteen-year-old girl married into the Yang Family. She struggled to support the family alone. There was no help, no hope. The heavy psychological pressure and hard life, the hard work day and night, made her body deteriorate. It was only her spirit that kept her from collapsing.
In the cold winter, she only covered herself with a little quilt every night. Soon, she moved to the post office. The fire bed there turned the sudden cold into sudden heat. The cold in her body had penetrated deep into her lungs. She could not adapt to this sudden change. At that time, she had already planted the root of the disease. It was only because she had a good foundation that she could hold on until now.
Now, Yang Ling really wanted to cry but had no tears. He just ran for so long with Young-niang. Now he was tired and hungry. He really did not have a trace of strength to walk.
After turning a corner with difficulty, a speeding carriage stopped in front of them. A man in the carriage pulled the reins and shouted, "Damn, you don't want to live? Why don't you look at the road? If you alarm my master, I will send you to the yamen to eat the flogging. "
Yang Ling looked at him coldly and said word by word, "I just ate a paddle, and it was a paddle bestowed by the current Emperor. If you have the ability, come and try!"
How could the man believe his words? He let out a chuckle and was about to speak when Yang Ling took out a jade token and flashed it in front of him. He said in a low voice, "Tell your master to get out of the carriage. I am a fellow member of the Embroidered Uniform Guard. I want to use your carriage!"
The coachman was shocked. He looked at it but didn't recognize the brand of the Imperial Bodyguard. But since it involved the factory guards, it was better to believe it than not. He hesitated and turned back to the carriage. "Master, look …"
The curtain of the sedan was lifted and a middle-aged man in a green robe stuck his head out. He looked at Yang Ling's waist token with the help of the lantern hanging in the inn at the intersection. He couldn't help but be secretly shocked. He had seen many high officials and nobles, so he naturally recognized the waist token of the Imperial Bodyguard. He couldn't afford to offend this group of ancestors. He secretly cursed his bad luck and obediently got out of the carriage. He cupped his hands and said, "Greetings, Sir. How should I address you?"
Yang Ling carried Young-niang's lithe body and placed her on the carriage. He panted and said, "I don't have time to talk to you. I want to use your carriage and your coachman. I'll let him go later." He climbed onto the carriage and carefully placed Young-niang on the sedan chair. He gently kissed Young-niang's burning cheeks and said with tears in his eyes, "Young-niang, as long as your husband is here, you won't die. If you're not here, your husband will accompany you. We'll make a scene in the netherworld and we'll still be husband and wife in the next life."
After he finished speaking, he turned around and saw that the coachman was still in a daze. He couldn't help but roar, "You're still not leaving?"
The coachman was shocked and quickly said, "Where … where to? Sir, you didn't say anything. "
Yang Ling weakly waved his hand and half-knelt beside Young-niang. He hugged her and said, "We're going to find a doctor. You're the coachman and should know who's a famous doctor in the capital. Go from house to house, quickly!"
The coachman hesitantly pointed to the middle-aged man below the carriage and said, "My master is a famous doctor. He's an imperial physician."
"What?" Yang Ling was surprised and happy. He quickly jumped off the carriage and almost fell in front of the middle-aged man. He pulled the man and said, "Mister, what's your surname? Mister, please take a look at my wife. She … she … "Yang Ling was so excited that he wanted to cry and laugh at the same time. He couldn't say anything.
Although the man was an imperial physician, he didn't dare to offend the Imperial Bodyguard. Just now, he endured his anger and got off the carriage. Now that he saw Yang Ling turn from arrogant to respectful, he couldn't help but feel pleased. He smiled and said, "My surname is Tian and I'm a doctor in the Imperial Hospital. I wonder if your wife is feeling unwell? However, it's not convenient to take a pulse here. Sir, please follow me back to my humble abode. I'll take a more detailed diagnosis. "
"Okay, okay." Yang Ling hurriedly agreed. Thinking that he just chased the doctor off the carriage, he didn't know how to make room for him. Doctor Tian smiled and said, "Forget it. Your wife is ill so there's no need to get off the carriage. My humble abode is just ahead. Let's walk there."
Yang Ling didn't care about etiquette. He had to carefully accompany Imperial Physician Tian to his home. Imperial Physician Tian's home looked quite luxurious. On the lintel of the door hung a golden plaque: "Xing Lin Ju". When they arrived, Yang Ling carried Young-niang and followed him into the courtyard. They went straight to the main hall. Hanging high in the hall were 'Divine Physician', 'Saihuatuo', 'Famous Doctor of the Present Age' and countless other big and small plaques. Yang Ling felt even more at ease.
Imperial Physician Tian washed his hands slowly. While wiping them with a snow-white silk handkerchief, he walked over and looked at the unconscious Young-niang in Yang Ling's arms. He frowned and said, "Your wife seems to be suffering from cold and heat. Her skin is blocked and she has a high fever that won't subside!"
Yang Ling hurriedly nodded and said with a trembling voice, "Yes, yes, yes. Does the divine physician have a way to save her?"
Imperial Physician Tian shook his head slightly and took Young-niang's pulse for a while. Then he said with a troubled expression, "I am not good at cold and heat. In the thirteen departments of the Imperial Hospital, I specialize in Minor Fang Pulse. I am not good at this. But … in my opinion … even if there is a divine physician, it will be difficult!"
Yang Ling didn't know that Ming Destiny's Imperial Hospital was divided into thirteen departments: Major Fang Pulse, Minor Fang Pulse, Women's Disease, Typhoid, Ulcer, Acupuncture, Mouth and Teeth, Throat, Massage, Bone Setting, Gold Cluster, Ophthalmology, and Zhu You. He thought that these imperial physicians could cure all kinds of diseases. Although he didn't know what Minor Fang Pulse was, he could understand his words. He couldn't help but say in disappointment, "Divine Needle Liu also said that there is no medicine and no one who can cure her. Could it be … Could it be that Young-niang is really going to leave me?"
Imperial Physician Tian originally had a troubled expression on his face. After hearing this, he couldn't help but blurt out, "You went to see Divine Needle Liu? If he said it can't be cured, then it can't be cured? Although I am not an expert in this field, in the entire city of Beijing, the person who is the best at treating cold and heat diseases, other than the already deceased famous doctor of the present age, Mr. Wu Qingyuan, is my brother. If my brother is here, it may not be impossible to cure it. "
Yang Ling's spirit was refreshed. He hurriedly asked, "Where is your brother? Quickly ask your brother to take a look at my wife. As long as she can be cured, Yang Ling is willing to give all my wealth to thank you. "
Imperial Physician Tian held a position in the palace and was not allowed to open a clinic without permission. But because his brother was born with a lame leg and his facial features weren't right, he couldn't enter the court as a medical officer. So he opened this Xing Lin Ju. This clinic was not far from Wild Chrysanthemum Garden. The two had always been competitors. Hearing Divine Needle Liu's assertion that this patient was incurable, Imperial Physician Tian naturally refused to accept it. He couldn't cure her. As long as his family could cure her, then his reputation would be spread. Divine Needle Liu would never be able to compete with the Tian family for a day.
So Imperial Physician Tian cheered up and said to Yang Ling, "Your Excellency, don't worry. My brother went to visit his relatives in Sanhe Hometown. It's not far." He turned to the coachman and said, "Shaotang, you immediately drive back to Sanhe Hometown. Quickly pick up the First Master. Just say that there is a noble person in the capital asking him for treatment."
"Yes, Master." The coachman answered. Fortunately, the horse hadn't left the shaft yet. He hurriedly led the carriage out of the gate. With a long whip, the carriage went away.
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The next morning, the Hongzhi Emperor was full of energy and very happy. Yesterday, by punishing Yang Ling and others, he successfully suppressed Madame Jin's arrogance. He didn't know what she said to the Empress. When they returned to the palace, although the Empress was still sad, she didn't dare to cry and make a fuss.
The implementation of the new policy to limit the rights of the royal family had been planned for a long time. But the biggest resistance came from the Empress's family. And the emperor and nobles whose interests might be damaged would certainly keep an eye on the Zhang family. If the Zhang family didn't abide by the law, others would naturally follow. Now that Marquis Of Shouning was punished, the resistance to the new policy would be greatly reduced.
As Hongzhi expected, he originally wanted to wait for a period of time until the time was ripe to implement the new policy. At the morning court, Li Dongyang, Liu Jian, and Xie Qian, who had been released from prison, smoothly promulgated the new policy. All the civil and military officials in the court were aware of the situation and no one dared to oppose it.
Hongzhi was very happy. Seeing that there were no other important government affairs to deal with today, he was about to announce a strike when Minister Wang Qiong of the Ministry of Rites came out and reported, "Your Majesty, I heard that a few internal officials serving the Crown Prince in the Eastern Palace used the method of playing with dogs and horses to serve the Crown Prince. They obstructed Jameson Province from assisting the Crown Prince in his studies. Recently, I also heard that the Crown Prince's Study Attendant, Yang Ling, is also in cahoots with them.
Your Majesty, the Crown Prince is the heir to the throne of the country. Yang Ling was originally a scholar and was favored by Your Majesty. An exception was made for him to be a study attendant in the Eastern Palace. He didn't think of repaying Your Majesty's kindness and instead colluded with the scoundrels to cause trouble in the Eastern Palace. I ask Your Majesty to remove him from his position in the Eastern Palace and expel him from the court. "
Hongzhi was startled and said unhappily, "Dear minister, is it because you heard that Yang Ling was flogged yesterday? Although he was also flogged, I only punished him because he didn't fulfill his duty as a study attendant and couldn't stop the internal officials from delaying the Crown Prince's studies with fun. Yesterday, I went to the Eastern Palace to inspect the Crown Prince's studies. The Crown Prince's knowledge and experience have increased. This is due to the efforts of the three Grand Tutors, but it is not without the Study Attendant's contribution. "
Old Wang Qiong didn't agree and said, "Your Majesty, the Study Attendant has the responsibility of supervising the Crown Prince's studies. If he didn't fulfill his duty, it would be difficult for him to hold his position. I think that another capable person should be chosen to study in the Eastern Palace. After the results of the spring examinations are announced, Your Majesty can choose another capable person to send to the Eastern Palace. I am in charge of the Ministry of Rites. This is within the scope of my duty, so I dare not not report. "
Hongzhi smiled and said, "I know my dear minister's loyalty and uprightness. But Yang Ling has always been diligent in the Eastern Palace. Yesterday, I have already punished him. It seems that there is no need …"
Wang Qiong immediately fell to the ground and cried loudly, saying, "Your Majesty is magnanimous and benevolent, but the affairs of the Crown Prince are the affairs of the country. We cannot be careless. The Inner Palace only serves the Crown Prince's daily life. Even if there is some absurdity, we can still tolerate it. As a study attendant, I cannot fulfill my duty, but I absolutely cannot tolerate it. I am in charge of the Ministry of Rites. How can I see it and not say anything? See it and not participate? See it and not admonish it? "
Hongzhi couldn't stand Wang Qiong's wailing the most. Of all the civil and military officials in the court, his tear ducts were the most developed. He would often cry and admonish. But this old minister's moral and literary works were outstanding. He had always been an honest official, so Hongzhi couldn't do anything to him. Seeing him wail again, Hongzhi looked helplessly at Liu Jian.
The Grand Scholar Liu's heart was connected. As soon as he met the Hongzhi Emperor's eyes, he immediately reported, "Your Majesty, Lord Wang's proposal to select scholars in the spring examinations to study in the Eastern Palace is seconded by me. Yang's words don't carry much weight. It's not that he doesn't want to, but he really can't.
As for Yang Ling, he's only sixteen years old and he's already the top scholar in the Xuan government. His literary skills are certainly extraordinary. Previously, he wrote about the restructuring of the army, commanding the troops, and training the troops. It's quite innovative. I think that Yang Ling can be removed from his position as a Study Attendant, but this kind of talent should be promoted by the court. Your Majesty, why don't you summon him to the palace and report to the court? If it suits your Majesty's wishes, he can either hold a post in the court or be released to become an official. Once he's trained, who knows if he'll become an important official in the court? "
Hearing this, Hongzhi was delighted. He originally wanted to use Yang Ling after his son ascended the throne. But ever since he fell seriously ill before the new year, his body had been deteriorating. So these days, he was anxious to prepare for a rainy day for his son.
The loyalty of the old officials in the court was praiseworthy, but they were too steady and too lacking in initiative. Furthermore, at their age, they probably wouldn't last more than a few years. If he didn't find a suitable official to assist his son, after a few years, the old officials would wither away. How could he be at ease?
So now that he heard Wang Qiong's repeated requests to remove Yang Ling from his position as a Study Attendant, he had this idea. You say he's incompetent as a Study Attendant, but that doesn't mean he's incompetent as an official in the court. If I give him an official position, it won't be considered a dereliction of duty by the Ministry of Rites, right? Fortunately, Liu Jian was able to understand his intentions and come up with a solution that could satisfy both sides.
Hongzhi was afraid that Wang Qiong would raise another objection, so he immediately happily pointed to the little eunuch who was serving the inkstone by the imperial desk and said, "You, go and pass on my verbal edict. Have Yang Ling come to the Palace immediately."
The little eunuch jumped in fright. Usually, it was the Bingbi Bureau's specialized personnel who drafted the edict and sent someone to pass it on. He had never left the Palace to undertake such an errand. The little eunuch responded in panic and quickly walked down the side of the imperial steps. He felt his head was heavy and his feet were light. He was so excited that he almost missed a step and fell down.
The little eunuch had just walked down the steps of the imperial throne when Hongzhi suddenly said, "Wait!" The little eunuch quickly turned around. He saw that Hongzhi was silent for a moment before he smiled and said, "Take the brocade carriage to the Palace. Hehe, I'm afraid he won't be able to walk now."
The civil and military officials at the bottom of the steps were instantly in an uproar. Brocade carriage to meet? What kind of honor was this? Only a few Grand Scholars and the senior members of the court would occasionally have such treatment when they entered the Palace. It seemed that Official Wang's eyes were blurred from old age. This time he had kicked an iron plate. The Emperor of Hongzhi was clearly trying to protect him and put him in an important position.
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At this time, Yang Ling rode on the carriage borrowed from Imperial Physician Tian and galloped madly. Young-niang's complexion was getting worse. Her lips were chapped and she was barely breathing. Her face was ashen and painful. Yang Ling's heart also sank to the bottom.
He waited bitterly for an entire night before the Tian family's coachman brought back the Xing Lin expert who was about to fall apart. This Divine Physician Tian was indeed much more brilliant than his younger brother. He limped into the medical hall. He looked, listened, asked, and took a look. He immediately said with certainty, "Your wife is suffering from typhoid. This illness has been tolerated for a long time and should have acted up long ago. It's just that your wife's physique is far stronger than others, so she has endured until now."
Yang Ling's eyes were bloodshot from staying up all night. He stared with a pair of bloodshot eyes and asked fearfully, "But … But … Is there a way to save her?" The person in front of him was his last hope. At this moment of life and death, he asked this question. Not only did his teeth chatter, his body could not help but tremble.
Divine Physician Tian frowned slightly and said, "There is a way. My 'Pill of Tongzhen Relieving Bitterness' specializes in treating typhoid from the inside and outside. It's a miraculous prescription to reverse the flow of the real and the weak. It's just that … Sigh!"
He looked apologetically at Yang Ling and said, "Your wife has been treated too late. This pill requires two grams each of Angelica sinensis and Red Peony. Four grams each of Licorice, Ephedra, and five grams each of Jia Guan Gui. Grind them into fine powder and roast them in hot wine for three days before taking them immediately. Add another prescription and it will be cured. But now … Forgive me for being blunt, but your wife will definitely not make it through today. "
Yang Ling's head was dizzy. His vision went black. He hugged Young-niang and his body swayed and almost fell off the chair. Divine Physician Tian was shocked. He took out a silver needle from his sleeve and pierced it into the top of Yang Ling's head. Yang Ling's eyes were wide open. His throat gurgled and it took him a long time to swallow back the fishy taste.
He composed himself and smiled sadly, "There's … no hope?" The Tian brothers were deeply touched by the deep love between the couple. Divine Physician Tian silently withdrew the silver needle and said sympathetically, "Sir, go home and prepare for your wife's funeral. I'm incompetent … Sigh! In the vast capital, perhaps only Mr. Wu Qingyuan, the former head of the Imperial Academy of Medicine, has a solution. Unfortunately … Mr. Wu passed away seven years ago. I know all the famous doctors in the capital like the back of my hand. Other than him, I'm afraid there's no one else … no one else who can treat this emergency. "
Yang Ling stood there like a statue for a long time. Divine Physician Tian was shocked and was ready to give him another needle. Yang Ling's eyes moved and he asked in a daze, "Is there no hope?" Divine Physician Tian answered, "No …" When his eyes met his lifeless eyes, Divine Physician Tian was deeply shocked and couldn't say anything else.
Yang Ling nodded and slowly carried Young-niang. He looked at Divine Physician Tian and said, "Divine Physician, please lend me the carriage. I want to visit famous doctors in the capital. As long as Young-niang is still alive, I want to find another famous doctor and ask for a prescription to save her!"
Originally, the most taboo thing for a famous doctor like this was to find another doctor to ask for medicine. However, Divine Physician Tian and his brother weren't annoyed at all. They quickly called the coachman and helped Yang Ling carry Young-niang onto the carriage. Yang Ling took Young-niang and walked aimlessly on the street for a while. His mind became more active. He suddenly thought of the group of Western monks in Hu Guo Temple. He couldn't help but feel refreshed. Divine Physician and Imperial Physician were all useless. What about Western Medicine?
Yang Ling's heart was beating so fast that it almost jumped out of his chest. He hurriedly said to the coachman, "Quick, go to Hu Guo Temple, the faster the better!"
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