Turbulent Times Chapter 130: Fake tricks
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Today's weather and the environment, as well as the guest performances of those court ladies and eunuchs, even if there are no ghosts, it will make people feel like ghosts. It's weird to be able to fall asleep when you're crazy.
The door behind him was closed again with a bang from the outside, and the light at the door suddenly became a little dark.
If Wang Junlin felt something, he turned around abruptly, his pupils shrank, and he was startled.
At some point, an old **** with thinning hair and smooth face, who looked like a light bulb, floated out of nowhere and stood behind him. With his current sensitive perception, he didn't realize it in advance.
"I have seen Commander Du." Wang Junlin cursed inwardly while saluting.
The old **** with few hairs on his head is none other than Du Luoge, who commanded tens of thousands of internal and external officials in the Sui Dynasty. one of the individuals.
Old Eunuch Du saw that Wang Junlin was taken aback by himself, and said with a hoarse smile, "Qin Anhou is a man with great powers, and he is also afraid of ghosts?"
Wang Junlin shook his head and said: "Compared to this, the younger generation is more afraid of people. If you believe in ghosts, you don't believe in them. The younger generation has only seen people harming others, but never ghosts, so Master If you say respect ghosts and gods and stay away, it can be seen that these things are really nothing to be afraid of."
"The imperial physician in the palace and the famous doctors invited by His Majesty from all over the world have diagnosed the Queen's incurable disease." Old Eunuch Du said lightly.
After Wang Junlin heard this, he was very surprised. Even if the old **** surnamed Du said the truth, these words cannot be appealed to. And why old **** Du said these words to him, he was a little wary in his heart.
"By the way, Your Majesty asked the old man to send a team of marquis officials to follow Marquis Qin An on business. I wonder what Marquis Qin An wants for the candidates?" After Old Eunuch Du said that, he didn't mention anything about Empress Dugu's condition.
Wang Junlin was suspicious, and said calmly, "Thank you, Commander, for taking care of me. It's just a small matter. I don't have too many requirements for candidates. It doesn't need to be too many. A dozen or so officials are enough."
While chatting, the two walked to the depths of the Shenju Palace. The area of the Shenju Palace is indeed not small. The performance with the apprentice duo is not over yet.
In the hall where Dugu Jialuo lived, the incense mist was lingering, and sandalwood seemed to be scattered everywhere without money. .
There is a soft couch in the middle of the main hall, which is blocked by a thin layer of veil on all sides. Dugu Jialuo is lying on this soft couch, and Yang Jian and Yang Lihua are also inside the veil at this time.
And a Taoist priest who looked to be forty or fifty years old and looked like a fairy was walking around the soft couch with a mahogany sword. Stepping on the point, it is not bad. Judging from the beads of sweat on his forehead, it has been a long time since he left, and I don’t know how he has persisted for such a long time. In such a small circle, most people go around twice. You will faint.
A fifteen or sixteen-year-old Taoist priest with red lips and white teeth stood solemnly on one side, holding a wooden plate with bells, yellow paper, cinnabar and other things on it. Yang Guang and another man who was somewhat similar to Yang Guang, but four or five years older, each held an incense burner, and behind them, seven or eight youths, boys and girls headed by Yang Zhao, also held incense burners Make a gesture of blessing. Obviously these people are the descendants of the dragon.
Besides, the main hall was empty, without even a chair. Old Eunuch Du stopped, and Wang Junlin had to stand beside him to watch the performance of Master Zhiren.
Since experiencing the time-traveling incident, Wang Junlin no longer believes in ghosts and ghosts as before, but the views formed over the years are not so easy to change, so instinctively, he still does not believe in the existence of ghosts and gods. In particular, he would never believe that what the magic stick in front of him did would really be useful.
Seeing Wang Junlin's arrival, Yang Zhao just blinked secretly as a greeting, obviously this is not the time to speak.
At this time, Master Zhiren danced more and more quickly, his long gown fluttered, his sleeves fluttered, and his footsteps had changed from Eight Diagrams Steps to the Big Dipper. There are countless yellow mounting papers, his mahogany sword only stabs, and a piece of paper is pierced on it. When he returned his hand, he passed the seven-star lamp, and that piece of paper turned into a ball of fire. None of the scattered yellow mounting paper landed on the ground, and the fireball in his hand flew in all directions, immediately igniting all the flying paper pieces.
At this time, his sword was still waving, and he dialed the fireball from time to time. The flying fireballs slowly gathered into a big fireball. The sun was a little blue, and if it was said that sulfur and phosphorous powder were not applied to the paper, Wang Junlin would not believe it even if he was killed.
Wang Junlin felt emotional in his heart, thinking that in order to deceive people, these gods had put in some hard work. It is said that in China, Taoist priests were the first group of people who studied chemistry, and now it seems that there is some truth to it.
Not to mention anything else, just by doing one thing, you can earn a lot of money by performing in the market, but now it is regarded as a placebo for Queen Dugu's spiritual world. Showing is much better
The fireball gradually extinguished, and Master Zhiren also finished the performance. With the sword art in his left hand and Su Qin's back sword in his right hand, the mahogany sword was very beautiful, and it was inserted precisely into the antique scabbard on his back, which made Wang Junlin unable to help His expression froze, and he faintly felt that this old man might know martial arts, and most likely he was a master.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, the poor mana is low, so I can only do this, and the rest is up to other masters in the world." This veteran did not try his best, but he was talking against his conscience.
Take your best effort, and the result will be the effect. Some things in this world cannot be achieved with your best efforts. This is an upright truth. Anyone with a little thinking ability will agree with this truth. The Taoist tried his best, and the remaining things were beyond his ability and had nothing to do with him. The old guy can now retreat completely.
He didn't know if Dugu Jialuo would be able to sleep tonight, but Wang Junlin knew that the old Taoist priest would sleep very soundly tonight.
Yang Jian came out from the veil, and said politely to Master Zhiren: "It's a pity for the real person, the real person will go to the side hall to rest first, and leave the palace tomorrow."
"Your Majesty is very polite. It's just that today's poverty is too exhausted, and I need to return to the temple overnight to recover. Please send a small servant to take me out of the palace." Master Zhiren stroked his wet beard, looking exhausted. In the extreme state, Wang Junlin dared to bet that as long as the old Taoist left the palace with a generous reward, he would leave the capital immediately and never enter the palace again.
The tired old Taoist priest led the young Taoist priest out of the Shenju Palace with an eunuch, looked up at the gloomy sky, let out a long breath, and said to the young Taoist priest next to him: "Yuan Tiangang, send the things All installed, we will leave the palace now."
If Wang Junlin was here at this time, he would definitely be surprised to hear that this little Taoist priest was named Yuan Tiangang.
Without the old Taoist doing things, the hall suddenly became dead silent. In Dugu Jialuo's palace, except for Yang Jian, no one dared to make the slightest sound at will, especially when she was sick and couldn't sleep in the case of.
Obviously, whether it was Dugu Jialuo, Yang Jian, or Yang Lihua, they all respected Master Zhiren just now, but no one knew how much confidence they had in him. Therefore, as soon as the old Taoist priest left, Yang Jian called Wang Junlin over after seeking Dugu Jialuo's consent.
Wang Junlin is a doctor at this time, so he went directly into the veil. Under a luxurious and spacious bed, which can be called the most comfortable bed in the world, lay a pale man with a yellowish face who looked like fifty. Next year, the old lady with her eyes slightly closed.
This is the legendary one of the two sages of the Sui Dynasty who was called together with Yang Jian, the greatest hero in the founding of the Sui Dynasty. In the name of jealousy, Dugu Jialuo, a legendary woman second only to Wu Meiniang in Chinese history.
However, at this moment, Dugu Jialuo didn't seem to have any special features. Even because of the torment of illness and poor sleep, Wang Junlin's perception was really not very good.
Wang Junlin glanced at it quickly, then lowered his eyebrows and saluted respectfully, his voice was very soft: "The minister, Wang Junlin, pays homage to His Majesty and Your Majesty."
Dugu Jialuo suddenly opened his eyes, the eyes were bloodshot and filled with endless exhaustion, but even so they were still very sharp.
"If you can make me sleep well, His Majesty will reward you very much." Before Yang Jian could say anything, Dugu Jialuo said first, but his voice was obviously hoarse, and Wang Junlin paid attention to it. He saw the edema on his face and neck, and listened to what the old **** Du said outside the palace. Although Wang Junlin is not a doctor, he also knows that these are the most typical symptoms of cancer patients. Of course, it might not be cancer, but there are so many diseases that famous doctors can't treat well, Wang Junlin never believes that he can treat them well.
After finishing speaking, Dugu Jialuo closed his eyes again, and Yang Jian continued: "Wang Junlin, what the queen said is what I meant. If you can make the queen sleep well, you can also cure the queen. illness, I will agree to any request you have."
Wang Junlin stepped forward to look, smell, ask, and make a serious diagnosis. He determined that Dugu Jialuo hadn't been poisoned or something, and then said: "I have a secret recipe to make a decoction. Have a good night's sleep."
PS: Today the unit took the test for a day, and I feel very tired. I will strive for the third update. I am very sorry———