Turbulent Times Chapter 131: Big hammer and iron shop

"Tell the imperial physician, and cooperate with Wang Junlin to prepare the decoction quickly." Yang Jian and Dugu Jialuo were overjoyed when they heard the words. Famous doctors from all over the world have been invited here, whether they admit it or not, they have already faintly resigned to their fate, and most of the time they just want to spend the last few days comfortably.

There was always an imperial physician waiting by the side, and Wang Junlin followed Dang even to leave to prepare.

Wang Junlin was worried that some formula medicines of Mafeisan were not available in the imperial palace, but after following the imperial physician to the pharmacy, he found that the six medicines he needed, such as Naoyanghua, Shengcaowu, Xiangbaizhi, Angelica, Chuanxiong, and Tiannanxing, were not available. There are all of them, and the color is the best.

Considering that the soup made from these medicines tastes really bad, and based on the principle of maximizing the benefits that can be obtained after making it, he personally went to the imperial dining room to mix these medicines for Dugu. Jia Luo made a bowl of fresh lotus seed soup.

So, an hour later, when Wang Junlin came back, what he brought was not soup, but a bowl of hot lotus seed soup.

"Your Majesty, in this bowl of soup, Weichen has added medicine that can help you sleep well. After you drink it, you will fall asleep quickly."

Before Wang Junlin finished speaking, Yang Jian came up to the front in person, ready to let someone try it first, but Dugu Jialuo had already quietly taken the porcelain bowl from Yang Jian's hand, and poured a small bowl of porridge three or two times After going down, after the maid next to her wiped her mouth with a towel, she said to Wang Junlin in a hoarse voice, "That's right, the porridge has been boiled just right, but there is a bit of bitterness from the medicinal materials, which affects the taste."

After speaking, with the help of Yang Jian and Yang Lihua, he lay down on the couch and closed his eyes. After a while, the sound of even breathing sounded, and the two maids covered the quilt lightly.

Yang Jian beckoned, except for the servant who waited on Dugu Jialuo to sleep, and Yang Lihua's mother who wanted to stay and wait for her, everyone followed Yang Jian out of the hall.

The outside of the main hall was very humid, and it had started to rain at some point. Just after walking out of the warm room, everyone shivered involuntarily.

Yang Jian stood in front of the white jade railing, patted the lion head sculpture on the railing, turned to look at Wang Junlin, and said quietly: "Wang Junlin, you didn't mention the queen's illness just now, but because of the queen's illness... you also No rule of law?"

Wang Junlin bit the bullet and said: "I am incompetent, please punish me."

Yang Jian sighed, didn't speak, and didn't mention the reward for letting the queen fall asleep, and didn't even say a word of affirmative praise. Surrounded by a large group of guards and servants, he left with the canopy on go.

Prince Yang Guang passed by him, stopped, and said to Wang Junlin gratefully: "Qin Anhou, thank you very much."

Compared with Yang Jian, Wang Junlin's words weighed more heavily on Yang Guang's words, especially after the former patted him on the shoulder, he felt more flattered, and quickly said: "Your Highness, this is ridiculously praised. The duty of a courtier."

Yang Guang also left under the service of a group of people. Wang Junlin felt something and turned his head to look at him. The former prince Yang Yong was looking at him with a complicated expression. Wang Junlin felt an extremely deep feeling in his eyes Secretly glad.

The two looked at each other, Yang Yong nodded to him, and left under the service of several eunuchs.

Then a group of emperors and grandchildren passed by him with gratitude, curiosity, indifference, or fear, and without exception, they all gave him a serious look.

"Qin Anhou, today is thanks to you, otherwise the imperial grandmother... Alas!" The last one left was Jin Wang Yang Zhao, who dragged his fat body to Wang Junlin, obviously it would be very cold, He was sweating profusely, and his clothes were soaked, as if he had been fished out of the water. He looked even more tired than Master Zhiren who had done a ritual before.

Wang Junlin bowed to Yang Zhao very earnestly, and then said: "Your Highness, you are welcome. The queen is a generation of virtuous queens, and her mother respects the world. As a minister, it is my duty to help her sleep well. matter."

Yang Zhao hesitated for a while, and finally asked: "Is it true that the imperial grandmother's illness is incurable?"

Wang Junlin shook his head firmly, but did not speak.

Yang Zhao wanted to say something at first, but when he saw that dead old **** Du Luoge was still there, he followed his father's example and patted Wang Junlin's shoulder. Knowing that the two of them might have something to do, he also turned and left up.

Du Luoge, the commander of the internal and external officials of the Great Sui Dynasty, stepped forward and stood side by side with Wang Junlin, watching Yang Zhao's bloated and fat figure drift away under the guard of two eunuchs holding umbrellas, then turned to Wang Junlin with a smile on his face Said: "Qin Anhou is very capable. Countless imperial physicians, warlocks, and experts can't make the queen sleep well. Qin Anhou made the queen fall asleep with just a bowl of porridge. It's really amazing!"

When Wang Junlin faced the old eunuch, he always felt that he was facing a poisonous snake. He couldn't help but be full of vigilance and vigilance. It’s just a recipe for falling asleep.”

"The queen's illness...is it impossible for Marquis Qin An to be cured?" When he said this, Du Luoge's expression remained unchanged, but he stared firmly into Wang Junlin's eyes.

The eyes are the windows of the soul, and in many cases they are much more honest than the words that come out of the mouth.

For some reason, Wang Junlin suddenly had an illusion - if he said that he could cure Dugu Jialuo, he would immediately suffer endless assassinations.

So Wang Junlin is as good as he is, and immediately said affirmatively: "The younger generation is incompetent, there is no way to do it, and I can't even see what kind of disease the queen has."

Old Eunuch Du said regretfully: "Qin Anhou, don't blame yourself, it's not your fault, after all, all the famous doctors in the world are helpless against the queen's illness."

As soon as the words fell, the old **** Du turned around and left with his hands behind his back. Not far away, a young **** rushed over and held up an umbrella to protect him from the rain.

"The Marquis Qin Anhou needs is already waiting at the gate of the palace." The voice of the old **** Du came faintly from far away.

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Half of the weapons shops in the capital are located in Fengrongfang, because almost all the shops that buy and sell pig iron are here, there are more than a hundred, it is said that nearly 50% of all kinds of pig iron products in the north of the Yangtze River in the Sui Dynasty are sold It's coming in and out from here.

In addition, there are more than 20 weapon shops that have registered with the government, and more than a dozen shops selling various agricultural tools.

These shops more or less have some background, especially if there are no dignitaries or powerful families behind some big shops, it is difficult to gain a foothold here.

Under normal circumstances, the size of a store is directly proportional to the power behind it. The larger the scale of the store, the bigger the business, and the stronger the power behind it. It's just that due to some special reasons, the forces behind it will be hidden in the dark, and most people don't know their true colors.

The name "Big Hammer and Iron Shop" sounds very vulgar, but it is the largest pig iron shop in Fengrongfang, and even in the entire capital, covering an area of ​​six or seven acres. It is said that the warehouse behind the shop There are hundreds of thousands of catties of iron ingots stored in it, and nearly one-third of the pig iron raw materials of the major blacksmiths in the capital are supplied by it.

But except for a very small number of people, no one knows who is the sacred backstage of the Big Hammer and Iron Shop, and it seems extremely mysterious in the eyes of ordinary people.

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In the middle of the night, at three o'clock in the afternoon, the rain had stopped for half a day.

There is no one pedestrian on Fengrongfang Street. Occasionally, a drunk passes by here, but because there are no street lights like later generations, he often falls black and swollen.

At this time, a group of dark shadows came to Fengrongfang without making a sound. They did not light up the lanterns, but they walked steadily and came directly to the big hammer and iron shop. The others were hidden in the dark, and two of them went up. Knocked **** the door.

"Who is it?" Not long after, a cursing and impatient voice came from inside.

"I'm Wang Xiaowu, a tax collector from the municipal office. Open the door quickly. I have something urgent to tell you." One of them looked at the tall black figure beside him, and said to the big hammer and iron shop.

"Wang Xiaowu, what the **** are you doing here in the middle of the night." The lights in the shop came on, and a very impatient voice cursed.

Although the mouth was very rude, the door creaked and opened a crack. A man looked with his head and found that besides Wang Xiaowu, there was another man in black.

"Wang Xiaowu, who is this? What are you guys doing..."

Before he finished speaking, the man in black next to Wang Xiaowu stretched out his hand like lightning and opened the door, and then pinched the opener's neck and lifted him up, so that he could not make a sound.

The dozen or so people hidden in the shadows rushed over like leopards one by one, and got in from the big hammer and iron shop.

Half an hour later, the dark and spacious lobby was filled with a pungent **** smell, and five corpses had fallen on the ground, all of them were killed with a knife in the throat. Wang Junlin sat on the couch and slowly looked at the thick ten A few account books, these account books only record the purchase and shipment records, the quantity of each pen, but there is no record of where the goods are purchased from and who they are finally sold to. This is not what Wang Junlin wants.

Deng Yuzhuo, the number one person in charge of the business under his command, once told him that to do this kind of illegal business, there must be a secret ledger, and the secret ledger is usually hidden in the secret place of the shop, and is managed by a special Reliable people take notes.

Wang Junlin glanced at a man in his forties who was tied to the corner of the wall. This man was the shopkeeper of the big hammer and iron shop.

Very beyond his expectations, although this person was born white and fat and looked pampered, he was a rare tough guy. Wang Junlin killed five people in front of him, but this person showed no fear, and his eyes were always shining fiercely.

Obviously, this person is a confidant and reliable person of Changping Palace. Compared with Sun Wentao, the shopkeeper of Wufu Tea House under his name, he is no longer an ordinary businessman, or not a simple businessman.

PS: I was so trapped that I pinched my thighs several times, and forced myself to write the third update overnight. It's been ten days this month, except for one day, there are at least three changes every day, and I hope the brothers will give some support and monthly tickets to encourage———