24. Dream Chicken
A young man from Los Angeles was walking on the cobblestone road at night, holding a little black cat. His steps were heavy at first, but gradually became lighter.
Life has to go on, right? He already has new hope.
"Wuyun, let's talk about something happy," Chen Ji said with a smile, "Can you tell me about what's going on in Prince Jing's mansion?"
Wuyun huddled boredly on Chen Ji's arm, chewing on some dried fish from a small blue bag. "What's there to say about that shabby place? The palace is vast and deep, and the maids and servants alone are involved in a lot of dirty things. For example, Chunhua was bought by Concubine Jing to seduce Prince Jing, but Prince Jing didn't even look at her. And that vicious woman Chunrong was jealous of Chunhua's youth and beauty, and would secretly spit in her food..."
Chen Ji smiled and talked about other topics: "Has anything major happened in the three months since you came to Prince Jing's Mansion?"
"Of course!" Wuyun became excited: "The palace will soon be bustling with activity."
Chen Ji looked expectant: "Oh?"
Wu Yun said excitedly, "The Double Ninth Festival is coming soon. Prince Jing's eldest son Zhu Yunxi, Concubine Jing's daughter Zhu Lingyun, and Concubine Yun's daughter Zhu Baili are all coming back from Donglin Academy. I heard there's a little monk with them."
"Little monk?" Chen Ji asked doubtfully.
Wu Yun said, "I heard from Concubine Jing that he is the reincarnated Buddha of the Yunzhou Tantric Sect's Gening Sect. Because the Gening Sect needs the court's support and imperial title, they held him hostage in the Central Plains."
"Is Donglin Academy very famous?" Chen Ji asked curiously. He remembered that his two brothers came back from Donglin Academy.
Wu Yun explained, "I've heard that Donglin Academy, along with Qingya Academy and Yuelu Academy, is known as one of the three great academies of the Ning Dynasty. It's a place where talented people from all over the world flock to study. It's said that the monthly tuition is very expensive, and only those from aristocratic families can attend. Thirty percent of the successful candidates in the imperial examinations are students of Donglin Academy."
"After three years of wandering, the family has returned home, and it's time for some fun... Between Concubine Jing and Concubine Yun, who is the principal wife? Whose child is Zhu Yunxi?"
Wu Yun replied, "They are not the main wife. The main wife is Zhu Yunxi's mother, who has been dead for many years... I will return to Wanxing Garden first!"
Just as they were about to reach the entrance of Taiping Medical Clinic, it suddenly jumped out of Chen Ji's arms and disappeared in a flash.
Chen Ji walked forward and turned a corner. He suddenly saw Old Man Yao standing at the door with an expressionless face and asked, "Where have you been?"
Chen Ji pondered, "If I say I'm bringing a kitten to find its mother, you're definitely not going to believe me..."
He replied, "I forgot something at home while I was on vacation today, so I went to get it."
Old Man Yao frowned, and the wrinkles on his forehead were squeezed together: "Actually, today's tuition money is not given by your family, right?"
Chen Ji was stunned.
Old Man Yao sneered, "I sensed something was amiss from the moment I heard it. Your stepmother was narrow-minded to begin with. She sent you here to be my apprentice just to avoid paying the monthly tuition of ten taels of silver for you to attend Donglin Academy. It's a blessing that she's paying your tuition now. How could she possibly buy so many gifts for me?"
Chen Ji remained silent, not knowing how to answer.
Old Man Yao asked again in confusion, "Wait a minute, since it wasn't money from your family, where did your tuition money come from? Did you hook up with some woman..."
As he spoke, Old Man Yao's expression changed drastically, his beard almost standing up in anger. "You are, after all, an apprentice at my Taiping Clinic. If you do something like this and it gets out, it's like you shitting in my trouser pocket."
Chen Ji: “…Ah?”
"Ah what?"
Chen Ji hurriedly said: "You misunderstood, how could I do such a thing."
"Then where did you get the money?"
Chen Ji was silent for a moment: "Master, I can't tell you. I don't want to implicate you."
Old Man Yao looked him up and down. "Secret Service? Are you working for the Secret Service?"
Chen Ji sighed, no wonder people often say that old people become more cunning. He only revealed such a little information and the other party guessed it right.
He could only explain: "Master, Yunyang came to me, and I had no choice."
Old Man Yao stared at him for a long time, then turned and walked into the clinic. "Whether you can choose or not, you've already made your choice. I won't care and won't ask. Just pay the tuition fee every month. If you die outside one day, it's best not to let me know... Go to bed!"
The door to the clinic closed, and three people walked out from the corner at the end of Anxi Street. Yun Yang crossed his arms and muttered, "It seems that Imperial Physician Yao doesn't like our Secret Service very much."
Jiaotu shrugged: "It's normal not to like us."
Yun Yang looked at the third person: "Meng Ji, that apprentice is the one I want to interrogate. I want to confirm whether he is a spy from Jing Dynasty."
The man named Mengji was wearing a bright brown robe with a large collar and dozens of brightly colored pheasants embroidered on it, just like a costume.
Meng Ji stroked his neatly trimmed temples and said softly, "Is a mere apprentice worth your generosity? You even specially invited me all the way from Kaifeng Prefecture."
"I pay, you do the work. I've told you all the information I need to tell you. Don't ask anything else," Yun Yang said calmly.
"Okay, I guarantee you'll be satisfied. I have the final say on what you want to do in your dream," Mengji laughed shrilly, and Jiaotu couldn't help rubbing the goose bumps on his arms.
Yun Yang asked curiously, "I've always had a question: why do you dare to openly reveal your cultivation method? Aren't you afraid of getting into trouble?"
Meng Ji laughed and said, "The Minister of Internal Affairs said that I am the only one in the world who practices this method. What trouble can I cause?"
But he was seen sitting cross-legged on the ground, taking out a piece of yellow talisman paper from his arms.
Meng Ji bit his finger and wrote and drew on the talisman paper with blood. Finally, he wrapped a strand of hair with the talisman paper and swallowed it!
In an instant, Mengji's pupils rolled upwards, and only the whites of his eyes were left!
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Chen Ji did not go back to the house to rest. He just quietly lit an oil lamp in the main hall of the clinic and silently flipped through the "General Principles of Medical Skills".
Just the 618 acupoints in the human body's twelve meridians are difficult to memorize.
He seemed to be back in the classroom on a sweltering summer day, with papers and books piled before him and the sound of reading aloud in his ears. Memories of learning, the most profound memories of almost every student's youth, rumble with the rising and setting of the sun.
At this moment, Chen Ji wished he had a copy of "Five Years of Traditional Chinese Medicine and Three Years of Simulation" in front of him.
As he was learning, he suddenly felt sleepy, as if in a mild season, his whole body was wrapped in warm sea water, carrying him to the depths of the ocean.
Chen Ji became alert. Ever since he ignited four fires in his body, he had always been full of energy. This sleepiness made no sense.
However, no matter how vigilant he was, he slowly closed his eyelids.
An unknown amount of time had passed before Chen Ji opened his eyes in his dream. He was standing in front of the vermilion lacquered gate of Zhou Chengyi's residence.
Hey, what should I do?
Chen Ji looked at the medicine bag in his hand, which was wrapped in jute paper and had "Taiping Medical Clinic" written on it, and then looked up at the plaque with "Zhou Mansion".
By the way, I’m here to deliver some tonic to Lord Zhou.
Dong, Dong, Dong. Chen Ji picked up the copper ring and knocked it on the door. Everything seemed very natural. He had forgotten this.
Here is a dream.
With a creak, the vermilion lacquer door opened, and Steward Wang appeared inside, smiling and welcoming: "Doctor Chen is here? Please come in."
"Where is Lord Zhou? The medicinal herbs he requested have been delivered," Chen Ji followed Butler Wang inside, and the door slowly closed behind them.
Chen Ji looked around. A maid was wiping the mahogany furniture in the main room. In the yard, a woman was holding a little girl with a smile on her face. Next to her was a little boy kicking a shuttlecock.
Butler Wang led him into the main house. Chen Ji felt that this place was extremely familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it before.
At this time, Zhou Chengyi was sitting behind the desk, copying a book with a brush in his hand. When he saw Chen Ji coming, he dismissed the housekeeper and the maid.
Chen Ji placed the medicine bag on the table: "Master Zhou, this is your medicine."
Zhou Chengyi looked up and suddenly asked, "Does Prince Jing have any new news to pass on to me?"
Chen Ji was stunned for a moment: "Master Zhou, what are you talking about?"
Zhou Chengyi's voice grew increasingly gloomy. "Have you forgotten? I'm a spy sent to the south by the Jing Dynasty's Military Intelligence Department. I'm responsible for contacting the Liu family, and you're responsible for contacting Prince Jing! Let me ask you again, is there any new information from Prince Jing?"
Chen Ji frowned and did not answer, thoughts churning rapidly in his mind.
But Zhou Chengyi kept asking, "Have you forgotten your identity?"
"Have you forgotten how my Jingchao Military Intelligence Department trained you?"
Zhou Chengyi's voice grew louder and more penetrating: "Have you forgotten that you are a spy?"
Each sentence of questioning was like a devil's voice piercing his ears, making Chen Ji dizzy. He felt as if his consciousness was being controlled by someone, and he rolled his eyes involuntarily.
The next moment, Chen Ji's eyes were all white as he replied, "Master Zhou, you must have misunderstood me. I'm not a spy!"
Zhou Chengyi showed a satisfied smile. He had already got the answer he wanted and could find Yunyang to complete the transaction.
However, he became curious again: "How did you meet Yunyang?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Ji felt that four fires were burning in his dantian, burning away all the evil spirits, demons and monsters in his body!
Zhou Chengyi stood up completely unaware, his hands on the table, and leaned forward. "Why does Yunyang suspect you're a Jing Dynasty spy? What's so special about you that Yunyang didn't just kill you?"
The last sentence was no longer Zhou Chengyi's original voice, but was replaced by a shrill voice.
At this moment, Chen Ji's pupils rolled back and he turned around and walked out!
"Zhou Chengyi" looked at Chen Ji in astonishment as he turned and walked out. He walked to the vermilion lacquered gate as if no one was around and pulled it open fiercely.
When Zhou Chengyi saw the door open, Yunyang and Jiaotu stood outside with playful smiles on their faces. He was surprised and said, "Huh? Yunyang, Jiaotu, how did you get into my dream?"
etc!
wrong!
"Zhou Chengyi" clearly realized that it was impossible for the Cloud Sheep and the Bright Rabbit to invade his dream, and he had never imagined the Cloud Sheep and the Bright Rabbit in this dream...
The Yunyang and Jiaotu in front of him were invented by the apprentice Chen Ji in his dream!
The dream is no longer completely under his control!
Chen Ji thought for a moment, then pointed at "Zhou Chengyi" and said to Yunyang and Jiaotu, "Master Yunyang, Master Jiaotu, Zhou Chengyi is a spy from the Jing Dynasty, there is no doubt about it!"
Yun Yang asked with interest, "Is there any evidence?"
Chen Ji said confidently, "Does the Secret Service need evidence to arrest a spy? Just stab him and that's it!"
Zhou Chengyi looked at the flying Yunyang and Jiaotu and roared, "Wait...Ah!"
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