Nangong Piaoxue didn't say a word the entire afternoon.
She kept flipping through the bound book, as there were too many things she didn't understand. Fu Xiaoguan was also writing the simplest method of extracting penicillin with charcoal.
The other three women did not disturb him. They all looked at him curiously, feeling that the man in front of them was becoming more and more mysterious.
By the evening, Fu Xiaoguan handed the penicillin extraction method, which had been revised several times, to Nangong Piaoxue and said only one sentence: "If this thing succeeds, it can save countless lives!"
Nangong Piaoxue had no idea about penicillin at the moment. She just thought that Fu Xiaoguan was encouraging her to do research.
But since Fu Xiaoguan said so and spent so much effort to write it, she naturally took it very seriously. So after taking a quick look at it, she carefully put it into her sleeve pocket.
"Wouldn't it be more appropriate for this medical school to be opened in the Wu Dynasty?"
"Wu Dynasty will also be opened, but you and I can't go back now, so let's study it in Wofeng Road first."
"good!"
Nangong Piaoxue had never realized that a brand new medical revolution had begun just because of Yu Wenjun's difficult labor and Fu Xiaoguan's single thought.
In the future, medicine will move from the inheritance of past experience to meticulous scientific experiments.
Of course, this has just begun to sprout and has not attracted the attention of the world at all.
As the sun set, the convoy stopped at Zhangpingyi.
This is the first rest stop that the ant colony gave to Fu Xiaoguan.
Cui Mingyue, who was in charge of this trip, had already stood solemnly beside Fu Xiaoguan's carriage.
He naturally knew this prince.
He even silently watched this prince in Shangjing City!
He was well-versed in the deeds of this prince, and he was convinced of his abilities.
Once upon a time, the person he admired most was Mr. Fu.
Now, the person he admires most is Fu Xiaoguan, the son of Fu Daguan!
As for Emperor Wen...he is not as good as Fu Daguan!
Of course, this is what Cui Mingyue thought in her heart.
Now, the former master returned to the Wu Dynasty and became Emperor Wu.
Now, by the master's order, this prince will be my new master from now on.
But I am already old.
After all, I am unable to accompany this new master to witness the beginning of an era, which is a bit regrettable.
Cui Yueming was very surprised when Fu Xiaoguan and four beauties got off the carriage, and then he was immediately happy - he seemed to have seen the prosperity of the Wu Dynasty's harem and the renewed growth of the Wu family bloodline.
He bowed and said, "Your subordinate Cui Yueming pays homage to His Highness."
Fu Xiaoguan was also looking at the white-haired but energetic old man at this moment, and said with a smile: "Don't be so polite."
"Thank you, Your Highness!"
"Walk with me."
"good!"
Fu Xiaoguan turned around and asked Xu Xinyan and the other three to go to the post station. He took Cui Yueming to the outside of the post station.
Cui Yueming seemed to know what Fu Xiaoguan wanted to ask. He felt a little nervous and was thinking about how to respond later.
The master and servant stood quietly beside a shallow stream, and then Fu Xiaoguan spoke:
"When did my father, Official Fu, ask you to come to Jinling and monitor Shuiyue Temple?"
"Your Highness, it was in the spring of the forty-first year of Taihe."
Fu Xiaoguan frowned slightly. He was silent for a long time before he said, "Hasn't it been twenty-one years since you stayed at Shuiyue Temple?"
"Exactly."
Fu Xiaoguan withdrew his gaze from the stream and fell on Cui Yueming's face full of ravines. "Thank you for your hard work."
Cui Yueming originally thought that Fu Xiaoguan would ask him about the secrets of the Baiyue Sect, but he didn't expect that Fu Xiaoguan would raise it high and then suddenly put it down.
“…This is my duty.”
Fu Xiaoguan took out a piece of paper from his pocket and unfolded it. "Look at this handwriting. Does it look familiar?"
This is the rubbing he asked for from Su Shanyue, the Minister of Dali Temple. On it is naturally the poem "A Farewell to Cambridge" at the foot of Confucius Temple Mountain.
Cui Yueming looked at the paper very carefully, but Fu Xiaoguan's eyes were always on Cui Yueming's face.
However, he did not see anything unusual on this face!
As expected, Cui Yueming said, "This poem... is quite interesting, but I have never seen it before."
Fu Xiaoguan was slightly disappointed. Cui Yueming then added, "Look at the handwriting, it's extremely free and unrestrained. The strokes flow smoothly and the brushstrokes are sharp... From what I've seen, I'm afraid it's from a martial artist, and his martial arts skills are extremely high."
Cui Yueming's words confirmed Fu Xiaoguan's guess when he first saw the characters, so much so that he once thought that the characters were left by Su Changsheng, the master of the Taoist temple.
But after seeing the letter Su Changsheng gave him, he dispelled this idea, because Su Changsheng said that he was not, and the handwriting was indeed very different.
He was now extremely suspicious of someone, so he took out this piece of paper, thinking that he could get some clues from Cui Yueming's expression, but now he got nothing. Could it be that the suspicion was also wrong?
"Where does the word 'Your Highness' come from?"
Fu Xiaoguan put away the calligraphy and said with a smile, "I got it from the belly of the Confucius Temple."
"Oh... I've heard about that. This guy is really amazing. He actually emptied a mountain of gold."
Fu Xiaoguan nodded without comment, "Let's go back."
"good!"
…
…
The moon was already at its zenith, but Fu Xiaoguan had no desire to sleep at all.
He simply got up and stood in front of the window.
Cui Yueming arrived in Jinling in the spring of the 41st year of Taihe.
This is a sensitive year because in the epitaph written by Fu Daguan on his mother's tombstone, he also arrived in Jinling in the spring of the 41st year of Taihe.
What he wrote about his acquaintance and friendship with his mother was false, but the year was real.
In other words, in the spring of the 41st year of Taihe, Fu Daguan and Cui Yueming arrived in Nanjing together.
And the order that Officer Fu gave Cui Yueming was only one: to monitor Shuiyue Temple!
Official Fu knew from the beginning that Shuiyue Temple was a contact point of the Moon Worship Sect, and he even knew the true identity of Master Yinian.
Why did he make such an arrangement?
If Fu Xiaoguan said that the fat man wanted to destroy the Moon Worship Sect, he obviously didn't believe it.
So the fat man only wants one thing: the treasure of the Chen Dynasty!
Yu Wenshu said that the treasure of the Chen Dynasty was only known to the Saint, and only the Grand Elder of Cemen possessed the key. To find and unlock the treasure, both were indispensable, unless one used explosives and explosives like he did.
The Confucius Temple was intact and obviously not destroyed by force.
The fat man suddenly had so much silver... Fu Xiaoguan was basically certain that the gold mountain was robbed by the fat man, so he didn't say anything, but he couldn't figure out how the fat man did it.
Especially that poem!
If the fat man was a time traveler, why did Cui Yueming have no reaction after seeing the calligraphy?
Handwriting can be forged, but Fu Xiaoguan absolutely does not believe that the fat man changed his handwriting twenty-one years ago.
Could it be that the fat man was not the only one who entered the mountain at that time?
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