Just a little bit, I’m just coming for me. Do you really think I’m a rookie who just entered the court?!

Yu Zhining knew very well who Changsun Wuji was referring to, but at this time he was unable to stand up and explain. After all, anyone with a discerning eye knew about this matter. It must be the instructor sitting on it. Yu Zhining's little arm could not twist his thick leg.

But Yu Zhining understood a little late. If he could understand earlier, he would not say the messy things in the palace yesterday, then he would probably be able to drink tea and listen to music at home leisurely.

It was when Zhining was entangled in Changsun Wuji's shamelessness, but Li Shimin heard him speak: "Wuji's words are reasonable, Xiaoyaohou is indeed a suitable candidate, but how should he choose this auxiliary person?!"

"Your Majesty, I think Lord Yu is a teacher of Xiaoyaohou, who is enough to take on this important task." As expected, Yu Zhining was pointed out.

At this time, Yu Zhining had no way to pretend to be stupid anymore and went out to report: "Your Majesty, I am willing to go!"

"Okay, since Zhongmi is so responsible, I naturally have no reason to be inaccurate. Come and draw an order!" Li Shimin nodded with satisfaction at Lao Yu's tactfulness, and began to draft the national letter without any hesitation.

Yu Zhining seemed to have really accepted his fate, and he looked righteous, which was similar to preparing to die bravely.

...

That's it. Just twelve hours after returning to Chang'an from Shuozhou, Yu Zhining set out again and turned back to Shuozhou. Only once his identity became the deputy envoy to Goguryeo, while Li Muyun became the official envoy.

It’s a pity that Lao Yu is in his fifties, and he is dragging his old bones for thousands of miles. Even those who are over five years old in the future cannot stand it. What’s more, in the Tang Dynasty, the medical level is still in a society where colds will die.

So when Lao Yu returned to Shuozhou again, he became sick without any accident, had a high fever, and he kept talking nonsense in a daze.

Li Muyun did not expect that Lao Yu would come back so quickly, but seeing this seat in pain and the second son of the Yu family Yu Shenyan's virtue of tearful eyes, this Tang Dynasty Xiaoyao Hou was also one of the top two.

However, it is useless to say anything at this time. It is serious to save Lao Yu's life. Otherwise, if the old man died of fever, Li Muyun would always feel a little sad in his conscience.

Put high-level wine into the cage and steam it five times. Although the method of physical cooling is not very useful, it is better than nothing.

I made about a cart of Chinese herbal medicines that had antipyretic effects, and fryed them one bowl after another to pour them into Lao Yu's stomach.

After a whole night of trouble, Lao Yu's illness did not improve at all. He was still talking nonsense in a mess. Yu Shenyan was so scared that he almost prepared for Lao Yu's funeral.

In the end, Old Li Yuan was more experienced. He pushed away the half-baked doctor in the cottage. After watching Lao Yu for a long time, he frowned and said, "No, it seems that this pose is not a cold wind. If I guessed it well, it should be a squibble."

The ancients said that the slap is also called epidemic disease. In modern times, there is a relatively formal name called malaria! This disease is easily misdiagnosed as influenza in later generations. Moreover, in ancient times, when doctors only rely on word of mouth, it is understandable that half-baked doctors in Shanhan misdiagnosed Lao Yu's disease as wind and cold.

But even though he said that, the disease was still not confirmed. Although Li Muyun had learned some medicine, he also learned surgical knowledge, mainly for skin trauma. He knew nothing about such diseases as typhoid fever, influenza, malaria, etc.

However, judging from Lao Yu’s current situation, you can actually know as long as you are an individual. If you don’t have a diagnosis and do not prescribe the right medicine, I guess the old man’s life will be taken away by the King of Hell.

In a helpless situation, the helpless people could only choose to believe in the old man Li Yuan.

But after believing Li Yuan's words, Yu Shenyan couldn't stand it anymore. He was a slap. In the Tang Dynasty, it was a terminal illness that could be cured. Although it was confirmed that the condition would be helpful for treatment, if Lao Yu was determined to be a slap, it would be equivalent to directly sentence Lao Yu to death and sentenced him to death.

The second young master of the Yu family was really confused. He sat on the ground and cried like a child: "Dad, you can't die. If you leave like this, how can I explain to my mother!"

After hearing Li Yuan's words, Li Muyun frowned and always felt that he knew what method to treat this disease, but he couldn't remember it for a moment.

Now that Yu Shenyan's cry made the founding county man feel even more depressed. He glanced at him and then kicked him out and ran away: "I'll hold it back! I'll be sad and howled when I die!"

"Uh..." Yu Shenyan didn't expect that Li Muyun's temper would be so irritable. He was worried that he would kick him directly outside Jiu Xiaoyun by this kick, and he stared blankly at him and didn't even dare to let go of his fart.

However, Li Yuan couldn't see it and glared at Li Muyun: "Don't you usually claim to be smart? You don't think of a way to do something crazy to a child in the moment, and you really have a bright future."

"Dad, am I just thinking about it!" Li Muyun was glared by Old Li Yuan, shrunk his neck, scratched the back of his head and said, "I remember there really seemed to be a folk remedy in the past, but I can't remember it for the time being!"

"What? You, do you really have a way?" Li Yuan, who had no hope, suddenly stared at the boss.

He may not care much about Zhining's life and death, but he cares about the treatment of malaria.

Because in the Tang Dynasty, almost everyone knows that waiting for death with this kind of epidemic is the only choice. If you don’t die, it will be a blessing. If you die, you can only blame yourself for your short life.

So when Li Muyun said that this disease could be cured, whether it was Li Yuan or Su Wanqing, even the little girl Mu Yu, who was standing aside, opened her mouth wide in surprise.

Yu Shenyan even rushed to Li Muyun's feet, hugged his thighs and cried, "Sir, please, save my father, please! I kowtow to you, kowtow to you! Sir!"
Chapter completed!